Chapter 220
"Why are you here?" Zhong Qiao deliberately let go of her hand, his tone filled with indescribable grievance, "You didn't even send me a message when you left. Our feelings are all fake, right?"
In front of her parents, she is the pillar of the family; in front of Ji Hebai, she is a wife; in front of others, including Jin Gui, she is more like a benefactor and boss; and only in front of Song Shuling can she feel like a little girl.
"I'm sorry, Sister Zhong Qiao." Song Shuling looked particularly sad. "I left on my own accord and didn't tell my family. I wanted to say goodbye to you, but I happened to leave without you, so I haven't had the chance to contact you since."
"But when I came back this time, I found your address as soon as possible. I didn't expect to hear such a thing."
She was halfway through her words when she couldn't bear to continue.
Mr. and Mrs. Zhong had always taken good care of her before, and she often came to Zhong Qiao's house for dinner. She had thought that the next time she came back, she could still eat the food cooked by Mrs. Zhong, but she didn't expect that she would never have the chance again.
"Don't be angry." Song Shuling's eyes filled with tears. "I'm thinking of you too."
Zhong Qiao no longer hides his political sentiments.
"You, you are always so reckless and impetuous."
She pulled Song Shuling into the ward.
"Mom, how did you meet Song Shuling?"
I looked at the wooden box in my mother's hand.
"What is this? Why have I never seen it before?"
Mother Zhong looked around and made sure the doors and windows were closed. She said, "This is what your father and I left behind. It's meat coupons and money. We were thinking that after we died, you and your brother would each get half. I didn't expect this to happen."
"There's a crisis at home right now. Instead of saving this for later, I'd rather give it to you now. Maybe it'll be useful in the future."
Mother Zhong put the wooden box on the table without paying any attention to Song Shuling.
"Qiao Qiao, Xiao Ling, Si Qi, all of you come here."
Zhong Qiao and Zhong Siqi stepped forward obediently, but Song Shuling had never expected that she would be called forward, and was stunned for a moment before stepping forward.
Mother Zhong opened the wooden box and found some meat coupons, money, and even some jewelry she had collected from her time in Hong Kong.
"These things are usually inconvenient to carry, so I put them together with these things. You and your brother each have half."
"In addition, there are these." Mother Zhong handed an emerald bracelet to Song Shuling, "Xiaoling, you have had a good relationship with our Qiao Qiao since you were young. In the eyes of your uncle and me, you are like a half-daughter to us. This is your dowry."
Song Shuling was struck by lightning and quickly pushed it away in panic: "Auntie, how can I accept your things? They are too expensive!"
She asked why she was called over by Zhong's mother as soon as she arrived at the Zhong family. She was afraid of disturbing Zhong's father, so she was a little hesitant, but Zhong's mother was very determined, so she followed them.
Looking at the emerald bracelet on her hand, she was almost scared to death.
She had heard that the Zhong family was doing very well in Hong Kong and was extremely wealthy. However, when she later saw that the Zhong Qiao family was in dire straits and had to live under someone else's roof, she thought it was a joke.
When she saw this bracelet today, such a generous item, she really believed it.
The Zhong family has been hiding its strength.
"Auntie, I really can't accept it." Song Shuling was almost crying, "If you let me accept it, how can I face Sister Zhong Qiao in the future? She and I are close friends. If I accept this bracelet, the meaning will be different. I don't know how to face her."
"Good boy, Auntie was right about you." Mother Zhong was very touched. "You are an honest child. It is worth it for Zhong Qiao to make a friend like you. Auntie is very happy."
"Please accept this bracelet. It is a gift from your uncle."
Song Shuling had no choice but to look at Zhong Qiao helplessly.
Zhong Qiao picked up the jade bracelet and put it on her hand.
"Wear it."
"Shu Ling, this belongs to you."
Song Shuling's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She hurried to take off the bracelet on her hand, but Zhong Qiao stopped her.
"Don't take it off. How can you ask someone to return something you've given away? If you keep using so much force, the bracelet might break. That would be unlucky."
These words successfully dissuaded Song Shuling from taking it off.
"Then this..." Her face flushed.
"I originally wanted to visit my uncle, but right away, you gave me a big jade bracelet. It's like I'm asking for money. I won't dare come to see you anymore."
Zhong Qiao smiled and jokingly said, "Why? Are you planning to flee for fear of punishment?"
"Zhong Qiao!" Song Shuling was already embarrassed, and now it was even more difficult for her to deal with it. "Don't laugh at me. Please persuade Auntie. I really can't accept this."
"Take it." Mother Zhong said tiredly, "Xiaoling, just consider it as a favor to Auntie. Don't postpone it any longer. Auntie has had a lot of things these days, as you know. I'm really too tired."
Song Shuling was silent for a moment, then looked at the bracelet again and said, "Okay."
She thought to herself, just treat it as her aunt being impulsive, keep it for the time being, and return it to Zhong Qiao when she has the chance in the future, so there is no need to provoke her aunt anymore.
"Qiao Qiao, keep these things for now." Mother Zhong handed the wooden box to Zhong Qiao. "Your brother is still young and can't keep money well. You will keep his share. If he gets married later, you can give it to him."
Zhong Qiao was caught off guard holding the wooden box, confused and guessing for a moment.
Why does it feel more like I'm making arrangements for my own funeral?
Is it my own illusion?
"Mom." Regardless of whether it was an illusion or the truth, Zhong Qiao chose to believe her feelings first, so she slowed down her tone, "It's still early for these things, so I'll wait for you to keep it and teach us when the time comes. You can rest assured."
"Besides, I'm rich now." Zhong Qiao patted her chest proudly, but her heart ached. "I won't need your money for retirement. When Dad wakes up, I'll ask him to stop doing wood carving and let him spend his remaining years with you."
"From now on, you can plant flowers in the yard and raise some chickens and ducks. Your life will definitely be more comfortable than in Hong Kong."
Mother Zhong smiled and looked at Father Zhong lying on the hospital bed with an indescribably gentle look in her eyes: "Your father's favorite thing is wood carving. He's happier than anyone else to do some work. Let him do it."
"I cook for him, and he works in the yard, earning some money. After you all get married and have your own careers, you can come home for dinner occasionally, and it'll be nice for us all to get together."
Zhong Qiao's nose felt sore: "Mom, you are right, life like this is good, so you have to keep this money. It's not the time yet, the most difficult time."
"I believe in Dad. He will definitely wake up. You have to believe in him like me."
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