Got cheated

Song Xiaojuan bit her lip and walked over to support him.

In fact, Zhao Guomin was not pretending. His feet were indeed more painful than yesterday.

He wanted to take advantage of this time to go out and find a store, but after looking for a whole day, he found that either the price was not suitable or the location was not suitable.

When I walked back, my feet hurt so much that I wanted to sit here and rest for a while, but I met Song Xiaojuan who was getting off work.

That's good. I don't have to go out of my way to find her.

"Will Xiao Jiabao cause trouble again?" Song Xiaojuan suddenly remembered it when passing by the gate of the yard and asked casually.

"Yes, this guy is very sinister. Be careful these days." Zhao Guomin deliberately exaggerated.

Song Xiaojuan didn't respond. How could she not handle Xiao Jiabao's small body?

After helping Zhao Guomin to his room, Song Xiaojuan wanted to leave, but then she thought about how to prepare his dinner. After all, it was because of her that he got hurt.

"Well, shall we bring dinner to you?" Song Xiaojuan asked.

"Thank you. I'll pay for the groceries next time." Zhao Guomin spoke in a gentle voice with a smile on his face.

Can I accept this money? Although Song Xiaojuan loves money, she can't accept just any money.

Just wave your hand quickly.

After delivering the meal to him, Song Xiaojuan was anxious to go back. She was so busy slaughtering sheep at noon that she didn't even have any food. She was so hungry that she was growling.

"I have to trouble you with another matter." Zhao Guomin suddenly spoke from behind.

Can't this person finish what he's saying in one go? When Song Xiaojuan turned around, there was no trace of impatience on her face: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Guomin pulled his hair down and said, "Um, could you please help me wash the curtains? I can't stand on my legs for a long time."

Not only does she have to provide meals, she even has to help wash the curtains. Well done to Song Xiaojuan, she has successfully become a nanny.

As I was thinking about it, my eyes unconsciously glanced at the window. Fortunately, it was not very big.

He looked back at Zhao Guomin's feet again.

I pursed my lips and thought, who told me to owe someone a favor?

He went with a basin and came back with curtains.

While washing in the evening, she reviewed the events of the past few days and suddenly found something wrong.

He can't stand, but he can sit. Will it hurt if he sits for a long time?

Why does Song Xiaojuan feel like she is being treated as free labor?

Little did they know that Zhao Guomin really did it on purpose. His idea was very simple. Song Xiaojuan had made a great "contribution" to his situation, and he couldn't argue with her. He could only try to regain some balance through hard work.

He used to drive a Mercedes, but now he rides a donkey. Despite this huge difference, he can still treat life normally, which is pretty good.

He just let Song Xiaojuan cook and wash the curtains. How kind of him!

Song Xiaojuan was like a silly girl. She washed and hung the clothes for the man without much effort, and told him to remember to put them away.

Just go to work.

As I arrived at the store, Li Yulan also arrived. I saw that Li Yulan had changed her hair back to straight, and it still looked good.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Li Yulan waved her hand in front of Song Xiaojuan.

Song Xiaojuan came back to her senses. She had just looked at Li Yulan's hair and suddenly thought of a Hong Kong star from the 1990s. She found that Li Yulan's temperament was quite similar to the other's.

That actress should be filming a movie now, right? She's just not famous yet?

What he was thinking came out of his mouth, and Li Yulan laughed after hearing it.

"You little girl have such a bold dream. When your sister becomes a star in the future, I will definitely take you with me." Li Yulan bought herself a bottle of red nail polish and painted her toes on the chair.

The whole house was filled with the smell of paint. Song Xiaojuan couldn't stand the smell, so she moved the stool to the door and sat down.

Looking at other people's women's clothing stores with crowds of people coming in and out, my own men's clothing store has always been very deserted, resulting in a backlog of goods.

Li Yulan doesn't even need to purchase goods, and Song Xiaojuan is actually a little anxious.

Or why not go to Guangzhou or Yiwu and try it yourself?

I also need to open a store, and the money I have is not enough to purchase goods. I might as well buy a lottery ticket.

"Take me there and return the clothes. You are not allowed to spend any money on Zhao Wenhua from now on." A middle-aged voice came from the stairs.

"Mom! It's so embarrassing to return it after buying it." The voice was familiar. Isn't this An Lu?

It seems that Zhao Wenhua's marriage has not been recognized by his father-in-law's family.

They held their wedding in the county at that time. When Zhao Wenhua's mother came back, she boasted about how An Lu and Zhao Wenhua were classmates, had a common language, and how An Lu's family liked Zhao Wenhua, etc.

She also told some people not to be too eager to eat swan meat. Song Xiaojuan was busy making money at that time and had no time to pay attention to her.

Song Xiaojuan stood up, pushed the stool inside, and stood at the door herself. She just happened to meet An Lu's mother.

Just as the thought came to mind, a middle-aged woman wearing a white shirt and a suit skirt came up from the stairs, followed by An Lu.

An Lu looks like her mother, and you can tell that her mother was a beauty when she was young.

"Mom, listen to me." An Lu swallowed her words when she saw Song Xiaojuan.

