Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Happy New Year.
In recent days, the Rilon Group has occupied the front page headlines of almost all major websites, and has been trending on Weibo for several times, all of which are inseparable from this legendary large company.
#Investigation results of Qin Haoyuan, former chairman of Rilon Group#
#Qin Chuyao intentionally injures others#
#Rilon Group Board Meeting#
#Qin Du intends to temporarily serve as the group's director#
#Qindu withdraws from some group projects#
The procuratorate and the police jointly arrested the manager who assisted Mr. Qin in manipulating the stock market from the airport and detained him together with Mr. Qin and other participants, waiting for the trial to be held after the new year.
Major financial magazines speculated that Mr. Qin's crime was serious, but given his age, he would probably be released after three to five years.
In addition to intentional injury, Qin Chuyao was also involved in the crimes of forging contracts and embezzling public funds in order to frame Qin Du. He was punished for multiple crimes. In addition, he had a very poor attitude in admitting his mistakes and screamed in the detention center that he had to see Qin Du. It is estimated that he will receive at least seven or eight years.
Qin Du was busy running around, contacting the people who had been harmed by the stock market manipulation and personally discussing compensation with them one by one.
After the group withdraws from those unclean projects, it will face huge losses. When you add it up, it is really as written in the original text, with a loss of more than 100 billion yuan.
Qin Du didn't dare and didn't want to tell Liu Jingheng. If he really knew, he would have to live a miserable life of catching dripping water with a basin again.
As the New Year approaches, Uncle Li is officially discharged from the hospital and begins planning to return to his hometown.
On the day before New Year's Eve, early in the morning, Liu Jingheng began to prepare the items he would need for his trip back home.
"We need to bring Penny, Glutinous Rice, Cube... and... and..." Liu Jingheng nodded. "That's about it."
Qin Du emerged from behind him in a shadowy voice:
"Without me? You're planning on driving there yourself?"
Liu Jingheng: "Oh yes, there's also a driver."
Qin Du: I give in.
After packing up our things, we called Uncle Li and took a driver with us, and drove two cars towards the distant mountains.
As expected, they encountered the Spring Festival travel rush and were stuck on the highway for three hours without moving.
Qin Du moved Liu Jingheng's chair back and took a blanket from behind to cover him:
"I don't know how long the traffic will last. I asked the chef at home to prepare some food for you. After eating, take a nap and we'll be there soon."
Liu Jingheng was really hungry, and happily took the luxurious rice bucket. But when she opened it, she couldn't smile anymore.
Why do we still have to eat green belts during the New Year?
There are also meat and seafood, but they are all boiled in pure water without oil or salt, just like in the green belt.
Liu Jingheng nibbled on the green belt, looking out the car window, a hint of sadness visible on her chubby face:
"On the 30th...if I'm still forced to chew on the green belt, I'll run away from home..."
Qin Du couldn't help laughing:
"Don't worry, I'll be cooking that day. Remember to write the menu."
*
Several people were stuck on the highway for a whole day and night, and finally left the Spring Festival travel rush at a snail's pace.
Arriving at Uncle Li's village, Liu Jingheng looked around curiously. Although it couldn't be compared with the city, it was not as miserable as Uncle Li said. The small bungalows on both sides of the dirt road were clean and new.
Uncle Li’s ancestral home is also very bright. Many of the furniture are new, the walls have been repainted, and a heater has been installed.
That's right, in order to prevent Liu Jingheng from getting cold, Qin Du turned on the heating for the whole village, so that when Uncle Li took Liu Jingheng out to visit friends, she could stay warm wherever she went.
Uncle Li went into the house and put down his luggage, laughing:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin. Our house is small, and we only have two rooms to accommodate people. We have three accommodation options. Jingjing and I will sleep in one room; you and I will sleep in one room; you and Jingjing..."
Qin Du interrupted him: "You and the rabbits in the yard will sleep in one shed, and Liu Jingheng and I will each have our own room."
Liu Jingheng chewing an apple:
"What rabbit? Where's the rabbit?"
This ancestral house had been uninhabited for many years, and there was hardly any living creature there. But Qin Du was afraid that Liu Jingheng would be bored, so he bought a nest of rabbits from his neighbor and raised them in the shed. He also got two ducklings, which were now quacking in the yard.
