It seems to have been when she was with Sikong Xingchen.
At that time, they were still together and their relationship was going well.
pity……
Walking home alone, Song Qingqing suddenly missed Sikong Xingchen terribly, but this time, it seemed that he hadn't fallen in love with her at first sight.
Unconsciously, she arrived at the entrance of Shenlong Building, looked up and gazed at the still-lit window for a while, and then turned and left.
But what she didn't know was that as she looked up at the sky, Sikong Xingchen was also standing by the window, gazing back at her.
His exquisitely handsome face furrowed slightly as he watched her, a young woman, walk into the night. He then coldly instructed, "Old Wang, watch her get home."
Upon hearing this, Old Wang, who was standing not far away, paused, somewhat puzzled as to what had gotten into his boss.
Why would they send their bodyguard to protect a strange woman home and even watch her get there? What does that mean?
He had been working for the boss for five years, and this was the first time he had received such a special order.
However, as a bodyguard, his mission is to obey orders, no matter how absurd the boss's orders may be, they must complete them.
"yes"
Meanwhile, in the phone booth in Nancheng, Song Qingyi's face was extremely pale after she put down the phone.
However, when she arrived at the temporary residence of Song Meihua and her two children, her expression turned even more unpleasant.
While she was still standing at the door, she heard Song Meihua say, "Milk can be poured out while you're eating, and clothes can be thrown away after one wear. Your cousin Qingyi has plenty of money, so don't try to save her any."
Hearing this, anyone would be so angry they'd faint.
Besides, Song Qingyi is extremely selfish; she never wanted to spend a single penny on others.
This time, it was because her aunt threatened her with what happened last time that she had no choice but to rent a house for her in the city to recuperate.
As a result, once people arrived, they didn't want to leave.
They were even scheming to steal her money behind her back; it really infuriated her.
No, she couldn't let her stay here. After a moment's thought, she came up with an idea. She pushed the door open with all her might, and it slammed shut with a loud bang.
"Tomorrow, I'll have her take you there." With a loud bang of the door opening, Song Meihua's words came to an abrupt halt.
She glanced awkwardly at Song Qingyi, who looked uneasy but didn't seem angry.
So, she didn't hear a single word she said just now?
Before she could think it through, Song Qingyi spoke first, "Auntie, I just spoke with Grandma on the phone. She said she wants you to come back to your hometown. She misses you."
But I told Grandma I had something to do, so I declined.
Song Qingyi spoke softly and gently, as if she were considering your feelings.
Song Meihua didn't understand what she meant by that.
What do you mean she has something to do? What does she have to do?
"What do you want?" Song Meihua didn't hold back in front of Song Qingyi, asking questions when she didn't understand.
Song Qingyi pointed to her leg, which was in a cast, and replied, "Aren't you supposed to be recuperating here?"
Being pointed out as a sore spot, Song Meihua was displeased and immediately became unfriendly, saying, "Even if I need to recuperate, I don't need you to help me refuse your grandmother."
Seeing this, Song Qingyi was not angry, her expression remained calm as still water. "But, it really is inconvenient for you!"
Besides, you don't want your grandma to see your injury, do you?
If Grandma saw that you were so badly injured, she would be very sad and upset.
Then they would storm into the city and kill them lightly.
Grandma is not young anymore, so it would be bad if she got even a minor injury.
I think your aunt probably didn't want your grandmother to worry about you, so she declined on your behalf.
Song Meihua was stunned after hearing what she said.
yes!
She almost forgot that she didn't have to wait for her man to come back before someone would stand up for her.
Although her biological mother favored sons over daughters, she treated her only daughter quite well.
Aside from her brothers, no matter who offended her, her mother would always stand up for her.
Just as Song Qingyi said, if her own mother knew that she had suffered so much injustice, she would definitely beat Song Qingyi to death.
Even if they can't kill Song Qingqing, she won't have an easy time.
Thinking of this, Song Meihua suddenly smiled sinisterly.
Upon seeing this, Song Qing sneered inwardly, but maintained an innocent expression on her face, as if she had not seen through Song Meihua's scheming.
The next day, Song Qingqing opened her shop as usual, but the results were poor, with sales not exceeding ten yuan for the day.
Helpless, she could only sit in the shop and rethink other ways to make money.
No matter what, she has to earn money, and she can't afford to earn too little.
Because if she still wants to be with Sikong Xingchen and wants to reach another social class, no longer being strangled by life, she needs to make money, a lot of money.
But how do I make money?
How can she, living at the very bottom of society, break through her limitations and earn her first pot of gold?
Looking at the empty streets outside, she fell into deep thought.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but hunger brought her back to her senses.
"Sigh, forget it, I'd better think of a way to sell all the snacks I have first!" With a long sigh, Song Qing tidied up and went to eat after closing the door.
On that scorching day, gusts of hot wind blew against her face.
But her heart was cold.
"Sigh, it's so hot, and no one's buying her water. People these days are really different from people in later generations." Song couldn't help but sigh, shielding her eyes from the scorching sun with her hand as she continued forward.
As she passed through an old street, a voice suddenly broke into her ears, "Selling popsicles! Sandals for popsicles!"
That voice sounds so familiar. Isn't that the voice she hears everywhere, in the city and the countryside?
Feeling a pang of nostalgia, Song Qingqing looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat behind her.
He was pushing a bicycle loaded with a 28-inch bicycle, a foam box on the back, and two large woven bags on the sides.
The man only called out twice, and several children carrying worn-out sandals darted out from the street. They happily made a deal with him, and then left satisfied with their sugar water and popsicles.
Children who didn't have sandals could just buy them; they weren't expensive, and an ice pop like that only cost five cents.
The middle-aged man's business was booming; he sold dozens of them in no time.
Dozens of them?
Wait, did she miscount?
How could so many have been sold all at once?
She blinked and looked at the children eating popsicles by the roadside. She counted them again and found that there were indeed dozens of popsicles, as there were more than twenty children standing on the street alone.
This doesn't even include those who took popsicles home.
Business is booming!
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