“It’s my father’s, but he has to agree whether he wants to or not. He ruined my life.” Zhou Shuang said dismissively.
"Zhou Shuang!"
A man called out and walked to Zhou Shuang's side, "Didn't I tell you, you don't need to send any more money. Let's think of another way."
Zhou Shuang said, "Wang Chengli, I didn't bring any money with me today. This brother wants to buy my shop, so I'll take him to the hospital to get checked out."
Although the two sentences seemed unrelated, Wang Chengli roughly understood what they meant.
He looked at Fu Linchuan and said, "Brother, Zhou Shuang seems like a tough guy, but she's actually a good person at heart. She hasn't had an easy time these past few years, so don't take anything she says or does to heart."
Fu Linchuan nodded and said nothing more.
"Zhou Shuang, I need to think about buying the shop some more. Give me your address, and I'll come find you when I've made up my mind."
Zhou Shuang asked Wang Chengli for paper and pen and wrote down the address clearly. "This is it. If it's inconvenient for you, you can come to the hospital. Just let Wang Chengli know. I come here every day anyway."
Fu Linchuan folded the paper, put it away, and left.
As he walked forward, he could still hear Wang Chengli and Zhou Shuang talking.
“Zhou Shuang, I told you, I don’t need you to sell the shop.”
"Wang Chengli, what you say doesn't matter, I'm happy to do it."
"Zhou Shuang, life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate. We have done our best."
"Wang Chengli, you and your wife did your best, but I didn't. It's just a shop; can a shop be more important than my life?"
After leaving the hospital, Fu Linchuan didn't want to go home anymore. He went to see Tang Xuezhen, and after he got off work, the two of them also invited Wang Bin out.
The three of them went directly to Chunmai Noodle Shop. Fu Linchuan went to get braised pork and braised dishes, took some wine, and even cooked three bowls of noodles himself and took them upstairs.
The three of them sat together and chatted for a while, and then Fu Linchuan mentioned that he had seen a shop that day.
"Wang Chengli?" Wang Bin felt a strong sense of familiarity upon hearing this name. "No, is this Wang Chengli you met the one I know?"
Fu Linchuan poured wine for Wang Bin, "You know someone named Wang Chengli too? What does he look like?"
"I don't know him personally, but he's quite famous. Sometime last year, he was in the newspaper for getting into a fight and got arrested. I don't know how long he was in after that. Anyway, this guy has been in and out of the police station many times."
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