Chapter 44: Incredible Talent
"What's going on?"
He's mother came over after hearing the noise.
"Mom, Baozhu drew a few lines on my design..."
"What the hell?"
Before He Wenqing could finish his words, his mother jumped up and down.
"Song Baozhu, how could you touch Qing'er's things? And even his design drawings!
That is the most important thing. I don’t even dare to touch it when I clean the house!
You dare to draw something on it, are you crazy?
I've felt it before, you're just a clueless idiot!"
During this period, Song's father failed to get promoted and Song Baozhu lost her decent job. He's mother knew all of this. She had been dissatisfied with Song Baozhu for a long time. If she heard her touching her son's things again, she would be furious.
"No, Mom, the tripwires she drew just happened to be a big help to me."
He Wenqing explained the details of the drawing in detail, and He's mother was stunned.
When she heard that the few strokes Song Baozhu added might help her son achieve great success, she couldn't help but slap her thigh.
"Oh! That's a great thing!
Qing'er, if you can achieve great achievements and be promoted to a high official, our family will be proud!
Humph, I want to see what those relatives of ours who despise the poor and love the rich look like now!"
At this moment, He's mother seemed to have seen her son's rapid rise to fame in the future.
"Mom, this is just my preliminary improved design. I need to submit it to the organization for testing to determine whether it is successful."
"Hey, is my son an ordinary person? If you say you can do it, then I will believe you can do it!
Qing'er, you will definitely bring honor to our He family!"
It had been a long time since He's mother had spoken so loudly with her back straight.
Over the years, she has gone from being an enviable wife of an official to a nanny, and her life has been so frustrating.
Now, hearing that her son might have a bright future, her dull and hopeless eyes suddenly lit up with vitality.
She looked at Song Baozhu with admiration: "Oh, I always said that Baozhu was a smart kid. Look at what she did, she is so handsome!"
"..." He Wenqing felt a little embarrassed about his mother's change of attitude.
But Song Baozhu seemed to have forgotten that He's mother had just scolded her, and smiled and said:
"What are you talking about, Auntie? What's mine is Brother Wenqing's. It's my blessing to be able to help Brother Wenqing~"
Song Baozhu's eyes rolled around.
"But, Auntie, you're right. I do have a sharp mind, and I've been helping others with drawing since I was little. Just like Brother Wenqing's drawing, as soon as I saw it, I immediately thought of some places that needed a few more strokes."
Anyway, she remembered most of the drawings she had seen in her previous life. If the drawings were correct, it would be her credit, and if they were incorrect, it couldn't be blamed on her.
During this period, Song Baozhu clearly felt that the He family had become much more distant from her.
Humph, now that she has this ability, she will definitely have the He family under her control!
Thinking of this, Song Baozhu smiled even more brightly.
Her good days are coming!
"Oh my goodness, I didn't expect you to have such an incredible talent!
If you can watch Qing'er more while she draws the design in the future..."
Having said that, He's mother's gaze when she looked at Song Baozhu suddenly became fiery.
He Wenqing also looked thoughtful.
"Hmph~ But I haven't married Brother Wenqing yet, so I may not be able to be by his side when he's drawing~"
Song Baozhu glared at He Wenqing coquettishly, and the meaning of her words was obvious.
He's mother understood immediately. After thinking for a moment, she smiled and walked over to hold Song Baozhu's hand.
"Oh my! Let's not talk about our differences. His father and I have been looking forward to you getting married soon so that we can have a grandson!"
When Song Baozhu lost her job, He's mother was a little disgusted with her. After all, in her heart, her son was the best in every way.
But Song Baozhu's family background is there after all, and now that she has such an extraordinary talent, she is willing to get married now.
"How about this, after Qing'er submits the design draft to the organization and receives the honor, you two can get married!"
"Originally this is possible, but..."
Song Baozhu wiped her eyes and said, "But my adopted vicious sister framed me and reported me after I lost my job. Now the Youth League Office wants me to go to the countryside..."
"If I can't get my marriage certificate with Brother Wenqing in the next few days, I'll be a single, unemployed young man, and the Youth League Office will force me to go to the countryside."
"If I go to the countryside, I won't be able to help Brother Wenqing when he draws pictures even if I want to..."
He's mother didn't care whether Song Baozhu went to the countryside or not, but she cared about the following sentence because it affected her son's interests.
As for marriage, it doesn't matter who you marry. Song Baozhu can help her son, and her family background is more than enough for him.
"Qing'er, Baozhu has been framed by her vicious sister. We can't just sit back and watch. In a few days, you and Baozhu will go get the certificate."
He's mother gave He Wenqing a look.
Song Baozhu was delighted in her heart, but she still had a pitiful expression on her face and looked at him as if asking for help.
He Wenqing half-closed his brows, thinking of the scene where Song Youyou ruthlessly abandoned him and Gu Xiaoqian, and then glanced at Song Baozhu who was standing next to him with a look of dependence on him.
In the end, he just nodded lightly, agreeing to this matter.
He wanted to make Song Youyou regret leaving him.
His father was right. When he grew up and gained power, he would have all the women he wanted. But then, maybe Youyou would come back and beg him.
On the other side, Gu Xiaoke had no idea that someone was coveting his wife.
At this moment, he was sitting lazily on the balcony, with his head propped up, staring at the night sky in a daze, and a faint smile hung on his usually expressionless face.
After sending Song Youyou off, he returned to the compound.
However, it was late at night and he couldn't sleep. His mind was full of the wedding three days later, and his heart was surging with uncontrollable excitement.
In the second half of the night, he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.
But early the next morning, he was awakened by the voice of a woman talking downstairs.
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