Liu Jingheng began to pull at Qin Du's hand, almost putting her face against it:
"Can't I sleep in the same room with a rabbit?"
Qin Du took a deep breath and raised his chin:
"cannot."
Liu Jingheng was disappointed and continued to eat the apple.
They only brought Penny back to their hometown this time. The old rural house was not well sealed, and Penny was as timid as a cube, so she could easily run away. The same went for Nuomi. There was no pool for her to play in, so the two little ones stayed at home temporarily and were taken care of by a nanny.
There was still a big kang in Uncle Li's room. People would get hard after lying on it for a whole day. Qin Du also asked someone to tear down the kang in advance and replace it with a high-tech kang with electric heating and shock-absorbing function.
Before Liu Jingheng traveled through the book, he was a genuine southerner. He had heard of things like kangs but had never seen one. Lying on one felt hard and comfortable, and he could even catch little ducks and put them on the kang to play with.
If it were the bed, Qin Du would have spoken out long ago.
Liu Jingheng holds the little duck: Hehe, the countryside is so fun.
It was getting late, so the three of them started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.
When the neighbors knew that Uncle Li was back, they all came to reminisce about the past and brought him a lot of delicious food.
The slow-witted Liu Jingheng became alert at this time.
He looked at the "tea cake" brought by the aunt next door and asked, "What is this?"
Uncle Li explained: "This is called Fanhuazi, it's made of flour, and it also has chess pieces. Try it."
"Can this be eaten?" Liu Jingheng was shocked. He thought it was a decoration.
Liu Jingheng looked at Qin Du, seeking his consent.
Qin Du rolled up his sleeves, holding a humphead wrasse with a dragon-like tail in his hand. After a while, he gave a helpless look and nodded.
The uncles and aunts sat in a row on the edge of the kang, surrounding Liu Jingheng who was eating tea and cakes, laughing so hard that their eyes were blurred:
"The child is growing up beautifully. Is it because the water in the city is good? He is so fair and tender."
"I saw him just as the car passed by my front door. What a handsome young man! Do you have a partner? My aunt has a daughter about your age. Add her on WeChat and let's chat."
Liu Jingheng was munching on a piece of tea cake with great enthusiasm:
"OK."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tea cake in his hand disappeared.
Liu Jingheng was stunned——
When he looked over, Qin Du had already put away the tea and snacks he had left.
Liu Jingheng stretched out her hand, looking slightly flattering:
"I can't stop adding WeChat. I don't have WeChat."
Qin Du was satisfied and returned the tea and fruit to him.
The neighbors who came to join in the fun saw that it was getting late, so they got up and said goodbye to go home to prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Qin Du and Uncle Li were also cleaning the ingredients, leaving Liu Jingheng curled up on the warm kang, eating tea and watching TV.
He glanced over and saw Qin Du and Uncle Li busy outside, even Penny was busy picking up the garbage and putting it into the bucket. He was just waiting to eat like a young master. In an instant, the tea and fruit in his hand lost its fragrance.
He got off the kang and asked the two people:
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No need, just go sit down, we'll be there quickly." Qin Du said.
Liu Jingheng felt embarrassed to just sit there and look around. She saw the table covered with mixed dumpling fillings, dumpling wrappers made by a pasta machine, and a bowl of coins, red dates, and peanuts.
…
"Happy New Year--!"
Amid the sporadic sound of firecrackers outside the window, a small square table was placed on the warm kang in the house, with seafood delicacies neatly arranged on it, and in the middle was a pot of dumplings, all of them white and plump.
Qin Du and Uncle Li held up their red wine glasses, and Liu Jingheng held up her juice. At Uncle Li's invitation, the three of them clinked their glasses together.
The room was warm and Liu Jingheng's face was flushed. He held the cup with both hands and took a small sip under Qin Du's gaze. When Qin Du looked away, he quickly and secretly took a big gulp.
This is the custom in Uncle Li’s hometown, where they also eat at a table on the kang.
