Wang Shouren opened his eyes, slightly agitated.
Then you see Qin Jingru, whose hair is already white, rubbing her wrinkles.
"Hey, tell me, just a few years ago you were like a young man, how come you've gotten so wrinkled in just a few years?"
She is no longer young.
When do we start to get old?
He couldn't remember either.
Perhaps it started the year Xu Weiwei passed away?
His women died one after another within a short period of ten years.
First it was Xu Weiwei, then Qin Huairu, and then Lou Xiao'e.
Sometimes, having too many women isn't necessarily a good thing.
Especially as people get older.
The feeling was like having someone's heart ripped out of their chest, stomped on it, and then stomped back in.
Time and time again.
Each time, it was an excruciating pain.
Qin Jingru changed after Xu Weiwei passed away.
That little girl-like girl is gone.
I've matured a bit, and I've stopped doing things like taking care of older people.
She's become more mature and more like her sister.
She didn't know if it was because she was starting to look more and more like her sister, but Qin Huairu went along too. It was as if she had taken her sister's place.
"Go away, stop worrying about this and that all the time. Look at Xu Weiwei, always worrying about this and that, constantly thinking about how to develop the company. But in the end, it's still the same. She's exhausted herself. If it weren't for my medicine, she would have been gone long ago." Wang Shouren impatiently brushed away Qin Jingru's already wrinkled hands.
We're not young anymore, no, to be precise, we're nearing the end of our lives.
Xu Weiwei actually had some health problems when she entered the 21st century.
Those years ultimately damaged the foundation, and later, I was burdened by excessive worry.
They're not convinced by this or that.
In the end, he pushed himself to the point of complete exhaustion.
It means that Wang Shouren was highly skilled, but even so, it still cost a lot of money to keep her and give her a few more years to pursue what she wanted to pursue.
Qin Jingru smiled and said, "You're so kind-hearted. You spent a lot of money in the following year."
"Hmph, that's a matter of money! I don't even want to talk about that heartless Xu Yuanzheng." Wang Shouren snorted coldly.
No matter how expensive medicinal herbs are, they still have a price.
For example, wild ginseng that's ten or several decades old can be found with a little money and effort. The key is that some medicinal herbs that are over a hundred years old can't be obtained with money alone. You also need to use a lot of personal connections to get them.
Xu Yuanzheng, oh no, he should be called Dean Xu now, is still struggling to pay off his debts and favors.
"He's done a great job. He's already this age, and he's still taking on apprentices."
"That's his mother's debt, and he still has the nerve to complain!" Wang Shouren slammed his fist on the table in anger.
"Dad, what kind of trouble are you causing now!" A slightly aged voice came from outside the door.
It's Wang Xirou.
Even Wang Xirou has reached the age of having white hair.
"Speaking of your good-for-nothing brother. Humph."
"Alright, alright, don't complain about your younger brother. After all, he's a post-80s generation." Wang Xirou coaxed him like a child.
This old man, when he was young, was a very calm and unhurried person. I heard that from the age of eighteen, he was the type to drink goji berries in his thermos. But in his old age, his temper became incredibly volatile. He's always finding fault with this and that, which gives them quite a headache.
In her youth, there was a period when Wang Xirou still harbored some resentment towards Wang Shouren.
This was also a sin committed by Wang Shouren.
This guy shamelessly married four wives, and then when it came to their generation, he told them that they had to be faithful to one person for life. What a hypocrite!
Wang Xirou during her rebellious phase...
Okay, she didn't have a rebellious phase. Wang Shouren's methods are like an old sow wearing a bra, one after another.
She simply couldn't rebel.
But it was somewhat uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the mothers were all quite nice. This finally put an end to their resentment.
Only now does she realize that sometimes having many wives isn't necessarily a good thing.
When Xu Weiwei left, Wang Shouren shed a few tears.
He sighed as Qin Huairu left.
By the time it came to Lou Xiao'e, no emotion could be discerned.
He became extremely irritable.
As his daughter, she could feel these things, that sorrowful and helpless feeling, which he forcefully suppressed deep within his heart. She remembered clearly how her father, a martial arts practitioner for many years, held onto the corner of the coffin to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
Each departure was a huge blow to him.
"What's wrong with you today? Aren't you going out on dates with your girlfriends?" Wang Shouren glanced at Wang Xirou.
They are mother and daughter after all.
Qin Jingru used to love to travel around and even organized some kind of "high-society gathering," where she would eat, drink, and have fun everywhere. Now, Wang Xirou's generation, after retiring, also travels around.
Later, Qin Jingru did return to Beijing to attend gatherings with her still-living girlfriends. However, she only went once and then stopped. When asked, she said it had lost its charm.
This was expected.
To put it bluntly, these small circles are the most easily influenced by the global landscape.
If society is relatively open and diverse, then when people get together, they will discuss their hobbies and interests.
But if the main theme becomes solely about self-interest, then the very nature of the circle will change. This is called shared interests.
Therefore, Qin Jingru no longer liked to go.
Wang Xirou, on the other hand, wandered around here and there.
She inherited her mother's talent for shopping and socializing.
Therefore, I rarely see her at home.
"Dad, you're getting old! Have you forgotten what day it is today?"
What day is it?
"The day for tomb sweeping!"
"Oh..." Wang Shouren sighed, muttering under his breath, "Well, I used to think I only had one dad, but now there are three more people. All this fuss and commotion, in the end I'm the one who suffers!"
Only he could curse like that.
Qin Jingru looked at him kindly from the side.
It's hard to imagine that the word "kind" could be associated with Qin Jingru.
"What are you standing there grinning like an idiot for! Get your things ready!" Wang Shouren glared at the dazed Qin Jingru.
The composure crumbled in an instant...
"Oh, oh, oh..." Qin Jingru seemed to wake from a dream and started picking up this and that.
"Dad, I'm ready..."
"Why didn't you say so earlier? What, are your mouth and eyes for breathing?"
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