After Song Shiting finished washing the dishes, he went in and saw Ruan Qingling standing by the bed, holding scissors in one hand and Yaya's old clothes in the other, gesturing.
The last time Ruan Qingling cut that dog-chewed edge, it was he who fixed it when he was sewing it up.
He couldn't help but ask, "You haven't learned tailoring?"
Ruan Qingling sighed and said, "I learned a little bit about this before. I think it's more convenient and faster to do it this way."
Song Shiting walked over and took out a piece of chalk from his bag.
Ruan Qingling was surprised that he took it so naturally.
As Song Shiting approached, her faint scent filled his nostrils, causing him to stiffen for a moment.
He lowered his head, took the work from Ruan Qingling, and started doing it.
Song Shiting was quick; he took a ruler, drew some designs, and then cut some out pieces, quickly making a small garment.
Ruan Qingling asked in surprise, "How do you know the proportions and size of the clothes?"
They didn't even need to compare it with Ya Ya's old clothes.
Song Shiting said, "There used to be an old tailor in the village, and I learned from him for a while."
Ruan Qingling's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Then can you cut your own clothes?"
Song Shiting nodded; he had made his own clothes before.
Ruan Qingling felt that although Song Shiting was harsh on Wang Guihua, he persevered and gained some skills that others did not have.
She can hold a needle and even cut clothes, making her seem incredibly weak in comparison.
"Although I've learned some things, I can't do it."
Song Shiting then spread out the remaining fabric and said, "I can make it."
Ruan Qingling watched from the side.
Song Shiting cut two shirts for Ya Ya and asked Ruan Qingling, "Do you want to cut a shirt for me?"
There is still some fabric left.
It seems like enough.
He turned to look at Ruan Qingling and found that she had a really good figure!
Ruan Qingling said, "Okay, cut me one, so Ya Ya and I can wear matching outfits."
Hearing her say she wanted matching family outfits, Song Shiting pursed his lips.
He can't wear it himself!
Ruan Qingling bought pink fabric.
Now that Song Shiting has started, he can't just give up halfway through.
He casually cut out Ruan Qingling's clothes.
He was quick and continued sewing on Ya Ya's clothes. However, by the time he had sewed a sleeve for Ya Ya, Ruan Qingling had already fallen asleep!
Song Shiting looked at the mother and daughter who were sleeping soundly on the bed.
Her face was smaller than his palm.
When she was asleep, her alluring aura faded, replaced by a gentle grace. Her unadorned face resembled a lily with dewdrops in the morning, serene and beautiful.
Then I saw her chubby little daughter, with her baby face and long eyelashes. The two of them even slept in the exact same position.
Song Shiting's eyes revealed helplessness.
She doesn't like him, or is she indifferent to worldly desires?
Doesn't he attract her at all?
It was getting late, and Song Shiting held a needle and thread in his hand, his eyes looking sullen.
...
In the afternoon, Zhou Xiangdong returned, bringing news that was even more shocking than the previous news.
He brought over all the remittance data that Zhao Mei had received recently.
"Look, these are the remittance records."
After reading it, Song Shiting remained silent.
He found it strange; if he was just working, it would be impossible for him to send so much money over.
Check the remittance time.
Starting from March of last year, the amounts were relatively small.
Less than one hundred.
Later, there were more and more.
The two months with the most earnings were the last two months, each exceeding three hundred yuan.
That's not right.
What kind of job can earn so much money?
Is there some unspeakable secret involved?
Song Shiting said, "Now, we can only wait for news from Jingcheng."
Zhou Xiangdong said, "Data is the most intuitive and best reflects the problem."
Song Shiting nodded: "I'll treat you to a meal next time."
Zhou Xiangdong: "..."
Why does it feel like they're abandoning me after I've served my purpose?
He asked, "Not today?"
Song Shiting's expression remained calm: "Something came up at home today."
Zhou Xiangdong: "..."
He had a feeling that he had come to the wrong place.
...
After reviewing the remittance records, Ruan Qingling found it even more suspicious.
This time, she really decided to go to the city.
Song Shiting meant to postpone the trip.
“Zhao Mei has a big problem, but your sister has an even bigger problem.”
Ruan Qingling said, "Well, what job can make so much money all of a sudden these days? Besides, Ruan Meiying is not a hard worker. She is selfish and would never be so generous as to work several jobs and then transfer all the money over."
"She's a stingy and difficult person to get along with; she wouldn't be so generous."
So, is this money directly related to what happened to her recently?
Another point is, what kind of work can earn so much money in such a short time? Even becoming a prostitute wouldn't bring in money this quickly.
Thinking of Zhou Xiangdong, Ruan Qingling asked, "Why didn't you invite Dongzi over for dinner?"
Song Shiting's response: "He has something to do."
Ruan Qingling: "..."
Oh well.
Song Shiting said, "He'll come over for lunch tomorrow."
Ruan Qingling nodded and said, "I'll buy some good food to treat him tomorrow."
Song Shiting nodded.
...
Zhou Xiangdong couldn't help Song Shiting forever, so his first stop after taking leave was here.
I haven't gone home yet.
I heard that Song Shiting invited me to dinner.
Zhou Xiangdong was very courteous this time.
I bought some things for Yaya when I came.
Ruan Qingling said, "You just bought so many things for Yaya, why are you buying her things again?"
Zhou Xiangdong laughed. He had been rejected by Song Shiting last night and had gone out for a walk.
I discovered that there are actually quite a few things I can buy for my child.
Today he bought a windmill.
This time, Ya Ya liked it because of the colorful windmill.
She actually let Zhou Xiangdong hug her.
After having a meal, Zhou Xiangdong was going home.
Before leaving, he called Song Shiting to the door and said, "Your family seems to be fine now, but the problem lies with the people behind you who are targeting you. Although I don't know what they are involved in, I still want to remind you not to put all your emotions into your family."
"You've forgotten that you used to put all your feelings into your family, always wanting your parents to accept you, but in the end, you're the one who suffers. I think you should think this through carefully."
Song Shiting looked at Zhou Xiangdong with a deep gaze.
Zhou Xiangdong said, "I'm saying this to give you advice; whether you listen to it or not is up to you."
Song Shiting nodded.
The two had faced life and death together before, so they could understand each other's thoughts with just a word.
"Although my initial purpose in coming here was to persuade you to get a divorce, and it seems to be working out now, I still advise you to think twice before you act."
Song Shiting looked at him with a deep gaze and said, "If you're lacking a woman, hurry up and find someone to marry."
Zhou Xiangdong's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes full of disapproval: "What a joke, I'm only twenty-nine this year."
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