Lin Shufang looks much younger than last year, with excellent complexion. She looks to be in her early forties at most, and there is no sorrow in her eyes, only contentment and happiness.
"Qingqing's here! It's been so long since you've come. I made your favorite steamed pork with rice flour. Eat more, your chin's gotten so sharp. Don't try to lose weight like everyone else. Girls are more pleasing to the eye when they're a little rounder..."
Seeing how affectionate Ye Qingqing was, even more so than a daughter, Lin Shufang noticed that the two people sitting nearby exchanged glances, curious about Ye Qingqing's identity.
Lu Mo hadn't returned yet. Only the old man and Lin Shufang were at home, along with two guests. Lu Mo had already bought a new villa, which was fully renovated and ready to move in at any time. However, the old man was unwilling to leave. He couldn't bear to part with his old friends in the compound, saying that at his age, every day they got together was one less day they could spend together, and he didn't know how many more days they would have together. He wanted to cherish the time they spent together.
The old man refused to move, and Lin Shufang certainly wouldn't move either. Her parents had already passed away, and the old man was like her own father. In addition, he was getting old, and she couldn't bear to let him live alone. So she simply stayed with him in the compound. Besides, she was actually reluctant to leave the compound. Decades of affection were not something that could be moved just like that.
"Cousin, is this pretty girl A-Mo's girlfriend?" the middle-aged woman asked.
The woman was wearing a khaki silver-gray suit with a white shirt underneath and matching straight-leg trousers. This outfit was all the rage in Pingjiang twenty years ago, and professional women aged twenty to sixty loved to wear it. Just like the professional blazers of later generations, wearing it immediately made them look more energetic and reflected the style of professional women in the new era.
But now you can't find women dressed like that in Pingjiang anymore. It's too outdated. Now there are many foreign-funded enterprises in the city, and the standard attire for professional women is, regardless of spring, summer, autumn, winter, rain, thunder, or lightning, a suit, short skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and high heels.
Even in the dead of winter, you have to dress like this because you take taxis to and from get off work, and both your office and home have air conditioning, so the temperature is constant all year round. This is what a true white-collar worker should wear.
Even ordinary female office workers wouldn't dress so dowdy.
Therefore, judging from the middle-aged woman's attire, she was clearly not a local of Pingjiang. Since she called Lin Shufang "cousin," she must be from her hometown, Changxian, which is a two- or three-hour drive from Pingjiang and borders Madam Zou's hometown of Shengxian.
Ye Qingqing's first impression of the couple wasn't very good. The man was alright; he had an honest face and seemed like a simple-minded guy with no opinions of his own. But this kind of man was also quite detestable. He was irresponsible, easily swayed, and his shrewish nature made her furious.
The woman had high cheekbones, a pointed chin, slanted eyebrows, and triangular eyes. She looked a bit like Yue Hongxia. Ye Qingqing always felt that women with this kind of face were sharp-tongued and not to be trifled with.
Speaking of Yue Hongxia and Lu Jiangang, things have calmed down recently. Lu Qingquan was personally sent to prison by the old man and sentenced to ten years. However, because he contracted genital disease, he was isolated and detained, and was often bullied. No matter where you are, people with genital disease will be discriminated against.
With their once-proud son reduced to this state, Yue Hongxia and her husband were keeping their tails between their legs and dared not come to the compound, afraid of seeing acquaintances and embarrassing themselves. Lin Shufang and the old man, on the other hand, had much more peace and quiet.
Although Ye Qingqing didn't like this woman, she still smiled politely. Lin Shufang smiled and said, "Yes, this is Qingqing. Isn't she pretty? My Amo is so lucky."
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