Liu Jingheng tried to imitate Uncle Li's cross-legged posture, but due to her lack of experience and her legs not being very flexible, she finally managed to cross her legs when her body fell straight back, forcing Qin Du to quickly catch her.
Qin Du supported Liu Jingheng and let him lean on him:
"If you can't make it work, then don't do it."
Uncle Li filled a bowl of dumplings and handed it to Liu Jingheng, saying with a smile:
"Try it quietly. This is the filling prepared by Uncle Li, but be careful when eating it."
Liu Jingheng asked: "Why?"
"It's customary here to put coins or red dates in the dumplings for Chinese New Year, for good luck. So, Mr. Qin, how many coins did you put in the dumplings?"
Qin Du looked up: "Didn't you wrap it?"
Uncle Li was stunned: "My spatula is almost smoking, how can I have time to wrap it?"
When the two were puzzled, they suddenly heard a light cough from the side.
Looking up, I saw Liu Jingheng's face flushed, and she touched her nose with a bit of embarrassment and pride:
"I took care of it. Seeing that you were busy, I wanted to help you out."
Qin Du listened but didn't move.
Uncle Li's eyes lit up: "Wow! Our well-behaved and sensible Hao Jingjing made these dumplings herself. I must try them."
Uncle Li swallowed a dumpling in one gulp and chewed it.
Uncle Li spat out the dumpling and said, "What's in this?"
It tasted like wet cotton wool with a hint of chocolate sweetness mixed in.
Liu Jingheng puffed out her chest proudly: "It's a bear biscuit. Eat the bear. I wish you will be as smart as the bear in the new year."
Uncle Li: “…”
Uncle Li doted on his child and ate two of them anyway.
That day, he finally understood that some children needed to be spanked and not spoiled. Otherwise, they would find a screw (symbolizing diligence) or a hundred yuan (symbolizing wealth) in their New Year dumplings...
Liu Jingheng shamelessly asked, "Is it delicious?"
Uncle Li pursed his lips tightly, with an expression of heroic sacrifice on his face, and nodded vigorously.
Liu Jingheng leaned over, and her hand seemed to be paralyzed. It took her a long time to pick up a dumpling.
He brought the dumplings to Qin Du's mouth and said with a smile: "You haven't tasted the dumplings I made yet."
Qin Du looked at the dumplings, his Adam's apple slid:
"I don't like dumplings. My ancestral home is in the south, so I prefer to eat tangyuan during the Chinese New Year."
Liu Jingheng's computer was down for a long time, and then he said, "Wait a minute."
After saying that, he stretched out his legs which were numb from sitting, stumbled over Qin Du's feet and got onto the kang.
As soon as the people left, Uncle Li patted his chest with an expression of having survived a disaster, and even lectured Qin Du:
"Boss Qin, why don't you keep an eye on him?"
Qin Du sneered and pushed a bowl of dumplings in front of Uncle Li:
"Eat, didn't you say it was delicious?"
Uncle Li was silent for half a century, then his expression suddenly changed. He took the rice bowl and called Penny over:
"Penny Penny, we are a little dog from America. You must have never eaten Chinese dumplings."
Penny wagged her tail and sniffed excitedly, then slowly let her tail droop down, her wide muzzle tightly closed, and her sparse eyebrows wrinkled into a ball:
I was born with a net worth of four million just to enjoy life.
Qin Du watched the duet between a man and a dog for a long time, and suddenly realized that Liu Jingheng had not returned for a long time.
He got off the kang and saw Liu Jingheng squatting in the kitchen, holding a bag of flour in her hand and about to put it into her mouth with her index finger.
Qin Du quickly grabbed the flour and said, "Why are you stuffing everything into your mouth?"
Liu Jingheng explained: "I want to try it and see if it's regular flour or glutinous rice flour."
Qin Du was confused: "And then?"
Liu Jingheng smiled and said, "I want to make glutinous rice balls for you."
Qin Du was stunned for a moment, then listened to Liu Jingheng continue:
"Dumplings, rice balls, noodles, we always have to eat one of these during Chinese New Year, for good luck."
Qin Du sighed and patiently explained, "These things are not essential to eat. If I want to eat them, I will tell the chef at home. No need to trouble you."
The smile on Liu Jingheng's lips gradually disappeared.
