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Song Xiaojuan was making dumplings at the table. She thought the eldest daughter-in-law was a little funny. She was just pretending. Now that the old lady was gone, she didn't have to serve her anymore. Song Xiaojuan didn't believe that she would be angry.
The third son's wife was the happiest, her back teeth showing through her smile: "Oh, Mom still loves the fourth son. Living in the city is definitely more comfortable than in the village. The fourth son and his wife are so filial."
Song Xiaojuan didn't want to get involved at first, but after hearing what the third brother's wife said, she thought that even Zhao Guomin, a grown man, couldn't argue with his sister-in-law, so she had to take action.
Song Xiaojuan twitched her lips, half smiling, and said, "I have no objection to the old lady moving to the city. It all depends on whether you agree. I won't pay a penny less for the rent or the nanny."
The room suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at each other, and they all understood what the fourth son's wife meant.
The old lady was not happy: "Old Four! Are you chasing me away? What's the point of living then?"
"No one is chasing you away! When you lived in the village, the second brother and I paid for your services, and the eldest and third brothers took care of you. All four of our sons are filial. Now that you want to live in the city, of course we four brothers will discuss how to arrange things so that you can live most comfortably. You brothers decide." Zhao Guomin's voice was not loud, but his aura was overwhelming.
The second brother was quick-witted: "That's fine with me. I'll get the money when we get to the city."
The third brother rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, that's fine with me, but don't hire a nanny. We're fine anyway, so I'll take care of it."
The third daughter-in-law immediately followed suit: "Yes, yes, yes, I will serve Mom, it is much better than hiring someone else."
Song Xiaojuan didn't want to say anything about their "little plans", but the second son's wife was not a pushover.
The eldest brother was put on the spot. He glanced at his wife, whose face was not good either. They were all rich, so of course they cared about getting paid. But she had two children to raise, and she also had to rent a house and hire a nanny! She was really thinking: "I don't agree."
The third daughter-in-law was the first to speak up: "Sister-in-law! The old lady should be well cared for in the city. You..."
Zhao Guomin stood next to Song Xiaojuan and helped her make dumplings. The two of them had a very good understanding and neither of them participated in their discussion.
The second son's wife was sitting on the kang and watching the fun. She glanced at the two people on the ground, lowered her eyelids and chuckled. The fourth son and his wife were both smarter than each other. No wonder they could make money. They would have to spend more time with Song Xiaojuan in the future.
Thinking of this, she quickly got down to the ground and rolled out dough for Song Xiaojuan: "I said, you two are not ready to have children yet."
"Let it be." Song Xiaojuan didn't dislike the second son's wife. Everyone had their own little thoughts, but as long as she behaved well and had no intention of harming others, she would be willing to make friends with her.
Finally, it was decided that the old lady could live in the city, and there was no need to hire a nanny. The eldest and third daughters-in-law would take turns to serve her.
But he has to be paid two for the babysitter's salary.
"What's the difference between this and being at home?" the second son's wife and Song Xiaojuan murmured.
Song Xiaojuan just smiled and didn't respond. Just wait and see, there will be a lot of things in the future.
Song Xiaojuan returned to the county town first. She followed the artists from Xiao Hongying's company on TV to see if anyone was wearing her clothes, but found no reports.
However, Andy Lau has brought her some fame. Ever since she registered the trademark Jun Ya Clothing, Andy Lau has been calling her.
Liu Qingyun knew that she was going to start a company and he wanted to cooperate with her.
She hesitated about this matter for several days, thinking about the advantages and disadvantages, but she was helpless because she was inferior to the other party in terms of funds and connections.
In the end, the cooperation was in the form of investment by Andy Lau. He had no decision-making power and received dividends every year.
Junya Clothing was established in such a low-key manner. Coincidentally, just after the company was established, the artists under Xiao Hongying became "hot searches" because of their outfits. In this era, there was no Weibo, only newspapers, but the fans were not much more restrained than those modern traffic fans.
Celebrities have an amazing ability to sell goods. The skirt she wore was sold out that day, and Jun Ya gained a little fame in the circle.
Song Xiaojuan knew that this was due to the right time, place and people, so she dared not neglect it.
She found another store and opened the Jun Ya store, and directly transferred Liu Yan to be the store manager.
The company gradually started to operate.
Song Xiaojuan and Zhao Guomin had been busy recently, and today they finally had a day off. The second brother and his wife came over: "Juan'er, I want to go look at the house. Can you come with me?"
Now that they have come, and I am still at home, I cannot say no.
I accompanied her and her husband to look for a house for a whole day, and finally we settled on one of over 50 square meters.
The second son's wife has been discussing how to decorate her house with Song Xiaojuan, and she also wants the style of Song Xiaojuan's house.
"Did the third son's wife call you?" The second son's wife stared at Song Xiaojuan with gossipy eyes.
Song Xiaojuan shook her head. She and the third son's wife didn't talk much, so what was there to talk about on the phone?
