Ma Kai usually follows Song Jingcheng around and gives all his annual salary to Cheng Qingya.
As the manager of the human resources department of a shopping mall, Cheng Qingya is also busy with her work. Women who have their own careers are less dependent on men.
She also knew that Song Jingcheng treated Ma Kai very well. On the surface, the two of them were in a relationship of employer and bodyguard, but in reality they were brothers who had shared life and death together.
Since it concerns Song Jingcheng's life safety, Cheng Qingya doesn't act pretentiously.
She took out her phone and said without hesitation, "Let's go back this afternoon. I'll book the plane ticket and then go back to pack after dinner."
The more considerate his wife was, the more ashamed Ma Kai felt.
He held his wife's hand, so moved that he didn't know what to say. "Wife, marrying you is the blessing that I, Old Ma, have accumulated in three lifetimes."
This sudden closeness made Cheng Qingya feel a little uncomfortable.
She glanced at her son who was watching the fun and rolled her eyes at Ma Kai, "Stop being cheesy!"
Ma Kai glared at his son, "What are you peeking at?! I'm holding hands with your mother, that's legal, stop looking."
Ma Shang ate and fell asleep in a huff.
Ma Kai held Cheng Qingya's slender fingers and said thoughtfully, "I can go back alone. You and Xiao Shang can continue to play here. It's not easy to get a vacation. Don't waste such a good opportunity."
"The boss said that he will cover all the expenses for our trip. You want to go to the duty-free shop? Why don't you take Xiao Shang with you?"
"The boss has money, go ahead and buy it."
When Cheng Qingya heard that Song Jingcheng would reimburse the cost of this trip, she was happy, "Okay, you go back first, I will continue to play."
She was not greedy for Song Jingcheng's reimbursement.
As a manager, she earned over 700,000 yuan a year, and Ma Kai earned 2 million yuan. Their daily expenses were modest, so they weren't short of money.
But Cheng Qingya had already taken a leave of absence. It was a rare opportunity for her to go out, and she didn’t want to waste such a good opportunity for vacation.
*
It was almost half past ten when the four elders of the Shen family brought Shen Hanwen to Song Garden.
Shen Sili has been busy like a top recently in order to solve the case and has no time to visit Song Garden. And Shen Jinyan and Shen Zhilu brothers have returned to Kyoto and can't come even if they want to.
Song Jingcheng and Chen He stood at the door to welcome them.
This was the first time that the Shen family came to Song Garden. They took a sightseeing bus in the garden and enjoyed the scenery of Song Garden along the way.
In the car, the second uncle sighed, "When I visited the Mu family before, I thought they were very impressive. But when I compared them to Song Garden, I realized they were nothing compared to the big ones."
No wonder they all say that the only truly wealthy family in Qing City is the Song family.
To be called a wealthy family, it must be a large family that has accumulated wealth over several generations and has members spread across all walks of life.
Families like the Mu family, the Cheng family, and the Ou family are not considered truly wealthy families.
"Looking at it now, our house looks like a chicken coop." The second uncle became more and more envious the more he looked.
Zhu Chuyi slapped her second uncle on the back of the head, "How can you be so proud! There are so many people in this world who don't even have a permanent place to live. You have a villa to live in and a comfortable life to enjoy, and you are still being pretentious!"
"The Song family is rich, but that money didn't just come from nowhere. During the war, the entire Song family devoted themselves to the revolutionary cause. The tragic sacrifices of their ancestors, combined with the accumulation of several generations, have brought the Song family its current wealth."
"And you?"
"Don't forget, your ancestors were still in Lijiaping Village, fighting with their neighbors for their little piece of land."
“…”
Zhu Chuyi's words are rough but true.
She scolded Uncle Shen and made him behave himself.
Uncle San looked at his second brother with a smile.
The second brother has a weak character and no special abilities, but fortunately he is kind and benevolent and won't do anything big.
He is controlled by his straightforward, impetuous and upright second sister-in-law. Although his life is ordinary, it is also smooth.
Sang Mingying couldn't help but chuckle. She glanced at her second sister-in-law and nodded in agreement. "Second sister-in-law is right. They say wealth doesn't last beyond three generations. A wealthy family that can last beyond three generations must be a family that has accumulated good deeds and is blessed."
"Our Shen family may be small, but if we work hard, our descendants will always be able to enjoy happiness in the future."
How does that saying go?
If you can’t be the second generation of rich, be the first generation of rich.
"Alright, stop saying these things and making the Song family laugh at you." Sang Mingying's calm brown eyes swept over her family and she warned them in a low voice: "Song Garden is the residence of the Song family. The housekeepers and servants here are all members of the Song family."
"We are representing Miaomiao's family today, so we must not make a fool of ourselves."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Chuyi pinched her husband's thigh and reminded him: "The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. You should just talk less and let Lao San and Mingying perform more."
Shen Lao Er looked depressed.
Arriving at the main building and getting out of the car, Shen He saw that Shen Lao Er looked depressed, so he asked him: "Second Uncle, are you in a bad mood?"
Shen Lao Er shook his head.
Chen He asked again: "Are you feeling unwell? I see that you don't look right."
Shen Lao Er subconsciously opened his mouth to explain, but just as he opened his mouth, he caught a glimpse of his wife glaring at him from the corner of his eye.
After a while, Shen Lao Er said, "I...have a stomachache."
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng slowed down his pace, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt a lot? Uncle, do you want me to ask the family doctor to come and see you?"
When Second Uncle heard that Song Yuan had a family doctor, his stomach ached even more.
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