After a while, he was stroking the flour bag in front of him, and a layer of gloom covered his back:
"Do you also think that the food I cook is unpalatable..."
"Actually, I know all about it. Many people have told me. My father, the director of the orphanage, also told me to stop cooking and find something meaningful to do." Liu Jingheng sighed, "It's my own fault that I'm too self-righteous..."
"I'm sorry... I just wanted you to have some dumplings for the New Year, but I didn't consider your feelings..."
Qin Du raised his hand and pinched his brows, then put on a gentle smile:
"No."
He squatted down, stuffed the flour bag back, took Liu Jingheng's hand and shook it:
"It's not what you think."
Liu Jingheng blinked: "That is...?"
Qin Du gently stroked his fingers, looking at the nails that were as smooth as glass, and said:
"You're not in good health, so you can't overwork. Cooking and making dumplings is hard work for you. I made them once, and I don't know when I'll make them again. If I eat all the dumplings today, I won't be able to eat anything you made in the future, and I'll regret it."
Liu Jingheng slowly opened her eyes, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes on her eyelids trembled slightly.
He held Qin Du's hand and expressed his determination firmly:
"After I finish the surgery and recover, I will make dumplings and glutinous rice balls for you every day."
Qin Du smiled and said, "Then you have to stay by my side every day."
Liu Jingheng nodded: "Of course, I still owe you so much money, it will take me fifty years to pay it back."
Qin Du didn't answer him. He suddenly stood up and went to the inner room to bring back a bowl of dumplings. He ate one and then pulled a cotton thread out of his mouth...
"Okay, I ate the dumplings you made and accidentally ingested a foreign object. Let me take you to the hospital for a checkup. You should know how much compensation I should pay. Don't wait for fifty years. I'll go through the ups and downs of life."
Qin Du had already noticed that many of the dumplings in that pot had red and green edges. He immediately guessed that Liu Jingheng couldn't pinch the dumpling wrappers, so she simply sewed them shut.
Liu Jingheng is really amazing.
Liu Jingheng picked up a dumpling and put it to Qin Du's mouth, smiling and saying:
"Take another one. This one isn't sewn shut. It has good stuff inside."
Qin Du looked at it for a while, accepted his fate, and took the dumpling.
"What did you eat?"
"chewing gum……"
*
Uncle Li had just recovered from a serious illness and was old, so he couldn't hold on any longer and went to bed first.
Liu Jingheng sat on the kang and watched the Spring Festival Gala, while Qin Du was replying to the New Year greetings from his partners. Later he had to find time to shoot a New Year greetings video and post it on Weibo.
The extremely boring Spring Festival Gala made Liu Jingheng laugh out loud.
Qin Du glanced at Liu Jingheng. To be honest, Liu Jingheng's face was funnier than the Spring Festival Gala.
There were too many text messages, and Qin Du couldn't reply to them and didn't want to, so he simply turned off his phone, looked around, and saw several boxes of fireworks on the table.
"Liu Jingheng." Qin Du called out to the others, "Shall we go to the yard to set off fireworks?"
Liu Jingheng's goose-like laughter stopped in an instant: "Set off fireworks, I want to set them off."
Qin Du looked at the TV and said, "Are you not going to watch the Spring Festival Gala?"
"I'm not going to watch it anymore." Liu Jingheng couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He was laughing because the audience at the Spring Festival Gala were all laughing. He felt it would be abnormal if he didn't laugh.
Qin Du put a down jacket and earmuffs on Liu Jingheng, and put on woolen gloves, and the two went to the courtyard.
Because this small village is too poor, the original inhabitants have almost all fled long ago. Even on New Year's Eve, at most you can hear a few sporadic firecrackers. When the sound stops, the world returns to a deathly silence.
This was Liu Jingheng's first time setting off fireworks. When she was in the orphanage, smoking was banned in the town, and there were many children, so the director didn't allow the children to set off fireworks for fear of accidents.
He carefully held one end of the fairy wand, and Qin Du helped to light it.
With a "sizzle", white stars jumped around, casting a sharp flower in Liu Jingheng's dark pupils.
He opened his eyes uncontrollably, and the emotions in his heart rose and fell like the dancing stars.
