Wang Cheng watched the person quickly packing their suitcase and asked, "How are you going to get home so late at night?"
Lin Qiong looked up at him.
!!
Wang Cheng quickly turned his head away to avoid eye contact, "I won't send you back to see that old pervert."
Lin Qiong corrected, "That's an old baby~, okay?"
Wang Cheng felt a chill run down his spine from the nauseating term of endearment. "He's still an old man. You're young and not bad-looking, you could find anyone. Even a college-educated, idle rich kid would be better than this obsessive and controlling guy."
That's insanely strong! Then you should just have a normal relationship!
Lin Qiong shook her head after hearing this, "You're still too young."
Wang Cheng, who is only one year younger than Lin Qiong, said, "Even though you're older, I don't see how much you know about principles."
"You look down on people."
Wang Cheng replied blankly, "No."
Lin Qiong: "I understand a lot of principles."
"for example?"
"It's better to talk to an old man than to spend time with a boy."
"..."
Excellent.
Wang Cheng wished he could crack open Lin Qiong's little head to see what she was thinking. "Is money that important? Are you happy and joyful with that old pervert? Can this money buy that?"
Lin Qiong thought about it seriously for a moment, "I don't know if money can buy happiness."
Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right."
Lin Qiong: "But can happiness be sold for money?"
"..."
Wang Cheng gritted his teeth and said angrily, "You pack up and go back to talk to that old pervert however you want. I don't care anymore."
Lin Qiong emphasized again, "Old baby."
"Okay, okay, old baby, old baby!!!"
Then, watching Zhen start packing her things again, Lin Qiong gritted her teeth in anger, "You'll regret this one day."
Lin Qiong, folding clothes, looked at the person with a flushed face and said, "Why are you angry?"
Wang Cheng looked at Lin Qiong as if he were looking at his unfilial son, "How can I not be angry? Look at you now, so easily swayed by money."
Lin Qiong put the clothes into her suitcase. "Isn't this good? Money is everything."
Wang Cheng: "I don't believe it."
Do you have money?
Wang Cheng thought for a moment and realized he only had a few hundred yuan in his wallet. "No, I don't have any."
Lin Qiong: "That's why you don't believe me."
"..."
When Lin Qiong was a child, he looked on with envy at the children being taken to McDonald's by their parents, thinking how wonderful it would be if he had money so he could go too.
After finally earning some money, he was swindled out of everything by someone who treated him like a fool. He slept under a bridge covered with newspapers, thinking how much better it would be if he had money.
That's his value system. He likes money, and as long as he has money, he's fine. He doesn't want to compete with stray dogs for food, and he doesn't want to starve to death again.
After tidying up her clothes, Lin Qiong turned around and picked up a bright red pomegranate.
Wang Cheng looked at it and said, "Don't you think your suitcase is too heavy? Why are you taking pomegranates back with you?"
Just as Lin Qiong was about to start, Wang Cheng jumped up, "Give it to your old baby again?!"
Lin Qiong smiled shyly and nodded, "These pomegranates are sweet."
Wang Cheng: "That old man has eaten everything. He brought mangoes last time, and he brought them again this time."
Lin Qiong: "He said this fruit was delicious last time."
Looking at Lin Qiong, Wang Cheng suddenly felt that the medicine could save her.
Lin Qiong packed her suitcase and put on her clothes, but since the suitcase was full, Shi Liu had to carry it in her arms. Then she looked at Wang Cheng and said, "Let's go."
Wang Cheng asked in confusion, "Where to?"
Lin Qiong replied without hesitation, "Let's go back to the neighboring city."
Wang Cheng turned his head away and said, "If you want to go back, then go back yourself. You're not going back to have a heart-to-heart talk with the old man. You're not the kind of person who's easily swayed by money."
Lin Qiong held out one hand. "Five hundred."
Wang Cheng frowned: "What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?"
Lin Qiong: "One thousand."
Wang Cheng took a deep breath. "Go back and get your driver's license."
