At night, Chen Xinghua sat under the oil lamp mending clothes.
Hearing my two sons fighting over meat slices next door, I felt a mix of bittersweet emotions.
She remembered what her deceased husband had said on his deathbed.
"Qingzhi is a kind-hearted child."
In retrospect, that statement proved to be more accurate than any of the idle gossip her daughter had ever uttered.
After all, ever since she married into the Liu family, she had never helped her own family even once.
On the contrary, Su Qingzhi would send over some meat and rice every now and then.
Zhu Xiuqin stood outside her own courtyard wall and saw Chen Xinghua smiling as she served meat to her grandson through the gaps in the fence.
The glistening, white fat made her throat tighten with cravings.
She pursed her chapped lips, and a nameless anger suddenly welled up inside her.
"Why is Su Qingzhi so generous? I've never seen her help my Lanlan!"
She muttered to herself, but dared not say it aloud.
He started to make plans in his mind.
Should we try to get in touch with Su Qingzhi?
Zhu Xiuqin has always been a snob; she sides with whoever is in power.
Now that Su Qingzhi is not only helping Su Qingzhi, but also providing financial assistance to the Liu family, it shows that she has resources and connections.
"If we can build this relationship, even getting scraps in the future will be better than what we have now."
She rubbed her hands together and paced back and forth in the yard, finding it increasingly feasible.
Su Qingzhi saw everyone's expressions, but didn't say a word.
She wasn't stupid; she naturally understood the scheming in Zhu Xiuqin's eyes and could also see the change in Chen Xinghua's attitude.
But she didn't want to argue or kick someone when they were down.
Time will tell the truth about some things.
Some people will eventually realize who is truly trustworthy.
Before she knew it, it was the weekend. Remembering her promise to Shen Cunpu, Su Qingzhi set off for her old haunt in Lan City.
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