The flames are fleeting, the fireworks cool down quickly, and as we read the book, March comes and goes, and a whole year has passed.
Liu Jingheng slowly raised her head and looked at Qin Du. The interweaving of light and shadow outlined his sharp and distinct facial features, but cast an indescribable tenderness in the warm fireworks.
Her heartbeat quickened, and Liu Jingheng's fingers couldn't help but clench the fairy wand.
From the green window frame behind me, the sound of countdown came from the TV.
"Year after year, the scenery remains unchanged, and people remain. May the world be bustling, and may you and I be safe. The new year is approaching, and I wish all viewers in front of the TV a new sail, a new ship, and a new shore! At this moment, let us count down together!"
Liu Jingheng stared at the fireworks, counting down along with the host in her mind.
"Ten, nine, eight—"
"Four, three, two, one—"
The bell rang, like an ancient admonition coming from afar.
However, Liu Jingheng heard a faint question amidst the dull and slow sound of the bell.
"Liu Jingheng, marry me."
The fireworks fell, and the dark courtyard lit up briefly, then became as dark as ink again.
Liu Jingheng was still holding the burnt-out fairy wand, like a robot that had run out of power, staring blankly and without any reaction.
Qin Du lowered his eyes for a while, then picked up a new fairy wand and lit it.
He knew that Liu Jingheng's CPU always ran slowly, so he didn't rush her even though the wait was very long.
"Why, why..." Liu Jingheng finally reacted, crying with joy.
"If you give up going to New York for surgery and stay in China, you have to follow domestic rules." Qin Du said something ambiguous.
"If there's an emergency during your surgery and you need blood, the hospital can give you priority if I have a blood donation certificate."
Liu Jingheng opened her mouth, not understanding.
"However, the priority for blood use is immediate family members, children, parents, or... spouses."
Liu Jingheng scratched his head: "In that case, can't you just be my son for a while?"
Qin Du slowly closed his eyes.
After a long pause, he bowed his head helplessly. What a perfect atmosphere, what a perfect opportunity to speak his mind so naturally, but everything was ruined by Liu Jingheng's mouth.
Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and then said:
"But I saw in a skit that rich people like you don't have to wait in line to get blood. It's just a matter of a word."
Qin Du felt both amused and helpless.
"That's right." Qin Du confessed, "Even if I want to replace your heart with a healthy one, it's just a matter of a word and a sum of money."
Qin Du looked up at the bright moon in the dark blue sky, and the hot air he exhaled gathered into balls and dissipated in the night.
"I've done a lot of bad things. I'm not a very clean person. The group was built on the corpses of ordinary people. The old man said I wanted to undermine the group and accumulate wealth and power, but that wasn't entirely his conjecture."
Liu Jingheng lowered his eyes and listened quietly. He didn't quite understand what a fictitious group was, but he understood that Qin Du, as the original villain, had indeed done a lot of bad things.
He was cold-blooded and cruel. On this day of family reunion, he allowed his old father and nephew to go to jail and live a lonely life.
"But." Qin Du looked at the cold fireworks in his hand, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
"I think at least the things I give you are clean and I have a clear conscience."
Liu Jingheng was stunned for half a century, and her brows suddenly drew closer together.
“Hmph… woo…”
He hummed and sobbed softly.
He knew better than anyone that Qin Du was the villain in the original text. Everything he did was based on the logic of the original text. He was supposed to be completely bad and evil, and he shouldn't consider anyone's feelings.
But he would feel inferior because of his high position and power, and occasionally think, "I wish I were an ordinary person. In this way, although what I can give to Liu Jingheng is not much, it will be absolutely clean."
Liu Jingheng's vision was already blurry, hot tears mixed with cold air, and the irritated eye circles were slightly painful.
Qin Du held his face and wiped away his tears with his thumb.
"Don't cry, I didn't mean to make you cry." Qin Du said softly, "It's true that I was too abrupt in proposing marriage when we had no relationship at all. You can take your time to think about it, or just refuse if you don't want to consider it."
Qin Du chuckled: "It's okay, I will find a way to perform your surgery."
