Zhou Jianshan took a sip of wine, swayed his legs contentedly, and relaxed.
After he finished eating, Song Qinghe said he wanted to take his leave.
Zhou Jianshan refused to let them go: "Why are you leaving? There's another bedroom over there. If you don't mind that Grandpa Zhou's place is dirty, then you can stay here."
"At this hour, the Song family's old house has probably been burned down."
"If you go out now and someone sees you, and rumors start to spread, then all your efforts will be wasted!"
That's true.
Song Qinghe took his advice to heart. Although Zhou Jianshan was involved in organized crime and had previously had difficulty walking, he kept the courtyard very clean.
Even the kitchen had no unpleasant odors.
Of course she wouldn't mind.
If all else fails, I can always hide in my own space; there's absolutely no need to worry.
With that in mind, Song Qinghe stayed as well.
After quickly tidying up the dishes, Zhou Jianshan was taken to his bedroom to rest.
She even prepared some water for Zhou Jianshan to wash his feet, which Song Qinghe took the opportunity to replace with spiritual spring water.
Although Zhou Jianshan's legs have recovered, soaking them in water still has some benefits.
After fetching the water, Song Qinghe reminded Zhou Jianshan to make sure he soaked in it.
Afterwards, Song Qinghe went to another guest room to rest, and she brought her own bedding.
Of course, Zhou Jianshan told her where the bedding was, what colors were brand new and unused, and told her to take it out and treat this place as her own home, and not to be shy.
After Zhou Jianshan finished speaking, he was still worried that she might have some problems adapting, and he wished he could renovate the entire house overnight.
He originally thought his underlings were a nuisance, and that they might do something drastic to him, so they came here every day.
The bedding and vegetables were all brought by them.
Zhou Jianshan himself wasn't in the mood to prepare, but now he suddenly felt that having them come over often wasn't so bad.
Otherwise, he would have embarrassed himself in front of Song Qinghe this time.
Now that my legs are healed, I can't stay depressed anymore.
We must always have hope for life!
When Zhou Jianshan was soaking his feet, he felt even more that Song Qinghe was considerate.
That's why everyone says the girl is nice.
Zhou Jianshan hummed a little tune, wishing he had just settled down and gotten married back then.
They might have a large family by now!
However, having many children and grandchildren is not necessarily a good thing. If they were all like Song Qinghe, that would be fine.
But what if it's like Song Pingsheng?
When Zhou Jianshan thought of Song Pingsheng, he suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.
That's no good; just thinking about it makes me angry.
Suddenly, even the little tune didn't seem appealing anymore. Time for bed. I'll call the police tomorrow morning!
Go to the Song family first, then go to the police station.
Yes, we need to arrange for a few people to withdraw the money. I also have some savings, so I can withdraw them to give to Qinghe for protection.
She's about to go to the countryside, so having more cash on her isn't a bad thing.
We should also try to pull some strings with Song Yiren and Song Yanli.
It's difficult, but we can't just watch them die.
The scapegoat has already been found.
Before going to sleep, Zhou Jianshan made sure to carefully review the things he needed to do the next day.
Only then could I sleep peacefully.
Song Qinghe, lying in the guest room, didn't dare to fall asleep. She waited until she heard Zhou Jianshan snoring next door before she felt safe enough to enter her space.
She needed to carefully count how much spoils she had brought back this time—
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