Song Qinghe opened her suitcase and took out a thin quilt.
To avoid attracting attention, she packed a thin blanket and some light clothing when she was packing her luggage.
This way, your suitcase won't be too empty, and even if someone does come to check it, it won't be a big problem. If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way.
After thinking for a while, Song Qinghe simply took out two more, no, three thick quilts from her own space and spread them on the kang (a heated brick bed).
A kang (heated brick bed) has its advantages, but it can also be really uncomfortable to sit on.
If the conditions aren't right, she won't insist.
But since you have the means, why not make yourself more comfortable?
After making his own bedding, he took out a pillow and put it in place.
Song Qinghe went up and tried it out; compared to her own luxurious villa, it was obviously far inferior.
But this is just a temporary measure. When no one is around, I can just go into the villa. It will be much more convenient then, whether it's going to the toilet or washing up.
Just then, shouts came from outside.
"Song Zhiqing, are you home?"
"And you are?"
Upon hearing the sound, Song Qinghe quickly went out to greet them.
“I am Tian Xiu’e, and my husband is Lu Jinguang. You have met him before. Xiao Lin asked me to come.”
"Hello, Auntie, please come in!"
Once Song Qinghe understood her identity, she immediately invited her in and greeted her politely.
Tian Xiu'e was a kind woman, about 1.5 meters tall, plump, and looked very fortunate.
Upon seeing Song Qinghe, he first sized her up and down.
Then I knew what to do.
This girl is pretty, and although her skin is a little dark, it's a healthy kind of dark.
Moreover, she is tall and slender with a good temperament.
There was a word, but Tian Xiu'e wasn't quite sure how to describe it. After thinking for a long time, she finally came up with a word: aloof and cold.
Song Qinghe seemed aloof and cold, but she felt very comfortable, like a gentle spring breeze.
No wonder Lu Zhaolin was willing to let her stay, and even went to sleep at his house to avoid suspicion.
This is to shut someone up.
But the more this happened, the more Tian Xiu'e felt that something was wrong with Lu Zhaolin. He was a rough and uncultured man who spent all his time in the military camp; how could he possibly think about so many things?
Since you're considering it now, you probably have ulterior motives.
Tian Xiu'e knew in her heart that her husband and Lu Zhaolin's family were originally a large branch of the same family.
If you count carefully, it's not even past the fifth degree of mourning.
It was only natural for Lu Zhaolin to call Lu Jinguang "uncle" and himself "aunt."
However, Lu Zhaolin's family was doing very well and were very successful in Beijing.
Her husband wasn't very capable; he was just a village chief.
Tian Xiu'e and Lu Jinguang weren't the kind of people who would shamelessly try to curry favor with someone who was doing well.
It's inevitable that people will say their family is opportunistic and uses connections to climb the social ladder.
Tian Xiu'e just wanted to live her own quiet life, and that was enough for her.
Although her own children were not as successful as Lu Zhaolin, who became an officer in the army at a young age, they all had legitimate jobs.
She has two sons, one who works as a scorekeeper in the village and the other who is learning a trade in the city. Both of them are now married.
They also have a daughter who got married early and works as a textile factory worker. Compared to other families in the village, they are doing quite well.
"Xiao He, do you mind if I call you that?"
"I don't mind, I don't mind."
"Ahem, your auntie has something to ask you."
"What?"
"Do you have a boyfriend or not? Cough cough, I'm just being blunt, don't mind me, I'm just asking casually, just chatting."
"No."
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