Liu Jingheng wiped her eyes and her mouth seemed to be frozen. She tried to open it, but in the end she couldn't say a word.
"It's too cold, come inside." Qin Du took his hand and led him back into the house.
He filled some hot water to wipe Liu Jingheng's face, then charged the hand warmer and let Liu Jingheng hold it.
At this time, Liu Jingheng's mouth finally thawed.
"Actually...actually, you don't need to feel inferior." Liu Jingheng's eyes were filled with tears, and she felt even more uncomfortable. "Because I'm not very clean either."
Qin Du: "You've also taken over the group?"
"That's a bit too difficult for me." Liu Jingheng sobbed.
"I entered the Qin family just to seduce Qin Chuyao. And, I also..." Liu Jingheng stopped talking halfway.
He waved at Qin Du, motioning him to come closer and listen.
As soon as Qin Du moved closer, Liu Jingheng roughly grabbed his ear and forced it close to his mouth.
Qin Du: "Come on, this is not a donkey's ear."
"I even let him touch my breasts..." Liu Jingheng whispered.
Qin Du paused, his brows furrowed.
"When did he really touch it?"
Liu Jingheng nodded aggrievedly:
"Touch it, when did I forget?"
Qin Du paused for a long moment, then suddenly let out a long breath, a rage rising like a flood. Qin Chuyao was truly a beggar who didn't mind the food being rotten, accepting anything that came his way.
"Don't be sad." Qin Du put his arm around Liu Jingheng's shoulders and said, "I'll get it back."
He spoke very seriously. Liu Jingheng had no doubt about it. She straightened her chest and guided Qin Du:
"He touched here and pinched it."
Qin Du closed his five fingers together, and the soft and slippery feeling lingered in his palm for a long time.
"Anything else?" he asked.
Liu Jingheng closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and recalled the scene of that night:
"Well...and, I kneaded the fruit."
After Qin Du heard this, a layer of annoyance instantly appeared between his brows.
He had to gently comfort Liu Jingheng: "Don't be sad, don't be sad. Look, I'm just helping you cover up the smell."
Liu Jingheng was aggrieved:
"He also said I was an alien and asked me when I would return to my own planet. Mr. Qin, am I really that weird?"
Qin Du's hand suddenly stopped.
The fire in my heart also returned to its nest in shame.
"Don't be surprised. It's his problem if he feels something is wrong." Qin Du hugged Liu Jingheng from behind, and put his hands under the hem of her sweater.
He lowered his eyes to observe Liu Jingheng's expression. Her tightly closed eyes, her eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids, trembling with it. The temperature rose, and the small mole on the tip of her nose, red like the lining of an old wedding dress, embedded in her snow-white skin, created a strong visual impact.
Qin Du took a deep breath and kept reminding himself to be restrained. Liu Jingheng's heart was very fragile, and it was not suitable for her to do this now.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Liu Jingheng's cheek, saying softly:
"Don't worry, all traces of Qin Chuyao's evil deeds have been completely erased."
Liu Jingheng opened her eyes, turned around, hugged Qin Du's shoulders, stretched her neck and bit his earlobe, and said vaguely:
"Thank you, that's very kind of you."
Qin Du sighed, held Liu Jingheng's waist and hugged him tightly, resting his chin heavily on his shoulder.
Once upon a time, when facing Liu Jingheng, Qin Du thought, "It would be great if Liu Jingheng was also an elite who is good at dancing with long sleeves." But when facing him again, he thought:
If only I were an ordinary person, even if I didn’t have to be that rich, at least what I gave him would be clean and with a clear conscience.
*
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Liu Jingheng wished Uncle Li a happy new year as soon as she got up. She received a red envelope of 8888 from Uncle Li, a thick stack that she couldn't hold in one hand.
Liu Jingheng, blinded by money, found Qin Du again and clasped his hands together and bowed:
"Happy New Year, Mr. Qin! I wish you a smooth and prosperous new year~"
Qin Du nodded: "I wish you peace and happiness too."
After that, there was no further news.
Liu Jingheng held it in for a long time, then bowed again:
"Happy New Year, Mr. Qin! I wish you happiness every year, year after year..."
It's over, forgotten.
Qin Du: "Well, I wish you success every year too."
