Fu Hong helped Fu Lan comb her messy hair again and gently hugged her: "I'm sorry, Xiao Lan, because of me, you've suffered."
Fu Lan sniffed and looked at Fu Hong pleadingly, "Sister, are you still going to marry into the Dong family? I don't think they're a good family. You'll definitely suffer if you marry into that family. Why don't you just not marry into it?"
Fu Hong pondered for a moment, looked at Fu Lan, smiled gently, and said, "I will think about it carefully."
Fu Lan knew that Fu Hong was still hesitating, and pouted unhappily.
Fu Hong smiled and pinched her lips: "You're almost big enough to hang an oil bottle on. Don't worry, your sister knows what she's doing and won't let herself be wronged."
As she spoke, afraid that Fu Lan would continue to dwell on the matter, she quickly changed the subject, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the thing Fu Lan was protectively holding in her arms, and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to give me a gift? What is it?"
Fu Lan finally smiled and handed over the jewelry box in her hand: "I designed it myself, and asked Sister Xing to help me find someone to make it."
"Design?" Fu Hong didn't understand what she meant.
“It’s a design I drew myself,” Fu Lan explained.
"Really?" Fu Hong asked with delight. "Let me see."
As she spoke, she removed the last layer of cloth that was wrapped around the jewelry box.
Upon opening the box and seeing the dazzling and exquisite necklace inside, Fu Hong's pupils contracted, and a flash of amazement quickly crossed her eyes, but her face showed no joy whatsoever.
Upon seeing this, Fu Lan's heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong, sister? Don't you like it?"
Fu Hong shook her head, quickly closed the box, then rewrapped it with cloth, and then used the cloth bags to wrap it layer by layer. After wrapping it, she was still not satisfied, so she looked left and right, picked up the wrapping cloth that had been thrown aside, stuffed it back in, and repackaged it. Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief, looked at Fu Lan, and said, "No, it's very beautiful. I like it very much. Did you really draw the design yourself?"
Fu Lan nodded, looking at Fu Hong with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Since you like it so much, why do you look so unhappy?"
Fu Hong smiled bitterly, looked at Fu Lan solemnly, and said, "This is too expensive, Xiao Lan. It must cost a lot of money, right? Where did you get so much money?"
Fu Lan hesitated for a moment, then said, "You know, I'm making clothes for Sister Xing to sell..."
"How long have you been doing this? How much money could you possibly make?" Fu Hong asked skeptically. "I think the value of this necklace is such that even if you and I sold ourselves, we might not be able to afford it."
“I can afford it. I’ve made a lot of money now.” Fu Lan looked at Fu Hong seriously, and fearing that she wouldn’t believe her, she also told Fu Hong that she had already earned a box of gold bars.
Startled, Fu Hong quickly covered her mouth, glanced around warily, and lowered her voice, saying, "Be careful someone hears us." Then she continued, "Really?"
Fu Lan nodded vigorously: "Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you? If you don't believe me, come to Xiaogaozhuang sometime and I'll show it to you."
Fu Hong looked at Fu Lan with a complicated expression: "I believe you, but are you stupid? Telling me something so important, aren't you afraid I'll steal your gold bars?"
Fu Lan chuckled and took Fu Hong's arm: "You're my sister, I know you too well. You wouldn't do that. If you really need it, just tell me and I'll give it to you. There's no need to fight over it."
Fu Hong tapped Fu Lan's forehead: "Silly girl."
"Tell me the truth, how exactly did you make that money?" Fu Hong continued to ask.
“I design clothes for textile factories, and I get paid for every piece I sell,” Fu Lan said quietly.
"A textile factory? I've never heard of it!" Fu Hong asked in surprise. She and Dong Cheng both worked at a textile factory.
“Uh…” Fu Lan hesitated for a moment, “It’s not the textile factory around here.”
"I see." Fu Hong didn't doubt it and exclaimed, "My sister is really amazing." After saying that, she added jokingly, "How about designing one for our textile factory sometime, so that I, as the older sister, can also benefit from my sister's success?"
Fu Hong said it casually, but Fu Lan took it to heart and nodded seriously in agreement: "Okay."
Fu Hong assumed she was joking and didn't think much of it. She stuffed the bundle in her hand into Fu Lan's hands, saying, "You should take this back with you first."
Fu Lan's face fell: "What? Sister, you don't want it?"
Fu Hong glared at her: "Of course I want it! Why wouldn't I want it? You designed it yourself and gave it to me. It's so valuable, why wouldn't I want it?"
She nodded slightly towards the door and said, "In this situation, it's too dangerous for me to leave these things here. If someone accidentally sees them, it will cause a lot of trouble. You take them back and keep them for me."
"I see." Fu Lan smiled and nodded in agreement. "Okay."
Suddenly, Dong's mother's loud voice came from outside: "My son Acang has been kicked and injured. This matter absolutely cannot be left like this."
The two sisters' expressions changed simultaneously.
Fu Hong took the bundle, locked it in the closet, and then went out with Fu Lan.
Mrs. Dong was sitting on the ground throwing a tantrum: "Give me a hundred yuan for medical expenses first, or this matter is not over."
Grandma Fu's face turned somewhat unpleasant: "Don't say that your Dong Cang tried to take Xiao Lan's things first. Isn't he alright now? Why would he want money?"
The pain had subsided, and Dong Cang was indeed much better now. The most important thing for him now was that he was hungry and couldn't wait to sit down at the table, waiting for his meal.
“You haven’t even been to the hospital for a checkup yet, how do you know it’s nothing serious? Besides, your family doesn’t even have a son. In the end, all the things in your house will end up in my grandson’s possessions anyway. What’s wrong with taking a few of your things a couple of years ago?” Mrs. Dong said matter-of-factly.
The Fu family members all changed their expressions.
They haven't even gotten married yet, and they're already trying to ruin their family line?
Grandma Qin and the former headmaster, along with little Qin Shi, came over for dinner as invited. As soon as they entered, they heard what Aunt Dong said, and their expressions changed.
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