Zhou Fangchun waited for many days but didn't get any help from Dai Qinxue, and she hated this bitch who took her money.
She called Jiang Meifeng yesterday, telling her to tell Dai Qinxue that if she didn't pull strings, she should return the money she had taken in, or else she shouldn't blame her for causing trouble in Beijing.
"Mom, what will you do after I'm gone? You'll lose your job, and my grandma has treated you like this."
Mao Xia's words brought tears to Zhou Fangchun's eyes. She only had one daughter, and her daughter hadn't performed well in the college entrance examination, only getting into a junior college. But for the Mao family now, a junior college was still good, and there was hope. It was better than nothing.
Mao Xia went away to study, leaving her alone at home. She lost her job and was often ridiculed by her former colleagues. She had offended and mocked too many people and was too ashamed to stay in Deyang.
Her in-laws looked down on her, so Zhou Fangchun really planned to find another way out.
"I want to make a trip to Beijing."
"But my aunt hasn't replied to you. Something happened in our family. You went to Beijing without their permission. Do you think they'll give you a friendly look?"
"Whether they give it or not is not up to them. If they take my money and don't do anything for me, they have to give it back! Otherwise, I'll make sure Dai Qinxue suffers the consequences! Not to mention her, her daughter Xu Yiyi, that little hussy, won't have it easy either!"
After Zhou Fangchun finished speaking fiercely, she took her daughter's hand and comforted her.
"Don't worry, Mom won't let you go to school empty-handed. I know where your grandma keeps the key to the cabinet. She hides all her money in the cabinet. When no one is home, I'll steal the money for you. When you get to school, you need to know how to plan for yourself. If you meet a boy with good conditions and a good family background, don't let him go."
After the Qiu Jiadong incident, Mao Xia matured instantly.
"Mom, don't worry, I know all of this."
Zhou Fangchun hesitated for a long time before asking hesitantly, "Xiaxia, your grandma said that you were the one who abducted that child. Tell Mom, is it true?"
Mao Xia turned his head away without saying a word. Zhou Fangchun's heart skipped a beat. In the past, Mao Xia was arrogant and domineering, but he had never really hurt anyone.
Zhou Fangchun also hated Zhouzhou, but she couldn't bring herself to deal with the child. Mao Xia, on the other hand, was able to make a decisive decision and get rid of Zhouzhou.
The matter was handled cleanly, and no one traced it back to Mao Xia. However, Zhou Fangchun still felt a pang of unease. Mao Xia had changed, and she couldn't tell whether it was for better or worse, but it just made her, as her mother, feel uneasy.
"Mom, don't worry, no one knows about this. If my grandma dares to bully you again, I won't let her get away with it."
Zhou Fangchun shivered.
“Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have never gotten along. Don’t worry about your mother. After you go to school, you must find a good family to marry into. Your mother will be counting on you for the rest of her life.”
After Song Qingchun went out to buy groceries, Zhou Fangchun secretly opened the cabinet, took out five hundred yuan and stuffed it into Mao Xia's hand. She also put the rest of the money in her bag, intending to take it to Beijing.
Zhong Buyi is a film academy student who just graduated this year. He originally wanted to find a decent internship, start from the bottom, and accumulate a few years of experience. However, the domestic film and television industry is still in its infancy, and he has only made a handful of TV shows and movies. Getting a job at a TV station is not easy either. National TV stations have strict requirements and very few openings, while local stations are not very competitive.
Just two days ago, Senior Tao Biyun contacted him, saying that someone had taken a liking to him and wanted to meet with him for a chat.
The meeting place was a newly opened teahouse.
Zhong Buyi ordered a pot of plain water, looked around, and as Tao Biyun had said, someone wanted to adapt a novel into a TV series but was struggling to find a suitable director. They had seen his work somewhere, taken a liking to him, and wanted to meet and talk with him.
Most of the people who can afford to produce TV dramas are coal mine owners. Zhong Buyi imagined a middle-aged man with a big belly and thick waist, but after looking around for a long time, there was only a young girl in the teahouse.
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