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After a long while, he leaned close to Qin Du's face like a curious puppy:
"You won't give me a red envelope?"
"We are peers. It would be rude to give you a red envelope." Qin Du said seriously.
Liu Jingheng: "Wait a minute."
In order to ask for a red envelope, he hung the "Green Tea Guide" around his neck early in the morning.
Flipped through it.
[Q: What should you say if you have needs for the other person?
A: It doesn’t matter. Even if you reject me, I won’t say anything. Pat my little head and don’t worry. I won’t force you.
Liu Jingheng held up his book and looked at it horizontally, vertically, and in various ways, but he didn't understand it.
Last night, I was almost caught by Qin Du for drinking secretly. My heart was in a panic and my hand was shaking, and the drink spilled out, soaking the words on the treasure book and making them blurry.
He followed the few words he could barely make out and read:
"It's okay...brother...touch...your pussy?"
Qin Du coughed, held Liu Jingheng's hand, and lowered his voice:
"You are becoming more and more vulgar."
Liu Jingheng's operation failed, so no matter what.
You don’t give red envelopes to your peers, right? You don’t give them, right?
He stared at Qin Du for a long time, almost making Qin Du feel embarrassed, and then he threw himself into his arms, lingering:
"Uncle... Uncle... Please, just give me a red envelope~ I will definitely not spend it recklessly, I will only use it for meaningful things~ Uncle, uncle~"
Qin Du looked up at the sky, feeling very happy.
But we must not let him succeed so easily.
Qin Du pretended to be serious and pushed Liu Jingheng away:
"Who is your uncle? I am Qin Chuyao's uncle."
Liu Jingheng put her face close to Qin Du's, rubbing against him:
"Please, give it to me... please."
Qin Du covered his chest, he couldn't take it anymore.
He took Liu Jingheng's hand, leaned his face closer, and pointed with his index finger, silently signaling.
Liu Jingheng kissed them both and blinked.
"You're so good." Qin Du took out a red envelope from his back pocket and handed it to him. "You already call me daddy. If I don't give it to you, it will seem like I have a problem with my character."
Liu Jingheng happily took the red envelope. It was very thin. When she turned it out, she saw that it was a black card.
"From now on, just use this card to buy anything you want."
…
That night, Qin Du regretted giving Liu Jingheng the black card.
Because he received a billing message showing that Liu Jingheng spent 100 yuan in the city and bought a bunch of junk food.
Why didn't Liu Jingheng come back yet after going out with Uncle Li to pay New Year's greetings? It seemed like she had sneaked out to the city to spend some money.
*
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Du took Liu Jingheng back to Jinhai.
During this short New Year holiday, Liu Jingheng followed Uncle Li up the mountains and down the sea, like a happy little bird leaving the nest. When leaving, she was reluctant to leave and was about to cry. She asked countless times, "Can we come again next New Year?"
Qin Du didn't really want to come. He was used to a luxurious life and couldn't stand staying in the village for a single day. He was supported by his belief in Liu Jingheng.
But when Liu Jingheng mentioned "next year," this person who said "I don't want to live anymore" when they first met began to think seriously about her future, holding on to hopes and goals. For Qin Du, no gift could be better than Liu Jingheng's simple words.
Spring has arrived, tender green buds have sprouted on the dead branches, citizens have taken off their heavy winter clothes, and even the corners are full of prosperity.
Liu Jingheng is also going to go through the tribulation.
Qin Du spent a large sum of money to invite experts from Cornell University Hospital and donated the most advanced medical equipment to the hospital at his own expense.
Qin Du personally participated in every time Liu Jingheng went to the hospital for a checkup, and even in every surgical meeting held by the doctors.
The doctor said that Liu Jingheng has been well taken care of in the past six months, and her weight and various indicators are up to standard.
When Qin Du asked about the use of blood, the doctor said bluntly:
"Recently, many cases of medical corruption have been exposed. People no longer trust hospitals. Higher-ups are furious and are cracking down on corruption. Regarding blood donation, we can only follow the procedures. If you have a blood donation certificate, your children or spouse will have priority."
After leaving the hospital, Qin Du went to the square and donated 40 tons of blood.
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