Chapter 33 Chapter 33 As an only daughter, she never dared to look directly at...

"Qingyang, are you busy? If not, come over and help!"

"Hey, here they come!"

Wen Qingyang put away his phone upon hearing the sound, jumped up, grabbed the hanging down jacket and wrapped himself in it.

She lifted the heavy cotton curtain, walked downstairs, and quickly ran over to help her father unload the boxes from the car. She couldn't help but say, "Dad, have you been carrying things for a while? Why didn't you just call me over? Look at how strong your daughter is. Why bother yourself?"

I heard that my father’s surname is Meng and his name is Zhaomei.

Meng Zhaomei raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face, but she didn't feel anything. The cold wind had dried all the sweat and stuck to her forehead.

He was used to it and grinned, "You've only been back a few days! You're so tired from working so hard out there, so come home and lie down for a while. Our family's debts are all paid off now, so we're rich!"

The Wen family gave their land to someone else to farm, and the wife and husband bought a small store in the town. Later, as the business expanded, they simply moved to the second floor here, which made it convenient to run the store.

"You know you have money now, so I said I would buy you an apartment in the city, but Mom insisted that we don't need to spend that money."

Wen Qingyang was tall and had long legs. He finished unloading the goods quickly after a few trips. She squatted beside the shelf and was about to help organize them when she was pushed away.

"Your money didn't just come out of thin air. Xianglin is definitely more expensive than our village. Just use it for yourself." Meng Zhaomei was reluctant to see her daughter suffer so much, so she waved her aside. "Your clothes don't look cheap. Don't get them covered in dust. I'll be sorry if you can't wash them properly."

She spread her hands and said, "Actually, it's quite easy for me to make money. It's not as hard as you think."

"How much better can it get? A few years ago, the harvest was bad, Mom and Dad were useless, and you had to rely on yourself to earn your living expenses. Now that things are better, you've already sent so much money home that we don't even know how we spent it."

The "so much money" that my father mentioned could not even buy a meal for a wealthy person.

Wen Qingyang didn't answer, but just stood there silently with his hands clasped.

When Wen Guangzong came back, he saw that the father and daughter had tidied up their small supermarket early in the morning, lit the charcoal in the stove, and the house was warm.

Wen Qingyang looked up: "Mom, why are you back so soon?"

"There are too many people, we can't even squeeze in."

"Are there a lot of TV station reporters here?" Meng Zhaomei said with some envy. "Old Wang's man has really made a big splash this time. I'm afraid the scene will almost rival the day Qingyang became the top scholar in our county!"

Wen Guangzong poured water for them both, then filled a glass for himself. After taking a few sips to warm himself up, he said, "After all, he was named the 'Most Beautiful Son-in-Law', and a male leader came to present him with a large plaque. There are layers of onlookers outside his house, all wanting to join in the fun."

"What's going on?" Wen Qingyang slumped in the chair without any image, and stretched his hands over the stove to turn it over, allowing the heat to bake every inch of his skin.

"Your Aunt Wang's mother had liver cancer. Her husband donated her liver for a transplant, and that's how she was saved."

Wen's father explained while washing his hands, planning to go to the market to buy more meat and stew a pot to nourish his daughter.

Wen Guangzong added: "It seems that more than half of it has been cut off. I have to recuperate slowly afterwards."

"Aunt Wang has so many sisters and brothers, but no one donated a liver to her. She's forced to sacrifice her health and well-being to do so?" Wen Qingyang, accustomed to being an emotional anchor, blurted out reflexively, "Didn't his mother and father stop him?"

"Not to mention his mother and father, even his mother-in-law and father-in-law tried to dissuade him, but he was determined to do this great good deed. He deserves this good reputation!" Wen's father shook his head.

Wen Guangzong, however, sat down next to his daughter and stroked her hair, which she had been too lazy to cut. "It's just that the old man's surgery will cost a lot of money. I'm afraid he'll end up in debt. And he's in bad shape... I don't know what the future holds."

"Ah, it's quite normal when you think about it. If I got sick, I wouldn't want Qingyang to get stabbed—"

"Dad!" Wen Qingyang immediately turned his head and glared at him, saying seriously, "Don't talk nonsense."

Dad Wen stopped as he was about to go out with the vegetable basket, and quickly made two "Pooh" sounds, pretending that the wrong thing had never happened. Only then was Wen Qingyang let him go.

The moment he lifted the door curtain and went out, a cold wind took the opportunity to rush in, but was quickly melted by the warmth.

Wen Qingyang's hometown is Jiashui City.

Although the name contains the word "water", it is actually a mountain town that is not by the sea and is located in the north. When I lived in the village, the deep winter would make people so cold that the very bones would be chilled.

The people here have never seen the sea, and it is even difficult to get water in the village.

Ever since she could remember, she had seen her mother's calloused fingers touching the cold bricks of the well, struggling to draw water bucket after bucket, then hanging it on a shoulder pole and carrying it home on her back.

Winter is the season she hates the most, but it is also her motivation to work hard to make money.

Because it was cold, not many people came to the supermarket. Only the mother and daughter were leaning against the stove to keep warm.

Wen Qingyang thought, lighting a stove is still quite troublesome, so buying an apartment is a must. If it weren't for his parents' strong attachment to their hometown, they would have found a way to settle them down in Xianglin long ago. The climate there is much better...

"Qingyang."

