Chapter 846 No Need to Start Qiu He was reading a newspaper in the library a few days later when she happened to see a somewhat familiar photo next to a report about Lu Qingyang, a young entrepreneur in Beijing.
She leaned closer for a closer look, and the edges of the newspaper she was holding instantly wrinkled. The man in the photo, wearing a white shirt and with a calm, smiling gaze, was clearly the hot guy she had met twice at the noodle shop, the one she had insisted on paying for her noodles with!
“Lu Qingyang… Jasmine Clothing… Jasmine Scholarship Fund…” She murmured these names, her mind buzzing, and all the clues in front of her instantly connected.
The person who generously donated money when she was in dire straits, listened to her excitedly recount her story of receiving financial aid, and finally reluctantly accepted her spare change, turned out to be the very person who had changed her fate.
I remember standing in front of him, holding the money he gave me, earnestly insisting on returning the few dollars I owed him, and proudly declaring that I was "capable of doing so."
Qiuhe's cheeks instantly burned, and she subconsciously buried her face in her arms. In the quiet corner of the library, her shoulders couldn't help but tremble slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter.
"Oh dear, how could I be so stupid..." she wailed, but the corners of her mouth uncontrollably turned up.
As she laughed, a deeper emotion began to spread through her.
He could have easily revealed his identity and enjoyed her gratitude and respect, but he chose to conceal it and cooperate, carefully protecting her pitiful and adorable self-esteem.
This thoughtfulness and respect touched her more than any charity.
Accompanied by gratitude, shyness, and a vague longing, a feeling quietly took root in her heart.
A few days later, Qiuhe searched high and low for the address of "Jasmine Clothing" store in Shanghai.
She stood across the street, looking at the bright and clean office, took a deep breath, straightened her best plaid shirt, and mustered up the courage to go inside.
Meanwhile, in his office downstairs, Lu Qingyang was standing in front of a one-way window, his gaze falling on the girl's tense yet determined figure below. Zhou Fang, standing beside him, looked at Qiu He and couldn't help but laugh, "That girl came to thank us, aren't you going down to see her? She came all this way."
Lu Qingyang's gaze lingered on Qiu He's delicate yet determined face for a few seconds before he calmly turned around, walked back to his desk, and sat down.
“No.” His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness.
"Why?" Zhou Fang asked, puzzled. "They are being very sincere."
Lu Qingyang picked up a document, his gaze falling on it, his voice low and clear: "Her most important thing right now is to focus on her studies. If I go down to see her and accept her thanks without any distractions, what then? Aside from satisfying a little vanity, it won't do her any real help. On the contrary, it might create some unrealistic associations or pressure for her. There's no need for that."
Zhou Fang paused for a moment, then nodded knowingly.
Downstairs, Qiuhe finally learned from the store manager that "Director Lu is busy with affairs and has left Shanghai."
A faint hint of disappointment crossed her face, but more than that, she felt a sense of relief.
She bowed deeply and solemnly towards the empty staircase, and silently said, "Thank you, Brother Lu, I will try my best."
Then, she turned around, straightened her back, and rejoined the flow of people on the street.
Lu Qingyang naturally knew what it would mean if he went down there, so he decided to nip the other party's idea in the bud.
With the Shanghai matter settled, Lu Qingyang set off to return to Beijing.
Before leaving, knowing Shen Mo and the children's needs, she selected a few elegant and practical clothes.
The cardigan given to Chen Mo was a light apricot-colored cashmere blend. It was soft to the touch and had a loose fit, making it suitable for her to wear with shirts or dresses in spring and autumn. Whether she was going to school or preparing lessons at home, it made her look gentle and intellectual.
He also chose a printed silk scarf made of a blend of silk and cotton, with a delicate magnolia pattern. He knew that Shen Mo liked to use silk scarves to embellish her slightly formal attire.
The shirt given to Xiao Shitou was a navy blue knitted sailor shirt with a white anchor pattern. The fabric was thick, durable, and washable, perfect for a boy his age who was always getting rough and tumble.
There's also a pair of khaki corduroy overalls, which look energetic and cute.
For Xiaoyuer, it was a light pink cotton dress with delicate lace trim on the neckline and cuffs, and several lively little butterflies embroidered on the hem. It was so soft that it felt like wearing clouds.
He also took two pairs of cotton socks with duck patterns printed on them.
Seeing her boss showing such a rare "homely" level of meticulousness, Zhou Fang couldn't help but tease, "You're even more meticulous than our female shop assistants when it comes to picking things out."
Lu Qingyang smiled but didn't say anything. He simply unpacked the clothes and packed them into his luggage.
When I returned to my courtyard house in Beijing, it was already evening.
As usual, the children cheered and rushed towards her, while Shen Mo stood behind them, her eyes crinkling with joy.
"Back in? Was the journey smooth?"
"Smoothly." Lu Qingyang put down his luggage, hugged each of the children one by one, and then walked up to Chen Mo. He took out the packaged cardboard box from the bag he was carrying. "I saw this in a store in Shanghai. I thought it would suit you, so I brought it back. There's also one for the two little rascals."
Shen Mo took the box with some surprise, opened it, and looked at the high-quality cashmere cardigan and the elegant silk scarf. Her eyes flashed with obvious fondness.
"Was this designed by the store?" she said, but her fingers couldn't help but gently stroke the soft texture of the cashmere.
"Try it on quickly and see if it fits," Lu Qingyang urged.
Shen Mo put on the cardigan as instructed, and surprisingly, it fit her perfectly. The light apricot color made her skin look even fairer and gave her a calm demeanor.
She casually tied the silk scarf in a knot around her neck, instantly adding a touch of liveliness to her whole appearance.
"Mommy looks beautiful!" Little Fish exclaimed, patting the camera.
Little Stone couldn't wait to change into his sailor shirt and overalls, and strutted around the yard with an air of self-importance, as if he were a little captain about to embark on a long voyage.
Little Fish was very happy wearing her new dress, and she carefully touched the little butterfly on the dress, reluctant to take it off.
Aunt Liu watched from the side, beaming from ear to ear: "Oh my, Qingyang really knows how to pick clothes! Look how well they've dressed Momo and the children, they look so smart!"
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In the golden autumn month, with its clear skies and crisp air, it is the perfect time to hold a joyous occasion.
Zhao Rui and Liu Xiaohua sent their wedding invitation to Lu Qingyang's courtyard house, specifically instructing the entire family of four to attend.
Early on the wedding day, Lu Qingyang's family had everything ready.
Liu Xiaohua's family home was also filled with joy, but the atmosphere was also tinged with a sense of reluctance.
Mother Ma Hongxia got up early and busied herself inside and outside, with an irrepressible smile on her lips, but her eyes would occasionally redden.
As she made her final check on the pair of red lacquered wooden chests that her daughter was to take with her as dowry, filled with brand-new quilts and sheets, she murmured to her daughter, who was getting ready, "Go to your in-laws' house, live a good life with Zhao Rui..."
Before she could finish speaking, her voice choked up, and she quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
Liu Dong, however, seemed much quieter. He was wearing a Zhongshan suit that he rarely wore, buttoned up meticulously, and paced around the room with his daughter on his back. Looking at his daughter, who was dressed like she had stepped out of a magazine, his lips moved, but he ultimately remained silent.
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