Lin Qiong: ...
"Don't tell your uncle yet."
Fu Jinglin smiled confidently, thinking he had guessed correctly. "Are you afraid my uncle won't be surprised if he finds out?"
Lin Qiong looked at the unfortunate child and said, "I'm afraid your uncle will beat you if he finds out."
"..."
Fu Jinglin froze for a moment, then patted his chest and gave Lin Qiong a gesture, "Don't worry, I absolutely won't tell anyone."
He then sat in the car seat, deep in thought.
Should we send Seven or Taro this year?
After dropping off Fu Jinglin the next morning, Lin Qiong drove to her private custom-made studio to participate in the production.
Lin Qiong looked at the rather large piece of ebony and swallowed hard. "Do all of these need to be sanded and polished?"
The designer nodded. "Mr. Lin can just watch from the sidelines. He doesn't need to lift a finger. Supervising is a form of participation."
The main reason was that after learning about Lin Qiong's background, they didn't dare let her handle the situation immediately, because if something unexpected happened during the process, it would be difficult to deal with.
Lin Qiong shook her head. "It's okay, I can do a small part."
Seeing that his attempts to dissuade him were unsuccessful, the designer finally agreed.
Although she had lived two lives, this was the first time Lin Qiong had done this kind of work. She worked with some staff to polish the surface, and then they had to carve it.
However, the polishing process alone took a whole day. When Lin Qiong came out of the studio, she felt like her hands weren't her own anymore, still trembling with the lingering effects.
When they arrived at school, Fu Jinglin noticed the tiny, stubborn wood shavings on Lin Qiong's clothes and asked, "What did you do?"
Lin Qiong started the car, "to experience life."
Then she glanced at Fu Jinglin and asked, "Why aren't you home yet?"
Fu Jinglin shut his mouth and muttered, "My mother has gone abroad and won't be back until next month."
Lin Qiong was surprised; Fu Yuan had always been a very gentle woman. "Your mother hasn't contacted you?"
“I’ve already looked for her.” Fu Jinglin: “She originally wanted me to go home, but I said she was fat, so she told me not to go back.”
Lin Qiong: ...
This means not to do something that is not right.
For the next two weeks, Lin Qiong went out early and returned late every day. At night, Lin Qiong was so tired that she was drowsy, but she still went to Fu Xingyun's room to give massages.
Seeing that he was clearly not very energetic, Fu Xingyun said, "Go to sleep if you're tired."
Lin Qiong shook her head. "I'm not sleepy."
What happened to your hand?
Lin Qiong was startled and looked down, only to see many tiny bumps on her fair skin. They weren't big, but there were quite a few of them.
Lin Qiong gave a vague answer, saying, "I was bitten by a mosquito and then scratched it open."
"Are there mosquitoes in winter?"
Lin Qiong nodded haphazardly.
Seeing that the person dared not look up, Fu Xingyun licked his lips and said, "Come here and let me take a look."
Lin Qiong thought for a moment, then slowly rubbed against it like a cat.
The man wanted to reach out and hold the other person's hand, but because it was the first time, he hesitated for a moment, and finally took the person's hand and held it in front of his eyes.
In the past, such minor injuries wouldn't have even been given a second glance.
What's so serious about a grown man getting such a minor injury? But when it came to Lin Qiong, the attitude was completely different.
Fu Xingyun frowned. "The hospital."
Lin Qiong was instantly dumbfounded, "Huh?"
"You're injured." Fu Xingyun sat up in bed, his face serious. "You'll get bandaged at the hospital."
Lin Qiong quickly pressed the person back down, looking at the boy in her arms who was almost healed, and said, "No more."
"Why?"
"It's all healed by the time I got to the hospital."
"..."
Such a small amount of blood, it's embarrassing for the hospital.
Lin Qiong had to use a lot of persuasion to finally convince the person to stop.
By the time the walking stick was finally finished, Fu Xingyun's birthday was fast approaching.
Lin Qiong sat in her room and started making phone calls.
"Ji Yao, are you free later?"
"Li Hanyang, are you working overtime later?"
"Qin Heng, are you coming to Xingyun's birthday party? Qin Weichu can come too."
Lin Qiong glanced at her contacts and a moment later, an incoming call popped up on her phone screen. Without even looking at it, she tapped to answer, "Just arrive at six o'clock tonight."
"...I am Wang Cheng."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong slightly moved her phone away to glance at the number. "Sorry, I got a little confused."
Wang Cheng asked curiously, "What is it?"
Lin Qiong didn't hide anything, "It's my husband's birthday."
Wang Cheng said, "Oh, yes, a big birthday celebration should indeed be a grand affair."
Lin Qiong: ...
Wang Cheng asked casually, but didn't seem to care, and simply said, "The movie's release date has been moved up."
Lin Qiong was surprised, "When did you come earlier?"
"It's been moved from the end of March to the beginning of March."
"That's not very advanced."
Wang Cheng said, "You don't understand. It's been a whole month in advance, and the production team's publicity also needs to be brought forward."
As she spoke, she flipped through her schedule, "You have promotional events to attend for the next two months."
Lin Qiong was shocked, "Two months?!"
That's taking way too long. "Isn't there a way to get back in just a few days?"
Wang Cheng's tone was tinged with disappointment, "Lin Qiong, stop being a lazy bum. We both know how bad it felt when our endorsement was snatched away last time. If you don't work hard to become famous, this kind of thing will happen often in the future."
Lin Qiong hesitated for a moment, knowing how hard Wang Cheng worked, traveling back and forth for his job. Today he was negotiating with people for this resource, and tomorrow he would have to plan the development path for this unreliable artist.
