Four
A lot happened when Chunhua was thirty years old.
Ever since Finance helped Erhua overcome the difficulties, he always appears by Chunhua's side from time to time, and even visits her with big bags during festivals.
The villagers love to watch the fun, and the shiny little car attracted a lot of attention.
He is friendly and polite, knows when to act, and never oversteps the bounds in front of his elders.
But every time he sent her home, Jinrong changed his attitude.
He leaned against the door frame, holding the door with one hand and the frame with the other. There was a darkness in his eyes, and something indescribable was about to overflow.
"Let me sit in for a while..."
"Not today, maybe next time."
Chunhua didn't let go of her hand, but her moist eyes and soft tone didn't mean rejection.
"Why next time?"
“The project is at a critical juncture and we don’t want to be distracted.”
Jinrong paused for a few seconds, as if struggling with the villain in his heart, and finally sighed in defeat.
This is the Liang Chunhua he likes!
"I'm going to buy your design institute tomorrow, okay?" he said angrily.
"Don't talk nonsense, it will be over in half a month at most."
Chunhua smiled and pushed him out, gently closing the door, leaving Jinrong alone in the slightly dim corridor, dancing and breakdancing.
"Oh my, she's so young and yet she's dressed so well. I know she's crazy!"
The good mother-in-law who was passing by was so scared that her heart was pounding, and she lamented that there were so many abnormal people in this world.
Jinrong took this disdain as a compliment and happily walked downstairs in two steps.
Who knew that this departure would delay it for another five years.
The project Chunhua mentioned was also one of the projects of the financial mother. Later, she used the project as an excuse to suppress Chunhua, with ruthless and cruel means. When the entire design institute was wailing, she met with her privately.
She had only one condition: as long as Chunhua agreed not to be with Jinrong, she would let the design institute go, and there would be a steady stream of projects in the future.
Chunhua agreed without hesitation.
The project was delayed for another half a month, and after a full month of retreat, the design plan was finally successfully implemented.
On the morning of the last all-nighter, the sun rose very early. Chunhua washed her face in the bathroom, tidied herself up briefly, then knocked on the dean's door and handed in her resignation letter.
"Chunhua, are you really leaving?" The old dean also accompanied them last night. His eyes, which used to be bright and lively, now looked very tired.
"Um."
"Huarong Group held a press conference yesterday. The daughter of the financial and Hong Kong construction companies is engaged..."
"What?"
Chunhua seemed to be in a daze and didn't seem to hear clearly. The hard work day and night had made her haggard. Since early morning, the sharp chirping of cicadas rang in her ears, and the noise reached its peak at this time.
"Chunhua, Chunhua!" Zhong Wen came in at some point and waved his hand in front of Chunhua.
Chunhua's unfocused eyes finally caught the light and came back to his senses.
"Chunhua, I'll keep this for now. You've worked hard during this period. I'll give you a week off so you can have a good rest. We can talk about other things later."
"Are you really going to resign?" Zhong Wen was very surprised. He followed Chunhua all the way out and insisted on sending her home.
The entire design institute knew that Zhong Wen was pursuing Chunhua, but only the old dean knew why the dying project was revived.
"What are you thinking about?" Jinrong interrupted Chunhua's recollection. "You haven't said a word since we got in the car. Are you blaming me for interrupting your wonderful conversation with my mom?"
Chunhua rolled her eyes at him. They had this conversation once six years ago and it was happening again now.
We are talking about the same topic, but we are heading towards two completely different results.
"She still likes to talk to me when she encounters difficulties in the project," Chunhua said with a wry smile. "After so many years, her son has become a piece of old meat."
"No one wants this old bacon, so I have to ask you to take it in! How about I send you back right now and stew you a pot of bacon and preserved vegetables with preserved vegetables?"
Others use fresh meat to cook pickled pork with preserved vegetables, but he uses bacon and is not afraid of it being smoked.
"You call that 'begging'?"
"Forget it. She's never asked anyone for help in her life."
Jinrong held the steering wheel with one hand and reached out to the passenger seat with the other hand, seizing the right moment to grab Chunhua's hand.
The smile on the corner of his mouth could not be hidden, and it leaked out little by little through the gap in the car window.
"I'm still at work," Chunhua pointed to the left with his other hand, "that's the direction of the design institute."
"Skip work. I'll handle the problem of the stubborn tenants. If the plan doesn't change, I'll give you a day off."
Although he said this, the car turned towards the design institute.
Chunhua leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest.
The red light at the intersection came on and the car slowly stopped. Jinrong turned his head to look at her, calm and mature, and was very glad to have walked through the period from when she was sixteen years old.
Every time this happened, he would feel a little bitter in his heart. They met in her best years, but he missed her for twenty whole years.
I tried hard to forget but I couldn’t.
Is it a fault, a misunderstanding, or a coincidence?
It's a warning.
God knows how afraid he was of losing Liang Chunhua again.
A beeping sound urging the driver came from behind, and the car started again, slowly and steadily. It was supposed to take fifteen minutes to arrive, but it took thirty minutes instead.
"Don't get off, I'll go in by myself." Chunhua saw him about to get off the car and hurriedly stopped him.
"If I don't go down, how can I scare the young men in your design institute from coveting my wife?"
"Who is your wife? Besides, young people call me auntie, so don't come out and embarrass yourself." Chunhua slammed the door shut.
"Embarrassing?" Jinrong flipped down the front panel and looked at his face carefully.
He has a few more wrinkles than when he was young, his facial contours are more distinct, and his eyes are not as clear as before. After years of hard work in the business world, it goes without saying that he is scheming and cunning.
I felt secretly proud in my heart, fortunately, I was still worthy of her.
Just as I was about to start the car and leave, I suddenly saw Chunhua jogging out of the yard and quickly sitting in the passenger seat.
"Send me back to the countryside quickly, something happened to my dad!"
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