After nodding, Qin Jinye finally came to his senses.
Why should I nod?
Yao Huixian was so angry at Lin Xiaoxiao and Qin Jinye that she almost cried. "So, in your eyes, I'm just a petty person?"
"No, no..." Qin Jinye was at a loss, wanting to coax Yao Huixian, but he was worried that they were in his son's hospital room and couldn't bring himself to do it.
"You get some rest. Your aunt and I are leaving now."
He simply left a sentence behind and pulled the person away.
After the two left, the ward door closed again, and Lin Xiaoxiao laughed heartily.
He even took out his passbook, and looking at the string of zeros inside, he felt incredibly pleased with himself.
"Once the old man goes back and thinks about it carefully, he'll probably regret it to the core." Qin Yushen felt relieved just thinking about that scene.
"That's what you call being too proud to admit your mistakes and suffering for it." Lin Xiaoxiao waved the bankbook at him, her eyes sly. "Our little treasury is full again."
When dealing with people who care about their image, being shameless is enough.
Looking at her radiant appearance, Qin Yushen's lips curled slightly. "I suddenly realize how foolish I was before. Why did I argue with that old man? I should have just swindled all his money and left not a single penny for Qin Huaijun."
Then he gave all the money to Lin Xiaoxiao.
Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, "Yes, feelings are too abstract; what matters is the tangible benefits we receive."
She never coveted those illusory things.
Making money is the real goal.
Enjoy the present moment.
After a few years, when the policy changes and real estate transactions are allowed, she will buy more houses and land in Beijing and Shanghai, and become a landlady, collecting rent every day.
"Do you have paper and pen?" Lin Xiaoxiao looked around.
Qin Yushen opened the drawer, took out paper and pen, and handed them to her. "You want to write a letter?"
To whom is this written?
He wanted to get closer to look, but was afraid of invading Lin Xiaoxiao's privacy; he felt an itch as if a cat was scratching him.
Lin Xiaoxiao quickly wrote a page and handed it to him, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Isn't your dad going back to Beijing tomorrow? I'll mail the letter tomorrow, and it'll arrive in a couple of days."
At that time, ginseng, lingzhi... will be sent over in droves.
When it comes to fleecing, you have to seize the opportunity and fleece it relentlessly.
Qin Yu glanced at it briefly; the wording was very sincere. He couldn't help but smile. "Alright, we'll do whatever you say in family matters."
After recuperating at the military hospital for a week, Qin Yushen was finally allowed to be discharged.
The commander sent a bodyguard to drive them back to Jiangcheng, and Shao Gang also went back with them.
"Old Qin, it's so good to see you're alright." Shao Gang was required to rest in bed during his hospitalization and hadn't had a chance to visit Qin Yushen.
I felt relieved to learn that he had passed the critical period.
Qin Yu leaned heavily against Lin Xiaoxiao, his face slightly pale (pretending), "The new recruits have been taken back?"
Seeing that he was still worried about the new recruits despite his serious injuries, Shao Gang sighed, "They were taken back. Although something happened at the base in the end, the exercise was still completed smoothly."
"Xu Dali has returned, so he will be in charge of the recruit camp from now on."
The two chatted for a while longer. It would take four hours to get back, and Shao Gang, the only one in the car who was still injured, couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep immediately.
Seeing this, Qin Yushen also closed his eyes to rest.
Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at the hand he was holding and felt him kneading it constantly; she almost thought he had really fallen asleep.
After a near-death experience, this man seems even more clingy now.
Han Xiu, who had finally arrived at the Yuncheng Military Region, was left bewildered.
Where are they?
Didn't they say they were going to die?
"Deputy Regiment Commander Qin and the others have already returned to Jiangcheng; they're not here," the soldier told Han Xiu.
"Thanks." After traveling for so long, Han Xiu squatted down by the roadside at the entrance of the military region to rest, took out a cigarette and lit it. Amidst the swirling smoke, no one could see his expression.
That bastard Qin Yushen scared me half to death.
I almost thought he was really going to die.
Baba rushed over to see him off.
After finishing his cigarette, Han Xiu stood up and crushed the cigarette butt.
Just as I was about to leave, someone called me back.
"Comrade, wait a moment." A guard ran out from the gate, saluted Han Xiu, and said, "The commander is looking for you."
"Your commander is looking for me?" Han Xiu wondered, could it be about the military factory?
The guard nodded. "This way, please."
Han Xiu was led to the headquarters office by his guards. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the commander and political commissar sitting inside.
"Old commander, how have you been?"
The commander was delighted to see him. “Please sit down. I was talking about you with your grandfather on the phone yesterday.”
Han Xiu obediently sat down, "My grandfather is definitely going to scold me for this."
The commander laughed heartily, "You really predicted it. Your grandfather said you can't stay at home for more than two days a year. For the sake of your career, you don't even care about the old man at home."
Han Xiu said helplessly, "I only went back to spend a week with him last month. It's not as exaggerated as he described."
The old man in my family is very unruly.
Even Han Xiu, who has been a troublemaker since childhood, couldn't do anything about him.
"It's only natural for people to want their children and grandchildren to come back and visit more often when they get old," the political commissar said with a smile.
The commander sighed, his expression tinged with melancholy. "Yes, I think about them every day, I long for them to come back and visit."
Neither the political commissar nor Han Xiu spoke.
They knew the commander was thinking of his children and grandchildren.
The commander has only one son, who now works in the Northeast Military Region. His son also has only one grandson, who is also in the military.
Three generations of the family served in the military, and the lineage was passed down through a single son. The commander often lamented that if something happened to his grandson, their lineage would be cut off.
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