Chapter 18

After breakfast in the morning, before opening the shop, Song Shu went to Uncle Fu's shop next door and bought a dozen entertainment newspapers for the day.

Looking at the pile of newspapers in her hands, Uncle Fu adjusted his reading glasses and said, "Second Sister Chen, what are you going to do with so many newspapers?"

Song Shu walked over with a pile of newspapers to pay the bill, and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, I want to read the gossip and entertainment of Hong Kong."

Uncle Fu nodded without saying anything, then took out a few books from under the glass cabinet and placed them on top of her newspaper. "I found these books on fashion design when I was packing up a few days ago. They were covered in dust. They are second-hand books and not worth much. You can take them and read them. There is no point in leaving them here. They might get eaten by mice one day."

After saying this, Uncle Fu sat down on the rocking chair and unfolded a newspaper to read.

Song Shu glanced at the books pressing the newspapers. Although they had traces of being read, they looked at least 70% new and not damaged. Moreover, Uncle Fu's shop was a second-hand bookstore. With so many paper books, he would have been on guard against rats at ordinary times. How could rats bite the books? Moreover, these books did not look like they could not be sold. On the contrary, they could be sold immediately. How could they be useless?

It's just that maybe I saw that she needed it so I said I didn't give it to her. Suddenly, a warm feeling surged in my heart.

Song Shu opened her mouth, and seeing that Uncle Fu didn't care, she stopped being shy and smiled as she accepted the offer. "Thank you so much, Uncle Fu. I just need these books."

Song Shu saw Fu Bo's mouth curl up and nodded to her, "As long as it's useful."

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After thanking him, Song Shu returned to the store with the pile of newspapers and books. It was the morning rush hour and there were no customers.

Song Shu put the newspaper on the cashier counter and sat on a chair to read it. After browsing the contents of the newspaper, she secretly complained that if she had not been at the scene last night, she might have believed the contents of the newspaper. Tsk tsk, the Hong Kong paparazzi are really bold and outspoken.

They are so brave to report it, aren't they afraid of receiving a lawyer's letter? Song Shu complained while reading it with great interest, and then flipped through every newspaper, trying to find out if there was any newspaper reporting their content.

The good news is that one or two newspapers reported it. The bad news is that the probability of a newspaper report is about 10%. The worse news is that the report is not long and is in a corner, so it is easily overlooked. However, it is accompanied by a photo of the three of them wearing the clothes.

Song Shu read it carefully several times. Although there were not many newspaper reports and some of the articles were only mentioned casually, she was still very satisfied.

At that time, the population of Hong Kong was about five million. Even if only 5% of people saw this report and another 1% were attracted by it, her goal would have been achieved. She did not expect a small advertisement to bring her much traffic.

What's more, this is free advertising and she didn't spend a penny. Song Shu is still very open-minded about it and is satisfied with the result.

She happily read all the newspapers and put them away, grateful for the warmth that the Second Young Master brought her. Although he looked like a foolish son of a landlord, the benefits he brought to her were real.

Song Shu put away the newspapers, picked up a design book and started flipping through it, and poured a cup of cold tea from the thermos on the table.

Chen Zonghao found this thermos from somewhere and gave it to her, and the cold tea in the kettle was ordered for her by him from a nearby old-fashioned cold tea shop.

Although the cooling tea tastes bitter, it is very useful for cooling down and detoxifying. Even though she had been talking in the shop all day yesterday, after drinking a few cups of cooling tea, her throat was no longer dry or uncomfortable. She also felt that her sleep was much better at night. It is worthy of being a time-honored brand.

Song Shu thought about Chen Zonghao. When she first got to know him, she was quite afraid of his identity as a gangster. But after spending a few days with him, she found that he was not the kind of violent person at all. On the contrary, he was quite easy to get along with. Although he didn't talk much, he helped her solve many problems every time.