Besides, the other person doesn't seem like someone who can just laze around at home, but the other person can't.
A wave of guilt washed over me. "Then I'll get ready."
Wang Cheng was overjoyed upon hearing this, "Okay."
After that, Lin Qiong began preparing for Fu Xingyun's birthday. There were a fair number of people attending.
There were about eight or nine people in total.
On her birthday, Lin Qiong hid the cane she had brought home, and then the dog found the doctor who was helping Fu Xingyun with rehabilitation.
The doctor had just entered the room when he saw Lin Qiong, who looked like a thief. "...Mr. Lin, is there anything I can help you with?"
Lin Qiong didn't shy away from the topic, saying, "There's something I don't know whether I should say or not."
"So, will Mr. Lin speak or not?"
"Speak!" he then said, "Ming, could you please help me bring Xingyun out? It's Ming's birthday, and I'd like to decorate the house a bit."
The doctor immediately understood, "Of course we can. We can also use some instruments to check on Mr. Fu's leg recovery."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong said gratefully, "Thank you, doctor."
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
Lin Qiong, thinking that the other party had been recovered for almost three months, asked, "Has the condition improved?"
The doctor paused, considering the man could already stand for several seconds, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head. "Mr. Fu's condition isn't very optimistic; it may require more time..."
"A little longer."
Although Lin Qiong's concern is good, our boss is Mr. Fu after all. If he doesn't want Lin Qiong to know, then we absolutely won't tell anyone.
Lin Qiong nodded after hearing this, "Then I'll have to trouble you all from now on."
Fortunately, Fu Xingyun's birthday falls on a weekend, so Fu Jinglin can take care of things for him when he gets up early in the morning.
Lin Qiong was busy making a cake in the kitchen when the doorbell rang.
Lin Qiong poked her head out and said, "Jinglin, could you please open the door?"
Fu Jinglin was like a balloon-popping machine without any senses; as soon as he heard someone coming, he hurriedly got up to open the door.
They're here! They're here!
Free labor is here!
As soon as the door opened, Qin Heng's handsome face came into view, followed by Qin Weichu, who was carrying Dong.
"Oh, my nephew is here too."
Qin Heng had barely finished speaking when an air pump was shoved into his hand.
?
Qin Heng smiled and asked, "What do you mean?"
Fu Jinglin: "Since we're already here..."
When Lin Qiong came out, she saw three people sitting in the living room playing with balloons.
Lin Qiong handed the water to the group, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."
Qin Weichu looked at the person and said, "It's not hard work."
Fu Jinglin glanced at them silently, not knowing who the person who had been arguing about not doing it was.
"Once I finish making the cake, I'll come and help you decorate."
Qin Weichu drank his juice. "Take your time."
Lin Qiong was taken aback. "You've changed your style."
Qin Weichu didn't say anything more, and after everyone left, he made a victory sign.
"..." Qin Heng: "What are you doing?"
Qin Weichu felt smug. "You praised me."
"You've probably forgotten that you came here to celebrate your husband's birthday."
Qin Weichu: ...
Not long after, Ji Yao and Li Hanyang arrived. The group busied themselves and almost finished preparing, just waiting for the birthday celebrant to return.
Exhausted, Fu Jinglin went into the kitchen wanting to eat something.
Lin Qiong casually made a sandwich for him. "How are you? Tired?"
Fu Jinglin finished his sandwich in a few bites. "It's alright, it's just that Qin Weichu is a bit annoying."
Lin Qiong was surprised, "I thought you two had become friends."
"Why?!"
"Because you have the same temperament and personality."
Fu Jinglin was speechless for a moment, "Am I really the same as him?"
Lin Qiong nodded.
The young man sighed, “I always thought that people with my personality were very popular, until I met Qin Weichu.”
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I wish I could punch him twice."
"..."
Everyone arrived before six o'clock. It gets dark early in winter, and it's pitch black outside at six o'clock in the evening.
Lin Qiong intended to turn off the light, but Fu Xingyun hesitated and ultimately left one on in the entryway.
Afterwards, they each hid and whispered among themselves.
The combination lock clicked, and the dark environment instantly fell silent.
Fu Xingyun pushed the wheelchair in, frowning as he looked at the dark Zhou, "Lin Qiong?"
No one responded.
The man pushed the wheelchair inside.
With a loud bang, fireworks and lights went off simultaneously.
The man was stunned, and for a moment he was speechless as he looked at the eight extra heads that had suddenly appeared.
Qin Heng and a few others stepped forward to wish Fu Xingyun a happy birthday. Lin Qiong hurriedly ran to get the cake, lit the candles, and placed it in front of the man, saying, "Make a wish."
Fu Xingyun glanced at the person. "You prepared this?"
Lin Qiong smiled and nodded.
Fu Xingyun looked at the cake in front of him, his heart filled with mixed emotions. After everyone had eaten the cake and made a wish, a new round of revelry began.
A birthday party naturally wouldn't be complete without alcohol, and many people asked Fu Xingyun to drink with them, but Lin Qiong stopped them all.
Lin Qiong puffed out her small chest. "I'll do it."
However, once this happened, countless cups were consumed.
Lin Qiong considered herself to have a good alcohol tolerance, but the red wine was also quite potent. After drinking an unknown amount, Lin Qiong's face turned red and she became somewhat disoriented.
Fu Jinglin had been trying to liven up the atmosphere, and then handed the microphone to Lin Qiong and Fu Xingyun, asking, "Do the two main characters have anything to say?"
The two, one an ice cube and the other a drunkard, barely exchanged a word.
No one responded, and Fu Jinglin felt awkward for a moment. "If you don't have anything to say, just give each other a kiss."
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