The second son's wife sneered: "Don't you know that she wanted to send Jiabao to school in the city, but the school didn't accept him. I guess she'll have to ask you two, the fourth son, for help."
"No, he knows that neither of us knows anyone in education, so how could we have that ability?" Song Xiaojuan stopped the second son's wife from talking, regardless of whether her words were probing or real gossip.
The second son’s wife looked at Song Xiaojuan, smiled, lowered her head and said nothing.
That night, the third child called Zhao Guomin and got straight to the point: "Fourth child, Jiabao is going to primary school. Can you help me transfer him to the city?"
Zhao Guomin told the third brother exactly what Song Xiaojuan had said.
The Third Brother: "Fourth Brother, I heard that you have a wide network of contacts. When the old lady was in the hospital last time, wasn't there a man named Li who went to visit her? I heard he's a big boss."
Zhao Guomin frowned: "Who told you that?"
The third brother paused and said, "Hey... everyone in the village says you're so capable now, why don't you care about your brother's affairs?"
"If I had that ability, I would bring all the children up. I can't do porcelain work if I don't have that ability." Zhao Guomin's voice was a little low.
The third brother also heard it: "Yes, you are capable now. I beg you to do something for me. Look at your arrogant attitude. Everyone else is better than you!" Then he hung up the phone.
Zhao Guomin pinched his nose, leaned back on the sofa and watched TV, but he couldn't concentrate.
For the first time, he realized what the trivial life in the countryside was like. Everyone thought that since he had settled down in the city, he was capable and could do anything.
But in fact, he and Song Xiaojuan are still insignificant in front of those truly rich and powerful people.
Today, for the sake of a child, he went to ask someone to do something for him. Firstly, it was not a big deal, and secondly, he could not repay the favor. He could not keep asking Li Fengjiang to do things for him by using their comradeship.
But others won’t care about those things, and if you don’t help, you will become a sinner.
Song Xiaojuan saw his expression and knew that he was feeling aggrieved. She poured him a glass of water and handed it to him: "Don't think too much. They don't understand you, but I do." As she spoke, she hugged his neck and kissed him.
Zhao Guomin put the water on the coffee table, put his arm around her shoulders, and brought her into his arms. Just as he was about to drink it, he glanced at her bright lips and asked, "Will eating lipstick cause poisoning?"
Song Xiaojuan had narrowed her eyes and prepared herself, but she was furious when he asked such a question, which ruined the mood. What kind of person is this?
She pushed him away: "Zhao Guomin, you shouldn't find a wife. It's better for you to be alone!" She stood up and was about to leave angrily.
Zhao Guomin laughed and held her hand: "Just kidding, come, let me see if you are really angry." He pinched her face lightly.
Song Xiaojuan snorted coldly and pushed his hand away: "Oh, I'm not angry. I'm just bored and learning acting." Her tone was deliberately sarcastic.
Zhao Guomin suppressed his laughter and teased her, "You imitated it so well, I almost believed it."
Song Xiaojuan looked at him coldly. Zhao Guomin was the man who deserved to be punished. "Isn't that funny?"
Zhao Guomin quickly shook his head, saying that he who knows the times is a hero.
Before Song Xiaojuan could figure out how to put on her "performance", Zhao Guomin's phone rang. Li Fengjiang asked him to have a drink.
"Are you going?"
If Qiu Yao wasn't there, Song Xiaojuan would have wanted to go. But when she thought of Qiu Yao, she felt it was too awkward and shook her head: "No."
At night, when Song Xiaojuan was half asleep, she heard someone opening the door and the familiar sound of footsteps. She knew that Zhao Guomin had returned without getting up.
When Zhao Guomin finished his shower and went to bed, Song Xiaojuan had already woken up, though her voice was still a little hoarse: "Why are you back so early?"
"Well, he also called a few other friends, so I didn't stay long." In fact, after dinner, Li Fengjiang took him to a karaoke bar and asked a few friends to sing with him. He felt bored and left.
Song Xiaojuan sniffed her nose and found no smell of alcohol: "I didn't drink."
Zhao Guomin narrowed his eyes slightly: "I didn't drink, you..." After saying the word "you", he rubbed his nose unnaturally.
Song Xiaojuan was full of questions: "What about me?"
"We are not young anymore, why not consider having a child?" Zhao Guomin said and turned off the lights.
Song Xiaojuan really hadn't thought about this problem. Zhao Guomin was three years older than her and would soon be thirty years old. It was indeed time for her to consider having children.
It seems that I don’t reject children. When I see other people’s children on the street, I like them very much.
Can I be a good mother?
Her mind was a mess, but one thing was very clear to her: she did not reject children.
Zhao Guomin didn't hear her speak for a long time, thinking she was unwilling: "I'm just saying, if you don't..."
Before he could finish his words, Song Xiaojuan interrupted him and whispered in his ear: "I want it."
The two people's plan to have a baby was put on the agenda directly, but unfortunately sometimes plans cannot keep up with changes.
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