When they first heard the news, not only Qian Qing, but also Qian Yu thought it was a prank.

Huang Sanping was only a few years older than Qian Yu, in his thirties but not yet forty. How could such a good person suddenly pass away?

The messenger was Liu Ertao, who felt a little uncomfortable when she mentioned this matter. No matter how foolish Huang Sanping was, he shouldn't have ended up like this!

"After the old house was gone, the second son went back and gave money, saying that we should repair the house where mom lived first, so that we would have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Besides, we have some money from making vermicelli over the past two years, which we have deposited in the cooperative. We can use the money to repair the house and live a good life."

Liu Ertao sighed. She had already prepared to subsidize the old house. After all, they lived in a house in the town with a family of four. There was still a large sum of money in their savings account. They also had an income from working for Qian Yu every month. The old house had even been demolished. Even though they had separated, they could not just stand by and watch.

But people are greedy. When the Huang family saw their situation, their first reaction was to blame others. Old Mrs. Huang scolded the fourth son and his wife for being worthless, and also scolded Qian Yu for not helping them. After scolding them all the time, they finally gave in and asked the third son to find Qian Yu, hoping that Qian Yu would help them out for Qian Qian's sake.

Old Mrs. Huang's logic is very self-consistent. Since Qian Yu is still using the second brother's family, it means that he still has feelings for San Ping in his heart. That is to say, as a woman, she can't save face, so she will come back if she is given a step.

Liu Ertao couldn't say these words, and couldn't even repeat them.

Not to mention Qian Yu who felt that this family was sick, even Liu Ertao wanted to dissect her mother-in-law's brain to see if it was filled with cotton.

Qian Yu is rich and looks good. Now all the members of the Qian family have opened factories and are big bosses with a net worth of 10,000 yuan. And the top student from the provincial university who used to follow Qian Yu around, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that he is interested in Qian Yu. Although he has gone back home in recent years, he still sends some things to the vermicelli factory every Chinese New Year.

She lacks everything except men!

How could Huang Sanping be so outstanding that he could give this family such an illusion!

Before the family could figure out how to get close to Qian Yu, the news about Qian Yu came out. The provincial newspaper, perhaps to make a comparison with the vermicelli incident some time ago, praised Qian Yu throughout the article. Not only did they praise her for her determination to get out of her failed marriage, but they also praised her for sticking to her principles and not following the crowd and using substandard raw materials to produce vermicelli.

As soon as this report came out, the good news was immediately passed on to the Huang family, completely waking them up from their beautiful dreams.

The whole family lost all face, and the people in the village looked down on them even more. Some even wanted to exterminate them directly.

Old Mrs. Huang was so angry that she fell backwards and screamed on the bed. Seeing that Huang Laoda's family could not gain any advantage, they just continued to live a life of idleness and wait for death.

Huang Sanping said nothing and just built the house silently.

Liu Ertao still sighed when he mentioned it: "When he was building a house, a rock hit him on the head and he died."

After listening to what Liu Ertao said, Qian Yu was silent for a long time.

Liu Ertao was afraid that she would feel bad, so she tried to persuade her: "This has nothing to do with you. The divorce was finalized several years ago, and the Huang family was even trying to find another wife for the third child... No one wants this to happen."

However, the Huang family's reputation was rotten. When people in the village talked about Huang Lao San, they said that Huang Lao Tai and Huang Lao Da forced him to death. Because of this, the family simply kicked them out and even moved the ancestral tomb.

Liu Ertao didn't care whether it was the ancestral tomb or not, but Huang Sanping was going to be buried soon, and he was Qianqian's father after all...

Qian Yu did not make things difficult for them. Although Huang Sanping had caused them and their daughter to suffer a lot over the years, he still loved his daughter Qianqian. It was only right for him to see her off as she was about to be buried.

Qian Yu did not go to Huang Sanping's funeral. After so many years, the love between husband and wife had long been worn out. Qian Yu also knew that if she went, the situation would turn into the Huang family blaming her.

It’s kind of boring when you think about it.

Zhou Hao accompanied Qianqian to Huang Sanping's funeral. At the funeral, the Huang family was uncharacteristically nice to Qianqian.

Qian Qing was not surprised when she found out.

When Huang Sanping was alive, he was Qianqian's father, and Qianqian had to be filial to him no matter what. Now that Huang Sanping was gone, the Huang family lost their capital to justify themselves in front of Qianqian.

But Huang Sanping is really a pity.

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By June, Jiaojiao and Yangyang were already one year old, and their steps were much more stable. They spent the whole day having fun in the small courtyard of Nanyuan. Zhou Hao received the admission letter for the master's program without any surprises, and classes would begin in September.

Qian Qing finally waited for all the members of her design department to arrive.

This group of employees was divided into two parts: one was graduates from domestic art academies, and the other was people recruited by Lu Jiayi from the south.

As soon as the two parties arrived, Qian Qing sensed a strong smell of gunpowder.

This is normal. A proud university graduate facing technical talent poached from a large garment factory in the south would have his own pride.

But this time, Qian Qing plans to sit back and watch.

There were four graduates from the Academy of Fine Arts, all from the same class, two boys and two girls. The boys had long hair, while the girls were dressed conservatively. The leader was a boy with the longest hair, which was shoulder-length. From behind, he looked like a girl. He was a skinny boy named Dao Ming, and everyone called him Lao Dao.

The other party recruited three people, two men and one woman, who did not know each other before and were all older. Facing the four college graduates in their early twenties, their prejudices were almost written on their faces.

After Qian Qing introduced them to each other, she stopped caring about it. It was already early June, and the first batch of new summer clothes had been put into production. The second batch of styles was handed over to these people.

In the furnished design room, there are hundreds of fabrics of various colors and textures, and everyone has his or her own area.

Qian Qing rested her hands on the table, smiling, "We have a tight time frame for this design, so I won't set any assignments. On the table are the styles of every season from the start of production to the present. Please take a look. Remember to maintain the continuity of style. One person should make five pieces and deliver them within a week."

After saying that, Qian Qing walked away, as if he didn't care what they did, leaving the seven people looking at each other in bewilderment.