5. Steamed Pork with Rice Flour
◎ Hospitalization due to allergy◎
The night should have been quiet, but the Liang family's main residence was in chaos.
"Liang Jiangsheng! Do you have to be so ruthless?" Ms. He's eyes were red. "You forced Youwei to run away from home, and now she's allergic to allergies! She has a fever and is feeling uncomfortable, but you feel better, don't you?"
"He Jingshu, can you be reasonable?"
Liang's father was very worried about his wife. He said coldly, "She's not my biological daughter, let alone yours. Why should I raise her? And she ran away from home. Is this her home? As for allergies, she deserves it. You don't even know what your physical condition is. Who can you blame for getting dirty?"
Cry, cry, cry, all she does is cry all day long. After crying, she still has to ask him for this and that. What an enemy.
Ms. He was trembling with anger: "We raised her for twenty-one years! Liang Jiangsheng, for twenty-one years, do you have any heart? Don't you know how to feel sorry for Youwei? You want to kick her out of the house today, and will you divorce me tomorrow?"
Ms. He was stunned for three hours after learning the truth. But just when she decided to continue supporting Liang Youwei, the eldest and second sons called her and said they couldn't find Liang Youwei and asked if she had come to them.
The phone call was unresolved and the messages were not replied. Ms. He cried until her eyes hurt, but her husband acted indifferent.
"What's the point of divorce? Don't talk nonsense. We should be able to find our daughter in three days at the latest."
In the silence, Liang's father changed the subject and spoke again: "It's better to get things back on track as soon as possible."
After hearing her husband's words, Ms. He's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of her biological daughter, whom she had never met and whose life she didn't know, her voice softened.
"...The Liang family isn't short of money, so it's no problem to have another Youwei." Ms. He pursed her lips. "Why do you insist on having her move out? Youwei is just a little spoiled, but she's not a bad person. She'll definitely treat our daughter well. The two sisters will definitely get along well."
After all, she had raised her for such a long time, and Ms. He had deep feelings for Liang Youwei and could not accept her leaving at all.
"She deserves a good share of the inheritance, alright?" Liang's father took a step back, but still refused to budge on the housing issue. "It's not like she doesn't have a house. It doesn't matter where she lives."
Living in the master's house will only pollute your own eyes.
Ms. He bit her lip and calmed down when she heard the inheritance distribution. She chose her words carefully and spoke softly: "So, Youwei's treatment will remain unchanged, right?"
The woman stared at him with eyes red from crying, looking pitiful.
"I won't take back the house I gave her, but the credit card has been suspended." Liang's father stared at her for a while, then looked away and pressed the sun xue. "Her previous savings were enough for her to live on for a lifetime. If she wants more, let her find a way to get it herself. I won't touch your card, but don't even think about giving her any money, otherwise it will be suspended."
Liang Jiangsheng had something else in his mind that he wanted to say out loud.
He would end his father-daughter relationship with Liang Youwei. Liang Youwei couldn't stay in the Liang family forever and be an eyesore.
Ms. He suppressed her sobs and uttered a "oh". After a moment, she added, "I have something else to ask."
Liang's father frowned and handed her a tissue: "It has nothing to do with Liang Youwei, just say it."
"The mistress's child..." she asked tentatively. Before she could finish, Liang's father replied, "Abort it."
With a sigh of relief, Ms. He wiped away her tears, moved closer to Liang Jiangsheng, took his arm, and changed her expression quickly: "Husband, you know, I usually don't act so silly, this time you just went too far..."
Liang's father didn't say anything, just let her act coquettishly.
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The next morning, at a private hospital.
As soon as she smelled the slightly spicy perfume, Liang Youwei knew who the visitor was. The pointed feathers he brought brushed against her nose and scratched her chin, like teasing a cat.
Feeling embarrassed, Liang Youwei didn't want to pretend to be asleep anymore. She pulled the quilt over her palm-sized face and said, "Brother Shao Yue, I'm sleepy..."
The perfume's base note is a light woody scent, covering it gently, but the voice is not gentle at all: "Why are you pretending? Wake up when you wake up, don't lie down all the time."
As soon as the quilt was lifted, Liang Youwei met a pair of peach blossom eyes, which were both passionate and frivolous.
The man was wearing a casual suit, but it didn't hide his broad shoulders and narrow waist at all. The first two buttons were undone, revealing his beautiful collarbone. Seeing that the girl had finally unbuttoned herself, he straightened up, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at her with a half-smile:
"What happened? He even had an allergy and was admitted to the hospital."
Liang Youwei didn't say she ran away from home. She turned her head and pursed her lips: "Nothing happened."
She cried too much yesterday, and her eyelids and cheeks were still swollen and red, like ripe peaches.
Shao Yue only glanced at her for a moment before looking away. He leaned back and said calmly, "If you were fine, why did you run away from home last night? And you have a new sister."
Liang Youwei was unhappy when she heard this, but she never wanted to lose her temper with Shao Yue, so she just turned away with a pout: "I didn't run away from home..."
"Breakfast is getting cold." Before she finished speaking, the door of the ward was opened and another cold voice was heard.
Shao Yue glanced at him casually and found that it was an old acquaintance.
Today is a working day and Qin Zhen has to go to work.
He was dressed in a formal suit, his buttons meticulously buttoned from top to bottom, and his black and white mechanical watch securely strapped to his left wrist. Yet, in his hand, he was carrying a tattered ox-horn bag, which was completely inconsistent with his overall demeanor.