"Hmm?" Wen Qingyang raised his eyes, just remembering something, "Mom, did you insist on applying those ointments? Lumbar muscle strain should not be taken lightly."

Wen Guangzong smiled, his eyes wrinkled. "Forget about applying medicine. If you asked me to go to a Chinese doctor for a massage, I would have gone. I didn't know before that massage was so comfortable. Now I wouldn't be able to get used to it if I went to hoe the fields again!"

Seeing Wen Qingyang sitting with her legs spread out, she thought about buying her daughter a cushion to lean on, something like a pillow, which was said to be good for the waist.

"But you have to tell me the truth. This is too much money. I don't understand computer technology, but how can you earn so much money all at once? You can't say that you won the lottery?" She asked worriedly with her head down.

Wen Qingyang was quite confused.

It was not until Wen Guangzong took out the text message on his mobile phone that she carefully compared the familiar card number and finally understood how her disguise, which was so well-controlled, was exposed - Sui Yi transferred money to her mother.

Every transaction made by Mr. Sui is not a small amount.

Or rather, it was just a small amount that he thought it was.

He didn't know where he got the card number, but he transferred money three times intermittently. Although he sent text messages pretending to be under his own name, his parents were still scared and didn't dare to use it.

She evaded the question, "Your daughter is a big anchor now. She makes a lot of money by live-streaming every day. She's very capable. What's wrong with that?"

Wen Guangzong looked at her with a frown.

As an only child, Wen Qingyang never dared to look her mother in the eye.

An only girl is like a mountain, an only boy is like water. Water can flow freely eastward, but the mountain can never fall!

She is the only person who can inherit her mother's mitochondrial DNA. Her name is destined to be written into the ancestral hall and will be at the top of the page in the family tree.

From the moment she took over her mother's sanitary napkin, she had to shoulder the heavy responsibility and support the family, and this responsibility would last a lifetime!

It was hard to lie, so Wen Qingyang finally decided to tell the whole story, simply summarizing the reason: "I have a boyfriend, his family is quite rich."

Wen Guangzong was not surprised, as his daughter had always been so popular.

But - "A young master from a wealthy family must have a bad temper. I'm afraid he always makes you angry and bullies you like a daughter-in-law. No, you are not the type to swallow your anger."

She stood up and quickly slid up the stairs back to her room, saying a few words from afar: "Don't worry, Mom, your daughter won't suffer any loss no matter what. She's sure to make a fortune!"

Wen Guangzong sat in front of the cashier, counting the money he earned yesterday with his rough fingers. Knowing that she knew her limits, he was not so worried anymore.

I just kept thinking to myself that my Qingyang is the most promising one, but no matter how successful she is, she is still a 22-year-old child. I guess she will only be able to focus on growing up when she gets married.

The iron door upstairs had been used for so long that the edge of the door didn't fit snugly, leaving a small gap for air to leak in. When Wen's father knew his daughter was coming back, he wrapped the edge with cloth strips to prevent her from getting cold.

So Wen Qingyang only needed to use a little force to close the door tightly.

She crawled back into bed, tapping away in a chat box, and silently counted to three seconds: 3, 2, 1—

Risveglio: [Video call with you]

"Hey, how come you called me just after I sent a message?" She raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Boss Sui is so grown up, but he's still so clingy!"

Mr. Sui, dressed in a shirt and trousers, sat in front of his laptop, most likely working. But he was thrown off balance by a question from his girlfriend.

Before he could answer, she asked again, "Doesn't Sui's Spring Festival holiday always start ten days in advance? Why are you still dealing with work?"

Sui Yi pursed her lips, still a little uncomfortable without feeling the scab on her wound: "Some project teams will have to work overtime, which will involve parts that require my decision."

Through the lenses, his eyes were fixed on the screen, as if he had returned to the days when he could only see her in the live broadcast room, and every cell in his body was secretly clamoring for her.

Wen Qingyang was wearing a particularly thick hand-knitted sweater. The style and color of the wool were very old-fashioned, but it had a unique retro feel when worn on her.

Sui Yi had never seen her dressed like this before. He guessed that the temperature there might be lower and the room was not warm enough, and he couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

But he was more anxious to explain:

"I didn't mean to investigate you. I was worried the last time I saw you call your family, but I didn't know how to help. If I gave you money directly, you wouldn't accept it, so I wanted to use a roundabout way..."

Wen Qingyang twirled the ring that he never took off his hand and jokingly said, "I thought it was a new trick to hasten marriage."

"No." Sui Yi quickly denied.

He didn't want to appear too eager to get married, so he abruptly changed the subject: "I've already sent your email the results of my physical examination this month."

"Which month don't you send me your physical examination report? Exchanging physical examination reports and getting vaccinations for men are basic qualities in a couple." Wen Qingyang saw through his thoughts at a glance, but didn't point it out. He just teased him, "What's wrong with your body?"

"No."

"No."

"No problem at all."

Mr. Sui denied it three times in a row even faster.

"When will you return to Xianglin?" he asked with a hint of anticipation.

"After the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, you've asked me so many times, dear, just tell me if you miss me."

Wen Qingyang does not suffer from separation anxiety. She works and sleeps every day, and also takes time to deal with Song Weirui's wailing and Mr. Sui's longing for her. Her life is quite fulfilling.

She was more concerned about something else: "Stand up so I can see if you've been obedient and wearing it today?"