"How could this be? Has Lu Zhixia gone mad?" Chen Jianing was anxious. She wanted Song Weidong to stay by her side and provide her with emotional support.
But I don’t want him to actually get a divorce. As the saying goes, it’s better to steal than to be honest and upright. The pleasure of stealing is the greatest happiness!
"Who knows what got into her? Anyway, I won't forgive her easily! When she comes back, I'll make her kneel at the door for three days and three nights to reflect on her actions!" Song Weidong said smugly. "Then I'll consider whether to let her in or not."
Chen Jianing almost burst out laughing when she heard the man's boastful words, and she had to pinch her palms to keep from laughing.
It seems Lu Zhixia is determined to leave; once this woman realizes the situation, there's no going back.
It seems I should keep my distance from Song Weidong in the future. I can't let him get too close to me, because I don't want to take responsibility!
Adjusting his mindset, the smile faded from his face, and he said coldly,
"Don't come to my house so often in the future. I'm afraid people will misunderstand, and then it will be hard to explain."
Song Weidong reached out and touched the woman's face. "I've already moved upstairs from you. Those people have seen it all. Let them say whatever they want. That's the house I bought. Let them sue me if they dare!"
"What?"
Chen Jianing felt a tightness in her chest. If she moved upstairs, wouldn't the rumors be confirmed? What if Guo Chen found out? Thinking of this, she decided not to go back to live there, at least not for the time being.
Thinking of her daughter, she asked him, "Where is my child?"
“She’s with your mother. There’s nothing I can do. The little girl is too young for me to take care of. My son is there too.”
Song Weidong took it for granted. In his view, the two were already so close that it was perfectly reasonable for Chen Jianing's mother to take care of her son.
Chen Jianing raised her hand and pushed the man's hand away. "You should take your son away right away. Don't let my mother misunderstand anything. You know my mother is very petty."
Song Weidong knew that Chen Jianing felt sorry for her parents and didn't want the two elderly people to work too hard, so he nodded and agreed.
Chen Jianing breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "I'm being discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I'm going to my mom's to rest for a few days. Don't come looking for me these few days. I'll contact you later."
"Alright! Anyway, I have a key to your house, so I'll take care of it for you," Song Weidong said considerately.
"No, you have to give me the key. What if someone sees it? Also, Guo Chen might be back soon."
"So what if he comes back? He won't stay for more than half a month before he leaves again. He won't take good care of you, he'll just give you a couple of stinking coins."
Chen Jianing thought of the thick wad of cash Guo Chen gave her every time he came back, and looked at Song Weidong with disdain. Did he think that two stinking coins were a small amount?
That's more money than he could earn in a year. It's a good thing she took advantage of Lu Zhixia's life-saving grace back then, otherwise how could she have gotten on Guo Chen's good side!
It's a pity.
Guo Chen doesn't like her; he always has a cold face and never says a kind word.
After enduring a prolonged period of cold indifference, she also needs psychological and emotional comfort.
Song Weidong was eloquent and exceptionally attentive. This filled a void in her life, and since he had recently earned some extra money, he would occasionally send her small gifts. Over time, the two developed a romantic relationship.
Not receiving a reply from the woman, Song Weidong assumed she was tired, so he considerately helped her lie down.
"Get a good night's sleep. I'll come over tomorrow to handle your discharge procedures."
"Okay, be careful on the road."
A single word of advice made Song Weidong incredibly happy. After tucking the person in, he left the ward.
But instead of going back, he started looking for a caregiver at the hospital, because only a professional caregiver could take care of his mother's condition.
An ordinary nanny simply cannot handle tasks like cleaning up feces and urine.
Did Lu Zhixia think that if his family left her, he would have to beg her for help?
Don't even think about it, he'll make that woman come back crying and begging him!
——
Lu Zhixia had already finished her meal with Sister Su's family, and the braised grass carp in soy sauce received unanimous praise from them.
After dinner, she sat on the living room bench and told them what had happened that day.
Zhou Cheng sighed, "I never imagined there were so many tricks involved in selling ice cream, but if you make good money from it, you can earn more than you would from a regular job."
Su Lan disagreed, saying, "But have you thought about what you can sell in winter? Nobody eats ice cream then."
Zhou Cheng nodded, "That's true, there's no way to make this money in winter."
Lu Zhixia handed the folded paper airplane to Zhou Daya, then looked up at them and smiled, saying...
“I think selling ice cream is just my first step. I still have some ideas that need to be tested before I can implement them. Anyway, no matter what I do, as long as I can make money, I have a future.”
“Girl, I like hearing that. It’s true, the factory’s performance isn’t very good right now, mainly because of the inconvenient transportation, and the amount of goods produced each year is gradually increasing.” Zhou Cheng sighed, “I feel like we’ll be on holiday again soon.”
"What? Another holiday?" Su Lan panicked at the thought of not getting paid during the holiday and asked anxiously, "Is there any explanation from the factory? Will they give us some kind of compensation for the holiday?"
Zhou Cheng immediately reassured his wife, "I'm just guessing, or maybe it's just a partial release. Don't worry, even if you get a day off, I still have to go to work. If I don't cook, what will they eat? Dirt?"
Hearing the man say that made Su Lan feel a little better. She thought to herself that it was fortunate that she had rented out the house, otherwise she would only have one person's salary.
Then we'll have to raise three children and send money to our elderly parents. It'll be like roasting them over a fire, and they won't even get a drop of oil out of them!
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