"Is this the one?" her mother asked, pointing into the store.

You can tell that this is a very strong woman.

Song Xiaojuan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said calmly: "Hello, you can come in if you have anything to say."

An Lu's mother glanced at Song Xiaojuan and said calmly, "No need. This dress won't fit us when we get home. Please return it for us."

You definitely cannot retreat.

Song Xiaojuan said bluntly that returns were not possible: "If there are no quality issues with the clothes, they cannot be returned or exchanged. It is written on the sign at the door." After saying that, she pointed to the door.

An Lu's mother said in a strong tone: "If it doesn't fit, should I buy it too?"

"If we return all the clothes after they're sold, we won't be able to do business anymore. Yesterday, another customer liked these clothes, and after An Lu bought them, the customer went to buy from someone else. Now you want to return them, who's going to compensate for this loss?"

Song Xiaojuan paused for a moment after saying this. She wanted to see An Lu's mother's expression, but she managed her expression very well and Song Xiaojuan couldn't see anything.

She continued, "When An Lu was talking about what she bought yesterday, I stopped her and reminded her not to buy clothes for Zhao Wenhua. Zhao Wenhua can never look elegant in any good clothes."

Her mother's expression finally changed. She frowned slightly, then quickly recovered.

An Lu's face was flushed with anxiety at this time, and she quickly interrupted, "Mom! Let's go, they won't retreat." Then she pulled her mother out.

Her mother pulled her hand away and asked Song Xiaojuan, "Do you know Zhao Wenhua?"

Song Xiaojuan had laid the groundwork for so long, just waiting for this sentence.

Song Xiaojuan did not deny it. She nodded and just said yes when she was interrupted by An Lu: "She and Wenhua are from the same village, of course they know each other, right." The latter sentence was said to Song Xiaojuan.

It seems that An Lu really did not inherit her parents' shrewdness. Her mother obviously did not believe this.

Sure enough, she asked, "What is your relationship with Zhao Wenhua?" This was not a subtle question at all.

Song Xiaojuan looked at him and laughed bitterly, "I used to date him and supported him through college. After he graduated, he told me we were breaking up. When he returned to the village, he was already engaged to An Lu. You know the rest."

"You're talking nonsense! Mom, don't listen to her nonsense. She was the one who pestered Wenhua first, and Wenhua had no choice but to agree. This woman is not serious!" An Lu was so anxious that she almost cried.

Her mother was obviously more skilled than her. She pulled An Lu away and said to Song Xiaojuan, "My daughter is young and doesn't use her brain when she speaks. Don't take it to heart. Of course, I can't just listen to one side of the story. How can you prove that what you said is true?"

Young? Not taking it personally? Song Xiaojuan really wanted to punch them back at their condescending and bullying attitude, but compared to that, getting the money and dealing with the scumbag at the same time was more important.

She suppressed her anger, her face still gloomy. "Evidence? I have all the love letters he wrote me. I have kept records of every payment I made to him. The post office receipts are all clearly written. Is this enough evidence?"

"He has paid back all the money he borrowed! Mom, besides, I'm pregnant now, why should we bother him about those things in the past? He only loves me now. Besides, he is a good worker and has strong abilities, and my dad approves of him." An Lu tried her best to persuade her mother.

Her mother took a deep breath and said to An Lu, "Don't say anything for now." She turned to look at Song Xiaojuan and said, "Where is the love letter you said? How do I know if you lied?"

Song Xiaojuan smiled and said, "Zhao Wenhua's notes are easy to read. You can tell at a glance whether they were written by him. But I can't give them to you now. Wait until Zhao Wenhua pays back the money he owes me, and you can do with the evidence."

An Lu's mother glanced at Song Xiaojuan meaningfully and said, "I will find out whether this is true or not. Bring me the love letter and everything you have tomorrow, and I will give you the money."

After saying that, he took An Lu away without mentioning the return of the clothes. Song Xiaojuan was not in a hurry. If nothing unexpected happened, she would receive the remaining balance today.

It seems that An Lu loves Zhao Wenhua so much that she will definitely use money to "buy back" the love letter. Her mother has never been optimistic about this marriage. If it is really confirmed that Zhao Wenhua is a scumbag, she will definitely force her to divorce.

Song Xiaojuan was thinking about something when she turned around and saw Li Yulan's pale face. She didn't know when she stood at the door.

Li Yulan said quietly, "So this girl's surname is An? She must have been spoiled by her parents. Same person, different fate."

Song Xiaojuan didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that what Li Yulan said was a bit sad and sour.

This shouldn't happen. When I looked up, I saw Li Yulan still sitting in the same chair, looking a little distraught.

"Do you know that I have a son?" Li Yulan suddenly said this without any context.

Song Xiaojuan paused before answering, then asked with a smile, "How old are you when I first hear you say that?"

"He has been living with me since he was eight years old." When Li Yulan said this, she even raised her head, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Song Xiaojuan wanted to ask if the child's father was not home, but then she thought something was wrong. If he was, why would Li Yulan not tell her? Wouldn't asking be like digging into someone's scars?

So that's why she envied An Lu's happiness of having her parents by her side?