Just like he was the one running around for the store decoration, he also helped with the preliminary preparation of the clothing. He said that he wanted her to take care of Jiahui, but in the past few days, he was the one who picked her up and dropped her off most of the time, and she didn't need to worry about three meals a day.

Every day Song Shu only needs to take care of her store and design her clothes, and she doesn't need to worry about anything else.

She was so relaxed that she felt a little guilty. After all, the conditions were different from what she had discussed with him at the beginning. She completely got the advantage.

Thinking back on the past few days, Song Shu almost forgot about the novel. After all, Chen Zonghao was very different from the decisive killer described in the book.

Song Shu didn't know if the person in the book was who he was after going through so much, but the description in the book was too vague, and the current him was more real and more tangible.

Just as she was thinking about it, the person she was thinking about walked in from the door, holding a stack of unknown things in his hand.

Song Shu put down the book and looked up at him: "Have you sent Jiahui to school?"

Chen Zonghao stood in front of the cashier and nodded, "Yes."

Just hand her the things you have in your hand.

"What, for me?" Song Shu asked doubtfully as she took the thing from his hand and started looking through it. She was stunned to find that the information was actually a clothing brand registration, which was her brand Zhiyu Clothing, and the registrant was her name.

Chen Zonghao watched her looking through the things and said, "I asked Haozi to do this. I think you need it."

Song Shu looked at the information in her hand and didn't say anything for a long time. She lowered her eyes, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, making her feel sour and swollen. After a while, she raised her eyes and looked at him directly, and whispered, "I need it, I need it so much."

Song Shu never expected that he would help her register a clothing brand. She had been busy with the clothing store and design these days and hadn't thought about this aspect at all. However, he not only considered it for her but also did it for her directly.

Not to mention that many people may not have this awareness at all, and it still takes a lot of energy to get this done, but he did it for her without saying a word.

Song Shu would be lying if she said she wasn't moved. In her previous life, she was a very independent person, with no one around her except her mother. So no matter what happened, she would choose to solve it by herself most of the time and never thought about asking anyone for help.

Now that she has traveled this far, so many things have happened, but before she could get worried, someone has helped her solve them step by step. This is a completely new experience for her.

This kind of help was not excessive intrusion, it was what you needed and did not put pressure on her. It was the first time for her to feel that kind of silent dedication.

Holding those documents, Song Shu felt that these papers were heavy.

Chen Zonghao looked at her eyes reflecting the light of water, moved his fingers, and said casually: "You are still going to participate in the fashion design competition, I think you should get the copyright for these designs."

Song Shu unconsciously held the documents in her hand and looked at his Adam's apple. "Excuse me."

It seemed as if there was only a pale thank you for a moment. Song Shu thought that the word she seemed to have said the most to him in the past few days was thank you.

She stared at his moving Adam's apple without focus, and heard a man's voice in her ears, "I'm the one who wants to trouble you."

Hmm? Song Shu came to her senses after hearing what he said. She wondered what he wanted to trouble her with. She looked up at him and asked, "What?"

Chen Zonghao looked at her and said, "I will not be home for a while. Please take care of Jiahui."

Song Shu blurted out, "Where are you going?"

After he said this he realized that he had gone too far. After all, their relationship was not that close and he did not need to tell her his whereabouts.

So Song Shu quickly said, "I understand. I will take good care of Jiahui."

Chen Zonghao glanced at her expression and didn't tell her where to go. He just said, "That's troublesome."

Song Shu waved her hand, "No trouble." Compared with what he did for her, this was just a small matter.

Chen Zonghao didn't say anything else. He went back to the back room and came out to leave. Before he left, he said to her, "I've already booked lunch and dinner at the hotel next door for a month. If you get tired of it, you can cancel it then."

Song Shu didn't know what to say for a moment and nodded, "Oh." He had even taken care of such a small matter.

Chen Zonghao saw her squinting and looking a little dazed, and couldn't help but reach out and rub her head, "Lock the door at night, prepare weapons like before, and if you encounter a thief, just give him the money. If you have any problems, go to Haozi and the neighbors around you."