——Liang Youwei loves to eat at a roadside stall near the Qin family. She says the steamed buns and soy milk there are the most delicious food in the world and she would feel uncomfortable if she didn’t eat them.
Qin Zhen had a good memory. Every time he came to see Liang Youwei, he would bring her her favorite food. If it was morning, it was usually the food there. But today, he had to work, and fearing the smell would be too strong, he only brought steamed buns and soy milk.
"Just make do with it today. I'll take you to drink soy milk on the weekend."
Qin Zhen placed breakfast on the small table, inserted the straw, and untied the chopsticks with skill and care. After finishing these, he naturally walked into the bathroom, ran hot water, and squeezed the toothpaste, all in one go.
Hearing this, Liang Youwei was finally satisfied. She glared at Shao Yue quietly, then got out of bed with a pout and put on her shoes.
Brother Shao Yue seemed to have arranged the direction of his shoes in advance, making it very convenient to wear.
"You caught a cold last night, and you have a fever and allergies. There are some things you can't eat." Qin Zhen's face was expressionless as he placed the papers in his briefcase on the small sofa beside him. "I asked the doctor to make a list. Just be careful when ordering takeout."
"Yeah," Liang Youwei drank the soy milk attentively and said thank you casually, "Thank you, Brother Qin Zhen."
The morning light filtered through the window, illuminating the fine hairs on the girl's face. Her skin was pale and pink, like the steamed pork with rice flour described by Eileen Chang in her novels.
Qin Zhen looked at her quietly. Shao Yue, who had been lowering his head to reply to messages, suddenly said, "Boss Qin, aren't you in a hurry to get to work?"
It seemed like a casual question, in a nonchalant tone.
Qin Zhen glanced at him and said, "No rush. Why, aren't you in a hurry to date?" He retorted, "It's you who's been having a hot affair with Miss Hong Kong Island lately, isn't it?"
Liang Youwei, who lowered her head to eat, did not notice the undercurrent between the men, but when she heard Qin Zhen mention "Miss Hong Kong Island", her originally good mood suddenly dropped and her eyelashes trembled.
It seems that I am not so happy anymore.
Shao Yue and Qin Zhen looked at each other, and finally just sneered: "Mr. Qin, do you want one? It's not impossible to introduce one to you."
"No, thank you, Mr. Shao, for your kindness." Qin Zhen retracted his gaze, ending this silent battle, "I don't need it."
Seeing Liang Youwei finish her breakfast peacefully, Qin Zhen stood up and left: "I'll come see you after get off work."
"Brother Qin Zhen, please look down on me and think more about yourself. You're already 23 or 24 years old, and you've never even held a girl's hand."
Liang Youwei suppressed the inexplicable discomfort and said without hesitation, "The last time I went to your house, Aunt Jiang asked me about your sexual orientation. She already had doubts about your sexual orientation since you weren't in a relationship."
Qin Zhen remained calm: "What did you say?"
"What can I say?" Liang Youwei's eyes widened. "That must be to make amends for you. I said that you just want to work and build a career right now, and you're not considering dating and starting a family for the time being." She wrinkled her nose and couldn't help but complain, "Aunt Jiang is your mother, and she didn't even know you were frigid, and you still had to ask me..."
Qin Zhen listened to her complaints calmly and agreed with everything: "You're right. I'll be leaving first."
"Oh, bye, I wish you make a lot of money." Liang Youwei felt bored and said goodbye to him.
Not long after Qin Zhen left, Liang Youwei played with her phone for a while and glanced at Shao Yue again - he was still typing a reply.
When I send a message to myself, I just speak casually. When I send a message to others, I just type carefully.
Thinking of this, she unconsciously glanced at the man several times. Until, the man turned off the screen of his phone, clasped the screen with his slender knuckles, and looked at her with a smile: "Youwei, what do you want to say?"
"...Brother Shao Yue, I want to drink tofu pudding." Liang Youwei was caught being lazy and quickly avoided his gaze, lowered her head and whispered.
"Didn't you just finish breakfast?" Shao Yue didn't agree immediately, but just asked lightly.
Liang Youwei hadn't originally thought about eating tofu pudding; the idea of food was just an excuse. But when she mentioned those three words, she could smell the aroma, and her heart was filled with greed. She said weakly, "But I suddenly want to eat it. What should I do?"
Shao Yue was amused, lowering his head and laughing quietly: "What can I do? I'll buy it for you. In addition to the salty tofu pudding, do you want crispy sour bamboo shoots? I remember you like to eat this."
"Yes!" Hearing the last sentence, the stars in Liang Youwei's eyes lit up again: "I want to eat crispy and sour bamboo shoots."
Shao Yue stood up from his chair: "Wait."
Liang Youwei jumped for joy and nodded continuously. Every time he saw her like this, Shao Yue found it very cute. He casually touched her head, as if he was teasing a kitten.
After she lost sight of the man's back, Liang Youwei reopened her phone and suddenly thought of something important. She pursed her lips and entered the bank app page.
My mother told me that Old Man Liang had already cut off my original credit card and wouldn't let her help me. In other words, I can only live on my previous savings.
Liang Youwei didn't dare ask her siblings for money these days. After all, she wasn't a real daughter. As a fake, it was already a blessing to be able to enjoy their love, so how could she have the nerve to ask them for money?
After counting the eight-digit balance back and forth, Liang Youwei felt a little relieved, but soon, she became worried again. She was used to spending money like water and had no idea how to use it. How long would this amount of money last her?
Liang Youwei didn't even know where to start counting.
She buried her whole face and was distressed again.
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