Zhang Qiaoyu was a straightforward person, and following up on Ma Jie's words, she said, "There are only a few people here, who dares to say anything?"
"My man has me as his wife and I cherish him, and that's a joke? Does that mean it's not a joke if his wife doesn't care about him and goes off with some nobody?"
Ma Jie's face froze instantly.
Fearing that Zhang Qiaoyu might really get angry, Lu Hang quickly spoke up to ease the tension, "Brother Ma, my wife speaks without thinking, please forgive her."
He raised his glass and said, "This glass is for you, little brother. Don't take it to heart!"
After saying that, he picked up the cup and drank it down in one gulp, then turned the cup upside down to show Ma Jie.
Not a drop was wasted, giving Ma Jie plenty of face.
However, the next moment, the man burped, followed by a muffled groan, and then covered his mouth and dry heaved in the distance.
Zhang Qiaoyu followed behind, scolding in a shrill voice, "You can't drink it, yet you insist on drinking it! You might as well throw up to death!"
Since things had already come to this, Lu Yongkang spoke up, "Everyone is happy to be together, but even in happiness, you can't overindulge in alcohol! Look at this person who can't drink, he's throwing up and he'll get scolded!"
Having said all that, and still standing with his cup in hand, Ma Jie, who hadn't gotten to the point, had no choice but to sit down reluctantly.
After vomiting, Lu Hang was unable to stand up straight. Fortunately, Lu Jun came out of the kitchen and together they carried him upstairs to his room.
After one thing after another, the people at the table wisely refrained from saying anything else. The meal was almost over, and they chatted casually.
When the time came, they left one after another.
When Lu Chuqing and the others returned from their outing, the house had already been cleaned up.
Three men sat in the living room drinking tea, while four women huddled around a fire.
Lu Hang had drunk too much, but not to the point of being drunk.
The men in the Lu family all have a high alcohol tolerance.
The two groups of people were chatting separately, but the topic was always about the relatives they had met today.
When the three children came back, none of them mentioned the fight between the children. Instead, they asked them if they were full from eating instant noodles for lunch, whether they wanted them to have some more, and whether they were tired from playing.
Lu Chuqing could tell from the way her relatives dressed and how they took care of the children that their families were not as well-off as hers, and that each of them was cunning and scheming.
There is goodwill involved, but the demands outweigh the goodwill.
If the Lu family truly prospers in the future, these relatives will visit even more frequently.
It's not that I think I should cut off all ties with all my relatives just because I've become successful, but the reality is that once you achieve a little success, a whole bunch of relatives of all kinds will come to visit you.
If you don't help, people will say you're selfish and cold-blooded, that you're successful but don't care about your relatives and won't even offer them a little help.
If you help, there will be a second time, and then many more times.
People think your family is successful now, and that you can handle anything. Then they come to you for help with all sorts of messy things, which are often thankless tasks.
But what can be done?
This is called social etiquette and worldly wisdom.
In the following days, apart from close relatives who were leaving, the three children avoided going as much as possible, and the adults did not force them to go. They stayed at home eating, drinking, and having fun.
After visiting relatives and celebrating the New Year, time flies by, and before you know it, it's back to school again.
Lu Chengyang was sent off first, and the boy dawdled for quite a while before finally entering the school gate.
Next, they took Lu Chuqing to school. After the little girl registered and received her kindergarten textbook, the group went to take Lu Linqi to register.
They arrived a little late, and there weren't many students in the class. After asking around, the students said the teacher was in the office, so Lu Hang and Zhang Qiaoyu took Lu Linqi to the office to find the teacher.
Lu Chuqing went with them. Just as they got upstairs, a man came out of a room with a sign that read "Classroom/Office," followed by a boy.
The two of them walked directly down the stairs on the other side, and Lu Chuqing and the others happened to see a figure from behind.
They didn't take it to heart, glancing at it briefly before looking away.
After registering and receiving their textbooks, the group went downstairs.
Downstairs, Lu Ying was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when she felt something was wrong with her body. She looked around and found the bottom of the stairs on the other side of the toilet.
She's always a couple of days off each month, either two days earlier or two days later; this month she was two days late.
Fortunately, she had prepared one in advance and put it in her bag. She carried the bag and walked towards the toilet. Afraid of getting too much stain on her pants, she jogged a few steps.
Just as Xi Jun led Xi Qingxu downstairs, and his right foot was about to touch the ground, a woman suddenly ran up from the side.
Afraid of hitting someone, the man braked suddenly, and a strand of the woman's loose hair brushed past the tip of his nose.
A faint, sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils. As the man paused slightly, the woman's soft voice rang out, "I'm sorry, did I bump into you?"
Lu Ying looked at the man at the bottom of the stairs with a hint of apology, but the man had his head down, making it impossible to see his face, and he didn't move at all.
An unpleasant feeling suddenly came over her, and she apologized again before hurriedly turning around and going into the restroom.
The moment she entered the restroom, she thought she heard the man say—
It doesn't matter...
Lu Ying paused for a moment, then quickly walked into the restroom again.
Who cares? They're strangers anyway. I'll deal with my own problems first.
The woman's underwear was still inevitably stained with blood. She wiped it with a tissue and put on a sanitary napkin, feeling somewhat annoyed.
He muttered to himself, "Why is it only women who get their periods..."
"Not only is it troublesome, but it's also hard to wash after getting it on my underwear. Ugh!"
I lingered in the restroom for a long time, and when I came out, there was no one outside.
Her phone rang; it was Lu Hang calling her to meet at the school gate, where they were already waiting for her.
In her haste to reach the school gate, the woman completely forgot about the man she had almost bumped into earlier.
Xi Jun and Xi Qingxu waited for their train at the station. While looking through some documents, Xi Jun inexplicably recalled the woman he had brushed past not long ago, and her faint fragrance seemed to linger in his nostrils once again.
He suddenly remembered a day many years ago when he went hiking with his classmates in a mountain near the school. The morning was sunny and bright, but the afternoon was overcast and windy.
Summer showers can come suddenly, swiftly, and unexpectedly.
They finally found a small pavilion for people to rest in, but it was already crowded with people, with barely enough room for two people to stand. He gave it to his two classmates and stood under the eaves, which offered no shelter from the rain.
A gust of wind blew, and large raindrops pelted all over me. Just when I was feeling extremely disheveled, half an umbrella suddenly appeared above my head.
The girl, dressed in a white dress with her hair down, stood at the edge of the pavilion, stretching out her arm to hold the umbrella towards him.
Seeing him look over, she gave a polite, faint smile and said, "You should use this shelter first; this rain won't stop for a while."
My short-sleeved shirt and pants were mostly wet, and my hair was dripping wet. I looked incredibly disheveled.
He had no choice but to reach out and take the umbrella, thanking her gently, "Thank you, I'll return it to you when the rain stops."
As they switched umbrella handles, their fingers lightly touched, and another gust of wind blew, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance along with the girl's hair as it was blown by the wind to his nose...
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