"..."
Money is fucking everything.
It was past 7 p.m. when they returned to the neighboring city. The villa was brightly lit. Lin Qiong carried her suitcase and huffed and puffed as she arrived at the door and entered the combination lock.
The secretary heard the combination lock click, "Boss."
While they were having their meal, Fu Xingyun put down his chopsticks and said, "Let's go see who it is."
The secretary nodded, but then casually grabbed a rolling pin from the kitchen. There had indeed been instances of people barging in before; these were rich second-generation individuals who had a grudge against Fu Xingyun and were looking for someone.
Before anyone had even left the restaurant, the sound of the front door closing could be heard.
The rumbling sound was mixed with footsteps.
The secretary held her breath, and the next moment a fluffy head suddenly peeked out from around the corner.
"Hi~"
Your little cutie suddenly appeared.
However, when Lin Qiong looked up, she saw the secretary holding a rolling pin.
Lin Qiong: ...
secretary:……
Thump—Lin Qiong dropped the pomegranate she was holding onto the ground.
Upon seeing that it was Lin Qiong, the secretary quickly put down the rolling pin and said, "Mr. Lin."
Lin Qiong was like a frightened little mouse, completely still.
Upon hearing the title used by the secretary, Fu Xingyun turned around to look.
Lin Qiong was seen leaning halfway out from the corner.
Lin Qiong: Well-behaved (jpg)
The secretary quickly put the rolling pin aside. "Mr. Lin, are you alright? I thought a thief had broken in. I'm so sorry."
Lin Qiong breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, "Really? I thought... everything was alright."
He quickly picked up the pomegranate from the ground.
Fu Xingyun watched as the person adjusted their expression, pursed their lips, and managed to utter only one sentence, "Why are you back?"
Lin Qiong placed the pomegranate on the dining table, saying, "I came back because I missed you."
He doesn't speak with his usual energy.
Fu Xingyun glanced at his secretary, who froze instantly and hid the rolling pin behind her back.
"Were you scared?"
Lin Qiong shook her head. "No."
He then quickly glanced at the person and said, "It's quite a pleasant surprise."
"..."
Fu Xingyun coughed, trying to divert attention, "Why are you back?"
Lin Qiong: "I took a car back."
It's so hard to see someone so well-behaved in front of me.
Fu Xingyun gave his secretary a look, and the secretary quickly grabbed a rolling pin and went home.
"Didn't you say it would take a week?"
Lin Qiong gradually calmed down, "Aren't you happy to come back early?"
Fu Xingyun: "No."
Lin Qiong questioned, "Then why weren't you agitated at all?"
Seeing that the person was going to keep quiet again, Lin Qiong didn't make things difficult for them. "I asked for leave from the actor I was acting opposite, and I'm back now."
"Are you going back afterwards?"
Lin Qiong nodded, then pushed the pomegranate beside her toward Fu Xingyun, "Try it."
Fu Xingyun glanced at the pomegranate, "You brought it back?"
"certainly."
He then went to wash his hands, broke off a piece, and handed it to Fu Xingyun.
"This is the first time I've tasted something so sweet, so I thought I'd bring it back for you to try."
The young man's eyes gleamed, and he pulled out a chair and plopped down next to the person, occasionally feeding them pomegranate seeds.
A cool touch came from my palm from time to time, like a little bird that would land on my palm and fly away again before I could even touch it.
Fu Xingyun looked at the large, red fruit in his hand, which seemed to be burning his skin like sparks. "You don't need to bring these back next time."
Lin Qiong looked at him, puzzled. "Why?"
"unnecessary."
Lin Qiong glanced at him, then quickly stuffed a handful of pomegranate seeds into his philtrum.
Is it sweet?
Fu Xingyun paused for a moment, then looked at the person with a smile that crinkled his eyes, "Sweet."
"I'll bring you some more next time."