Song Shu was caught off guard when he rubbed her head. The man withdrew his hand immediately, but Song Shu felt that the warmth of his palm still remained on her head. Her ears couldn't help but feel hot. She just nodded obediently after hearing what he said, not daring to look at him. "Got it."

"Leave."

"Yeah." Song Shu couldn't help but look up at the man's back, thinking about his words, and muttering in her heart, what a nagging motherf*cker, she is not his daughter.

But Song Shu didn't notice that the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

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Chen Zonghao walked out, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he went to Uncle Fu's shop next door, walked in, looked at the person sitting on the chair, and said, "Uncle Fu."

Uncle Fu heard the voice, looked up and saw it was him, raised his eyebrows, "Haozi, what's the matter?"

Chen Zonghao touched his neck and said, "I want to ask Uncle Fu something. I'm not at home recently. I'd like to ask Uncle Fu to keep an eye on my house."

Uncle Fu looked at him. It was the first time he saw Haozi looking so embarrassed. You know, this guy rarely bothered others. Uncle Fu nodded, "It's a small matter. I will pay attention to it."

As he said this, Uncle Fu couldn't help but tease, "It's really different now that you have a wife."

Aunt Fu came out and heard what Chen Zonghao said. She said, "Don't worry, Haozi. We will keep an eye on it for you."

Then he glared at Uncle Fu and said, "How can you talk like that? Do you think everyone is like you? Haozi loves his wife."

"You, don't you think I don't love my wife?" Uncle Fu put away the newspaper and said unconvinced.

"Hmph, that's what you think." Aunt Fu rolled her eyes at him.

Chen Zonghao watched Uncle Fu and Aunt Fu bickering, and he was used to it. "Uncle Fu, Aunt Fu, I'm leaving first."

"Okay, Haozi."

Chen Zonghao walked out of Uncle Fu's shop, turned around, and came to Aunt Liang's noodle shop. As soon as he entered, he found Aunt Liang and her family were having breakfast.

Aunt Liang looked at the person who came in and said in surprise: "Haozi, have you had breakfast?"

Chen Zonghao stood aside and replied, "I ate it. Sorry to bother you."

Aunt Liang waved her hand, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Chen Zonghao directly stated his purpose and said politely, "Aunt Liang, Uncle Liang, I'm not at home for the time being. I would like to trouble you to keep an eye on the house. After all, only Ah Shu is taking care of Jia Hui."

Aunt Liang nodded immediately after hearing this, "I thought it was a small matter. We know about it. We will help keep an eye out for our neighbors."

"Then I'll trouble you, Auntie. I'll be leaving first."

"Okay, no trouble."

Aunt Liang watched him leave, turned around and found that everyone at the table was looking at her. Aunt Liang wondered, "What are you looking at? Aren't you eating breakfast?"

Uncle Liang took a bite of beef brisket and shook his head, "It's not right, it's not right."

The other three Liang Shuyi sisters also nodded in agreement.

Aunt Liang looked at the four of them and said unhappily, "What's wrong?"

Uncle Liang finished his beef brisket in one gulp and glanced at the door. "That was Haozi just now, right?"

Aunt Liang rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's not Haozi, it's a ghost."

Liang Shuyi poked the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks and echoed his father's words: "Brother Hao is really abnormal. When he goes out, he always bothers us and asks us to pay attention to the house."

Aunt Liang nodded when she heard this. It was true. Just as she was about to say something, her little daughter beside her said something surprising: "That's because he didn't have a wife before."

After he finished speaking, the whole table fell silent, and Uncle Liang suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

The third sister looked at her second sister after she finished speaking, adjusted her glasses, and continued, "Look at Brother Hao like this, second sister, you should just give up."

Liang Shuyi stared at her, "You are the one who talks too much. Why are you giving up? Who said I like Brother Hao? That's not true at all."

As he said this, he raised his chin and shook his head, refusing to admit it.

The others looked at each other and said, "It's you."