After clearing up the misunderstanding, Sun Lifang told her husband, "From now on, you mustn't hide anything from me. I also want to hear those metaphysical stories."
The feng shui arrangement near Dolphin Bay wasn't set up by them, but it's definitely working now.
We need to find someone to redo the interior layout.
"If the sharp corner faces west, why can't we cut off a section of it to create a feng shui arrangement that cuts off bad luck and attracts people?"
Of course, if they didn't open shopping malls, investors wouldn't hire anyone to do these things.
Not only would it cost a lot of money, but what would a residential area need to attract people?
Sun Lifang didn't understand any of this. She only asked her husband to promise, "Don't do any of that nonsense. I still want to grow old with you."
If we're going to talk nicely, who wants to go head-to-head?
Using gentleness to overcome strength, choosing to say things that people like to hear, and making a few promises will make a man completely obedient.
Having perfectly resolved the crisis, Sun Lifang felt that with her current skill in handling people, she would be happy no matter who she married.
In Feng Shui, water represents wealth, and it needs a gust of wind to propel it.
Feng shui is formed when wind moves and water flows.
In Zhou Yunshi's eyes, he should be like that gust of wind.
Sun Lifang spoke eloquently: "I must have played a significant role in your wealth, so you should be grateful to me and treat me well."
This is someone's chatting technique: no matter how humble they are at the beginning, they must rise up later, stand on high ground, and summarize the core idea.
Um?
The man moved slightly closer, his high, straight nose brushing against hers, and slowly asked, "Am I not good to you?"
"How should we calculate it?"
His lips curled into a faint smile, revealing a slightly cynical attitude.
He wrapped his arms around her lower back, pressed his forehead down, and apart from her dark eyes, there was nothing else to see.
The smile sank, sank along with it.
"Am I treating you well now?" A low, husky voice whispered in my ear, "Or what do you want to do?"
"What's the best course of action?"
Is this what we're talking about now?
If she had to think about it, Sun Lifang really couldn't think of anything else that Zhou Yunshi needed to do.
"You've done very well."
Pushing it to the top, the man chuckled softly, panting, "No, I'm not good enough yet."
What's not good enough?
Sun Lifang was only able to escape when she heard birds chirping outside the window.
She was so sleepy, but the man still asked her, "Am I okay now?"
Okay! Okay, you big dummy!
Every time we have a serious conversation, people will steer the conversation away from other topics.
His head was so heavy he could barely open it, and he kept telling him to hurry up.
Please go to sleep.
"Don't you have to go to work today?"
It's a bit strange to ask this, since it seems like nobody cares whether he goes to work or not.
He really can't do without someone keeping an eye on him.
After everything is tidied up, I'm afraid he might do something else.
The woman hardened her heart, wrapped her arms around him, pounced on him, and closed her eyes to sleep.
A soft chuckle sounded overhead, and the person vowed in their heart that they would never again remove "Calm down and be nice to me" from their chat scripts.
Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep in their warm embrace.
...
When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.
He went downstairs and "favored" the three children in turn, mainly Zhou Xinya.
Sun Lifang is never stingy with kisses and hugs when her child is still willing to be "tortured" by his mother.
The girl had no classes today, and she changed into her outdoor clothes at home.
What are you going to do?
"Let's go see Grandpa."
Zhou Xinya still enjoys spending time with the elderly, especially with shrewd people like Zhou Dahai.
He may look silly, but he actually knows how to enjoy life.
Sun Lifang felt a pang of sadness when Zhou Dahai was mentioned.
Putting aside the days when he was bullied by his youngest son, Zhou Yangyang, and his daughter-in-law, Zhou Dahai's life can be considered perfect.
In those days of food shortages, having a small job meant one didn't have to worry about food or clothing.
When everyone was getting married by arrangement and had little choice, Zhou Dahai had several relationships, and every girl was still infatuated with him.
If he hadn't married Chen Yan, he probably could have lived a few more years of happiness.
"Isn't the point of life to be happy?" Zhou Dahai now lives in the senior activity center, and Zhou Yunshi paid for him to rent an empty room in the retirement home.
He has good equipment and a group of people to chat with.
Seriously, if you didn't know his background—
They might even think he's some kind of official.
He's incredibly eloquent, and he doesn't shy away from chatting with truly retired cadres, quoting classical texts and appearing very cultured.
He was thriving and incredibly happy.
It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and Zhou Dahai, fearing long-term effects, took a full five months to recuperate.
Now he can hop around on his feet, play chess with a fan, and ask people to dance. He shows no trace of the pitiful creature in a wheelchair he was just six months ago.
Therefore, the saying "Having several sons is useless" is true.
"The key is that you need to recover properly!"
Zhou Dahai is shrewd and has an incredibly smooth tongue. No matter who asks his son, "Why didn't you come home for the New Year?"
He could speak eloquently and convincingly, praising Zhou Yunshi to the skies, his eyes sparkling with laughter, making it clear to everyone that it was true.
That's why every time Sun Lifang visits, people will try to chat with her about everyday things.
It's normal to be friendly and talk about happy things with polite words.
But today is different.
A plump aunt came over and said to Sun Lifang—
"Your father-in-law is doing very well."
Yeah, it's alright, what's wrong?
Sensing that Aunt Pang's words had a hidden meaning, Sun Lifang prepared herself mentally.
Sure enough, the plump aunt glanced at him, stepped closer, and whispered, "He's divorced, isn't he?"
"Have you ever thought about it...?"
Her eyes and brows were filled with shyness and timidity, and Sun Lifang exclaimed inwardly.
We're doomed!
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