Seeing that the others had finished eating, Lin Qiong stuffed the rest of her food into her mouth, puffed out her cheeks, and said, "Let's go upstairs first, we haven't put our luggage down yet."
Lin Qiong put away her luggage, took a shower, and then lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.
The next day at breakfast, Fu Xingyun said, "Let's go back to the Fu family tonight."
Lin Qiong was puzzled. Fu Xingyun had always been at odds with the Fu family. "Why go back?"
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Lin Qiong was somewhat surprised, "Really?"
He has never really considered holidays, since whether or not he celebrates them used to be his own business.
"Okay then," Lin Qiong readily agreed, "I'll drive you."
Fu Xingyun: ...
When Lin Qiong arrived at the Fu family's house in the evening, she was genuinely surprised, not expecting it to be so big.
There were already quite a few people inside; it was more of a family gathering than a regular family dinner.
Only when the car came to a complete stop did Fu Xingyun release his grip on the handlebars.
As soon as the person got off the bus, they heard Fu Yuanyin call out, "Xingyun, Aqiong."
The woman was followed by Fu Jinglin, who had a sour face.
As Fu Yuan and Fu Xingyun were talking, Lin Qiong waved to them, "My nephew."
Fu Jinglin responded, "Hmm?"
Lin Qiong's mouth formed an "O" shape. She hadn't expected this grumpy brat to pay attention to her. Then, seeing his droopy lips, she asked, "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?"
Fu Jinglin irritably ran his fingers through his hair. "I just didn't want to come. I don't know what's so great about this place."
Fu Jinglin is straightforward. He grew up without a father, and although Fu Xingyun was a bit strict with him, he acted as a father figure in his life. He also knows who is good to him.
Since Fu Xingyun got into trouble, Fu Jinglin has realized that no matter how close relatives are, they are all just a bunch of people who only care about their own interests.
Fu Xingyun and Lin Qiong arrived late, just as dinner was about to start.
Fu Jinghong had been eyeing Lin Qiong ever since she arrived, and he still remembered the last wedding.
He then stepped forward and smiled at the man, saying, "Brother, you've come at just the right time, just in time for dinner."
"Let's go, Dad's still here."
Just as Lin Qiong was about to push Fu Xingyun away, she heard the man say, "Go by yourself."
Fu Jinghong was taken aback, then asked, "Brother, isn't Xiaoqiong going with us?"
Fu Jinghong, observing the man's expression, deliberately called out to Lin Qiong.
Fu Xingyun said calmly, "He doesn't need to go."
Lin Qiong was startled. Could it be that the Fu family was old and decadent?
He cannot sit at the table to eat.
Fu Jinghong: "Since we're already here, there's no reason not to go. Our relatives are going to toast the newlyweds."
Fu Xingyun: "He drove here."
He glanced at Lin Qiong and said, "You can't drink, go to the children's table."
"..."
Lin Qiong extended her small hand and gave a slight "okay".
When she arrived at the children's table, she discovered that the average age of the children was less than seven years old, with a group of nannies standing guard nearby. Lin Qiong sighed, then suddenly spotted a big guy among the chicks and instantly felt safe.
Lin Qiong replied directly, "Hi! Nephew."
Fu Jinglin: ...
What brings you here?
"You can't drink and drive, so your uncle let you come."
Fu Jinglin heard "oh" and said "oh".
Just then, a little girl with a small bun hairstyle came out and held a large bottle of Coke in both hands, saying, "Brother, drink up."
He was about to pour the contents into Fu Jinglin's cup.
Fu Jinglin frowned. "No."
This excessive impatience, coupled with the loud voice, startled the little girl, causing her hand to tremble and nearly throw away the cola she had been struggling to hold. Tears welled up in her big eyes.
Lin Qiong frowned upon seeing this.
Fu Jinglin glanced at Lin Qiong's expression and said, "I won't drink."
Seeing the little girl pouting, he dared not utter a sound.
Lin Qiong: "If you can't drink, go to the dog's table."
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