"It's your aunt who harbors resentment and didn't reincarnate properly. Now it's either you or your wife who are affected. It doesn't really bother you; she's quite good to you and occasionally gives you some extra money, but..." Aunt Wang turned to her maternal grandmother.
"What is it? Tell me! Third brother, give me money! What are you looking at! Give me incense money!" Grandma said anxiously.
Third Uncle hurriedly took out 100 yuan and presented it with both hands, which Aunt Wang unceremoniously put into her pocket.
"Does this area usually hurt? Take a deep breath in and out... does it feel like a dull ache?"
"Yes, yes!" Grandma could only nod in agreement.
"I can't sleep well at night. I always feel like something's on my mind, but I can't figure it out."
"Yes, yes."
"That's because of her! You're too close to your son; you can feel her aura."
"What should we do then?" Grandma glanced at the beautifully renovated apartment building. Did they really have to go back to living in the bungalow? They did have four sons, and it didn't matter which one they lived with, but the third son's wife was the easiest to bully, wasn't she?
"It's up to you. If you're not afraid, stay with them. If you are, move somewhere else." Aunt Wang was quite easy to talk to.
"Mom, I also renovated an apartment in the building next door; I'm saving it for my son when he gets married..."
"He's only in high school, why is he getting married? I'll stay here first!" Grandma was overjoyed.
"The renovations are all done over there, Mom. When are you moving in?" My third aunt almost burst into tears when she heard this.
"You don't need to move anything. Just visit my place less often in the future." Grandma finished speaking, turned to look at her third uncle, and added resolutely, "You should visit less often too!"
In this way, Qin Xiaoyu effortlessly carried her grandmother from this building to the building next door.
On her way home, she couldn't help but complain about Aunt Wang.
"Godmother, you're terrifying! Why did you have to cause such a commotion? What if you created a sister? What if she didn't exist?"
"How could I say if I wasn't sure?" Aunt Wang glared at Qin Xiaoyu.
"You even went to investigate yourself? Impressive, Mom."
"Investigate my ass, you can figure it out with your fingers." Aunt Wang had always been disappointed in Qin Xiaoyu's intelligence. She counted on her fingers for Qin Xiaoyu to see, "Look, your maternal grandmother's mother was 27 years older than her. In those days, who would have a child at 27? She must have died young. In those days, there was always war and poverty. Which family didn't abandon a few children? If there isn't a single girl in there, I'll just have to admit it and put it in the miscarriage category."
"Godmother, I think I can tell fortunes too." Qin Xiaoyu understood perfectly after being enlightened.
"You? Just you wait!" Aunt Wang gave her a disdainful look.
"Godmother, can you tell me how my career is going?"
"I can't predict your future, but you'll make a fortune. Whether you steal or rob is up to you."
While Qin Xiaoyu was away for a few days, Wang Lei's studio experienced rapid growth. It wasn't just taking wedding photos anymore; other factories were also starting to come and shoot posters and billboards.
During Wang Lei's absence, Commander Wang had become highly skilled in his work and was more diligent at work than he had been at the cultural troupe. Even so, manpower was becoming increasingly scarce, and they were already recruiting new people.
Tang Fengqin is of medium height, but has beautiful features and a good figure, making her very suitable to be a print model. However, one person alone is far from enough, especially since she not only has to be a model but also a receptionist.
"Sister-in-law, come help us too. Want to be a kindergarten teacher? It's easy. Next year we'll have a bunch of kids, so you can play with them as you please," Tang Fengqin kept nagging Xiaoli.
"There will be a bunch of kids next year, and yours will be one of them, right?" Commander Wang teased her on purpose.
"Mom!" Tang Fengqin stomped her foot in anger, then clung to Commander Wang's arms, acting coquettishly.
"I've always wanted a daughter, and now I have one, haha." Commander Wang hugged Tang Fengqin, unable to get enough of looking at her.
"I don't know how to do anything, so I wouldn't be of any help even if I came," Xiaoli said, her words revealing that she had already given up hope.
"You're in charge of the reception; with your silver tongue, no one can out-argue you."
As they were arguing, the door opened and a couple walked in; judging by their attire, they were a bride and groom-to-be preparing for their wedding.
"Welcome, what would you like to see?" Tang Fengqin immediately went to greet her.
"Look, isn't that girl in the wedding photos over there? The photos are so realistic, she looks so beautiful." The bride-to-be recognized Xiaoli at a glance as the girl in the wedding photo advertisement outside, and started whispering to the groom-to-be.
"We want to take wedding photos, just like the ones at the entrance."
Tang Fengqin glanced at the two men's appearances and felt a little unsure. The bride-to-be was plump and tall, while the groom was thin and frail. To capture the beauty of their portraits, a skilled photographer would be needed.
Modern cameras don't have automatic photo editing functions, so photographers have to edit the photos themselves, which is purely a craft.
Some people have a good foundation and can edit photos beautifully. Others have such poor foundation that they over-edit, making the photos unrecognizable even to their own mothers. If they edit too little, even their own mothers wouldn't dare to look at them. It's a dilemma.
"What's wrong? Aren't you the receptionist? Why aren't you saying anything?" The bride-to-be was a little displeased to see Tang Fengqin's troubled expression and her stammering.
"Here, there are photo albums. Come on, take a look." Commander Wang brought out the heavy photo albums to help Tang Fengqin out of her predicament.
"This one is beautiful!" the bride-to-be said, pointing to Xiaoli's headshot.
Commander Wang and Tang Fengqin exchanged a glance, somewhat at a loss. Xiao Li, whose nickname is "Chairwoman," has such a small, delicate face that only she could capture such a beautiful image. If someone else had a large face that filled the entire picture, would it look good?
"What kind of attitude is this? Staring at each other like that. Didn't you say you were going to introduce and recommend someone?" This bride-to-be has quite a temper.
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