After leaving the police station, Wu Wenbin and Ziyi went their separate ways. He had to buy some yellow paper, paper money, incense, candles and other things for the funeral, while Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan needed to withdraw money and buy red envelopes.
Qin Yuhuan transferred two thousand yuan to Wu Wenbin, "Brother, if it's not enough, tell me."
Wu Wenbin accepted it happily and patted Qin Yuhuan on the shoulder. "Huanhuan, you should be more open-minded about your uncle's matter. As for the phone, you still need to go back to your uncle's house to check. If it's not on you, then it must be at home."
She didn't know that Qin Yuhuan and Ziyi had already been there last night and had a round.
Qin Yuhuan didn't think much about it at this time. After all, Qin Changping's residence was too dirty and messy. If she really wanted to search it, she would have to clean out the garbage first. The main purpose of her and Ziyi's visit last night was to see where Qin Changping had lived before his death.
It is easy to withdraw cash. Ziyi is a VIP customer of many banks and has a special business channel, so there is no need to queue up in long lines.
Neither of them expected that after withdrawing the money, they would be cheated when buying red envelopes.
Sitting back in the car, he leisurely counted the red envelopes he had bought. "These red envelopes were only ten cents each, but I actually paid one dollar each at the first store. The owner was really bold in asking for a higher price, and I was really good at shopping."
Qin Yuhuan sighed softly, "One day I'll get scammed too. My family used to sell red envelopes as a hobby."
"One hundred red envelopes should be enough. Fill the bag later." Ziyi stuffed the paper bag into Qin Yuhuan's arms. "Are you going to have lunch with your brother and the others? If not, we can find a place to eat on our own."
"I've asked. We'll eat separately. You can find a place." Qin Yuhuan seemed a little depressed.
Ziyi leaned over and helped Qin Yuhuan fasten his seat belt. "Are you feeling sad after hearing about Uncle Qin?"
"Not really, I just feel a little... ironic." Qin Yuhuan leaned back in her chair, tilting her head to look at Ziyi. At this moment, perhaps only looking at Ziyi could make her feel better. "My mother passed away on October 15th. I didn't expect that my father would also pass away around the same time, and...the reason they left..."
They all have high blood pressure and cerebral hemorrhage.
"October, it's so sad." But she still had to cheer up, because there were so many things waiting for her to do.
Just cleaning up the house where Qin Changping lived was a big project.
"I've thought about it and decided to hire a part-time worker to clean up Uncle Qin's house. It might be difficult for the two of us to clean it up." Ziyi was aware of her own abilities.
She is useless, and the only one who can do the work is Qin Yuhuan.
"Okay, after dinner we'll go find a part-time worker," Qin Yuhuan obviously knew the situation they were facing. She didn't have much time to spend in Changping. If the crew stopped for one day, she would get paid for one day's work. If possible, she wanted to go back early.
If she goes back and stays away from Changping, she can use busyness to fill the emptiness in her heart.
The driver acted as Ziyi's temporary assistant and helped Ziyi contact a reliable housekeeper. Everything was settled according to the highest salary standards. The only requirement was that all the things in the house, even a piece of paper with words on it, had to be classified and only those that were confirmed to be unwanted garbage would be thrown away.
When Wu Wenbin came over to meet up with others, he was a little stunned by the huge scene. "Did they hire someone?"
"Yes," Ziyi agreed, "Qin Yuhuan originally wanted to clean it up himself, but I saw that there were a lot of things, so I just hired someone."
He took the initiative to take on the task of hiring people.
Wu Wenbin could see that Ziyi was wealthy. The car she drove alone was worth at least one million yuan, which was rare in Changping.
"Did you find your phone?"
Qin Yuhuan shook his head. "I found several, but none of them are the ones he's using now. My dad's phone broke a while ago, so I got him a new one."
What they found so far were the mobile phones that her mother used before and Qin Changping used before and were completely scrapped.
Ziyi also asked the driver to go to the repair shop to ask, and there was tape on the phone, which showed that it had been repaired again and again until it could no longer be repaired.
All signs indicate that Qin Changping is a person who is extremely frugal. Even the cigarettes he smokes cost less than ten yuan a pack.
The more frugal he was, the more uncomfortable Qin Yuhuan felt. She would rather Qin Changping spent his money lavishly and indulged in enjoyment, than know that he was so frugal that he didn't even buy meat and had to rely on his aunts to bring him meat every week.
Ziyi asked the driver to stay and continue looking after the housekeeping department, while they followed Wu Wenbin to the old house to clean it up. It was agreed that the body would be cremated tomorrow, and when the urn was sent back, the body would be kept in the old house.
The roof of the old house looked like it had been slightly repaired, so at least it wouldn't leak on rainy days. There were four square rooms in front and back, and the innermost room was filled with Qin Yuhuan's old textbooks, which were also casually thrown on the ground, and some of them had been eaten by insects.
Qin Yuhuan bent down to pick up all these things and put them aside. Several aunts and second uncle came to help. Each shovel could clear a large pile of grass. They worked very efficiently. With everyone working together, they cleaned up the old house in a short while.
In this regard, Ziyi doesn't know much. She can only help out wherever there is a need. Most of the time, she is in a state of "no work to do". It's not that she doesn't want to, but she really doesn't know how to do it.
When she got the shovel in her hand, she couldn't even pick up a blade of grass.
But her uncle still praised her for being capable, which made Ziyi confused. She didn't know what she was capable of. It was obvious that she could not do anything.
I stayed at Qin Jiadong's house again that night.
There were no stools in the room, so the two of them spread a newspaper on the floor and sat facing each other to wrap the red paper packages.
The six-yuan red envelope was later increased in value to ten yuan, and the one-yuan note that was taken out seemed to have lost its use and was put aside.
"Xiaozi, thank you today."
Qin Yuhuan put the wrapped red envelope aside. The red envelope seemed to be of poor quality. After touching it, both of their palms turned red. It was not until this moment that they had some free time.
After washing up, I turned off the lights and lay on the "very sexy" bed, looking at the dark ceiling. Suddenly, I turned sideways. Although I was moving very gently and carefully, the bed still made an inevitable noise.
They both smiled and leaned closer to Qin Yuhuan, "You always like to say thank you to me."
“Every day you show up, I can say thank you.”
Smelling Ziyi's breath, Qin Yuhuan inevitably thought of Ziyi's kiss this morning, and her cheeks began to feel hot again.
Ziyi sniffed, looking a little unhappy, "But when you say thank you, I want to say sorry."
In the darkness, Qin Yuhuan lowered her voice and laughed softly. She reached out and took Ziyi into her arms, "Don't be sorry, Xiaozi. You saw me and found me. It's not too late, is it?"
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