Could it be that Yi-yi only reports good news and hides bad news? Have I been lying to him all along?
Actually, they're not having a very good time here.
Thinking of this, Song Weiguo felt a pang of sadness.
Although he didn't want to take care of his two daughters personally, it didn't mean he didn't care about them at all.
"How else can we take care of them? Isn't it just about making sure they have food to eat and access to education?"
"Isn't this enough?" Song Meihua looked away guiltily, not daring to look Song Weiguo in the eye.
When Song Weiguo entrusted his two daughters to her, he told her to take good care of them and that she would not be shortchanged on expenses.
But she had long forgotten all those words and only wanted to treat Song Qingqing like a servant.
Having seen this, Song Weiguo had no doubts.
His sister has had a problem since she was little: she lies and can't look people in the eye.
Now it's obvious she's lying, isn't it?
"Plum Blossom, do you remember what I said when I handed the Qingyi and her sister over to you?"
"Second brother, I really took good care of them. Look, Qingyi is dressed well, eats well, and is very pretty."
Does this look like it hasn't been taken care of properly? Taking Song Qingyi as an example, Song Meihua immediately gained confidence.
Upon hearing this, Song Weiguo turned to look at his eldest daughter and thought she was indeed quite good.
I felt much more at ease.
However, thinking of his other daughter, Song Weiguo couldn't help but frown again and looked at Song Qingyi, "Yiyi, are you and Qingqing doing well here?"
This was a life-or-death question. Song Qing glanced at her aunt, who was giving her a veiled warning, and said with a smile, "Dad, we're fine. You don't need to worry about us."
"Qingqing has been a bit rebellious lately, likes to roughhouse and cause some trouble with us, but she'll be fine in a while."
Hearing Song Qingyi's words, Song Meihua finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Actually, even without her warning, Song Qingyi wouldn't have said that.
Because, for the ten years she had been talking to Song Weiguo on the phone, this was always how she had spoken to him.
If she suddenly says something bad, wouldn't that be contradicting herself?
However, she wasn't sure if Qingqing would tell Song Weiguo about her experiences over the years if she met him.
But in order to prevent Song Weiguo from discovering her true colors, she had to do something.
"What's wrong with Qingqing?" In Song Weiguo's eyes, Song Qingqing was a genuinely honest child. She didn't talk much, and she would do whatever he asked her to do. She was very obedient.
Hearing Song Qingyi say that she was rebellious, coupled with the rumors he had just heard downstairs in the neighborhood, he still couldn't quite believe that the person he was hearing about was his honest little daughter.
"She didn't discuss it with me and just snatched the card away."
"I even used the tuition money you gave us for next semester to open a shop. I don't know how the business is doing or whether I can break even." Song Qingyi downplayed the card incident.
Upon hearing this, Song Weiguo thought, "Opening a shop for eight hundred yuan? Isn't that a load of rubbish?"
In their area, even if you open a shop in Shenzhen with 800 yuan, you can only go to some remote corner. How can you possibly do any business there? Isn't that just throwing money down the drain?
He was immediately a little angry and slapped his thigh, saying, "Nonsense! I work hard to earn money for your education, and she just takes it all and squanders it all."
If we lose every single penny, who will have the money to pay for your tuition?
Song Qingyi glanced casually at the mechanical watch on Song Weiguo's wrist, her eyes flashing, "Qingqing might be able to make money."
"What kind of money can you make by opening a shop with 800 yuan?"
Come on, take me to see right now. I want to see what she's up to.
Opening a shop with only 800 yuan? Are you crazy?
Setting up a street stall is better than opening a shop..."
Upon hearing that Song Weiguo wanted to visit Song Qingqing's shop, Song Qingqing glanced at the sky outside and was overjoyed. She then led Song Weiguo straight to Huanle Street.
When I arrived, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, just as the vendors were setting up their stalls on Huanle Street.
The vendors, chatting and laughing, began to set up their stalls as people came and went.
This is the scene that Song Weiguo saw when he arrived.
Standing at the entrance, he was stunned, thinking to himself, "When did my small hometown have a street like this?"
He hadn't been back for five years, and the once dilapidated and old streets had transformed into a place filled with high-rise buildings, clean streets, and crowds of people.
What a prosperous scene!
However, this was not the most surprising thing for Song Weiguo. What surprised him the most was that Song Qingqing spent eight hundred yuan to build a hundred-square-meter iron shed at the entrance of the street market.
Oh my god?
She actually rented such a good location for only 800 yuan?
Is there no one in charge of this street?
Wait, she's actually selling vegetables in such a nice place?
Isn't this insane?
How could there possibly be any business in a place like this?
Did she think his family was too wealthy and want to help him squander it?
He's so angry!
If he were to sell his company's daily necessities in this place, in this iron shed, he would definitely complain about the overcrowding.
But his daughter, despite having such a good position, just uses it to sell vegetables. No wonder she doesn't have a single customer.
He stormed over, and Song Weiguo immediately launched into a tirade, "Qingqing, are you crazy?"
Such a good location, and you actually used it to sell vegetables? Do you think business is easy these days, that anyone can make money selling things? You're being far too naive.
Let me tell you, doing business these days isn't as simple as you think.
Song Qingqing, who was arranging vegetables, was stunned when she heard this. She looked up and saw her father, Song Weiguo, whom she hadn't seen for five years, staring at her with an angry expression.
Did she do something wrong?
What she does in her shop is her freedom; what business is it of his?
"What I want to do, what I want to do, it seems to have nothing to do with you anymore, right?" Since he has ignored her for ten years, why is he now standing in front of her, pointing fingers at her?
When he chose to abandon her, he had already lost the right to be a part of her life.
When he gets old, she will do the same for him, giving him some money every year and letting him live on his own!
Just like how she had made a living under Song Meihua's thumb for two lifetimes.
She only needs to fulfill her financial obligations, and that's enough.
This is the lesson he taught her.
"It seems you've really entered your rebellious phase; you won't listen to advice anymore."
I'm saying this for your own good.
Look at everyone else, they all have business, but you don't have a single person here.
"You're using your tuition fee to open a shop, and if you lose every penny, who's going to pay your tuition? Don't count on me, I don't have any more money to give you. I've given you everything I could. If you insist on not being able to go to school, that's your own fault." Song Weiguo was essentially a sexist.
In his mind, his daughter didn't need much investment; as long as she had food to eat, went to school, and grew up, that was enough.
When it comes to money, he is extremely meticulous.
He wouldn't give more to anyone except himself and his son.
Song Qingqing hadn't had much interaction with Song Weiguo in either of her two lifetimes, so she didn't understand this characteristic of his.
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