With exams approaching, Yun Jin is busy every day.
In addition to business matters, he rarely stays at home.
When I came home from school today, I saw that Xiao Niangao's forehead was swollen.
Little Niangao also burst into tears when she saw her: "Waaah, Mommy, a bad guy bullied me. He pushed me and made me hit my head."
Mother He explained, "It's all Ziqian's fault. He didn't see Nian Gao and bumped into her. I've already given her a beating, and she knows she was wrong."
Yun Jin asked Xiao Niangao, "Did Grandma hit someone?"
Little Rice Cake nodded: "Grandma stood up for me and beat him hard with a feather duster until he cried loudly."
Yun Jin was satisfied: "Okay, Grandma has already disciplined him, and he got a beating too. Stay away from him from now on. Have you forgotten what Mom told you?"
"No, he suddenly opened the door and bumped into me," Little Rice Cake said, feeling wronged.
Yun Jin took some medicated oil and rubbed Xiao Niangao's swollen forehead. She felt so sorry for her. That night, when she called He Tingchuan, before she could even complain, Xiao Niangao cried and told him everything.
He Tingchuan said, "When Dad gets back, he'll beat that person up again. He was so careless and bumped into my daughter. Don't cry, don't cry, Dad will blow on it!"
Little Rice Cake asked on the phone, "Daddy, did you blow on it?"
He Tingchuan could only blow air into the receiver.
Little Rice Cake's joyful voice came from the other end: "I heard it! Daddy, blowing on it makes it stop hurting! Thank you, Daddy!"
For the next two days, whenever she went out for a walk and met people, she would show her wound, as if afraid that others would not know that she was injured. She also complained about He Ziqian. When He Ziqian returned, he met some people he knew and couldn't help but scold him.
"Little Rice Cake is so cute, how could you bully your little sister?"
"How could you do this to such a cute little rice cake with bruises on its forehead?"
"As the older brother, you should take good care of your younger siblings. You're so old and still don't understand things."
He Ziqian: "......"
When they got back and saw Xiao Niangao, the culprit, He Ziqian bared his teeth and tried to scare her. Xiao Niangao wailed, "Grandma, big brother bullied me again, boohoo..."
Enraged, He's mother came out with a feather duster and chased after He Ziqian, yelling, "How old are you? All you do is bully your sister! If you bully her again, don't come back!"
"Grandma, please let me explain!" He Ziqian wanted to cry.
Little Rice Cake watched the spectacle with schadenfreude, which made He Ziqian afraid to provoke her afterward.
They knew that the little rice cake was small but cunning, and that he bullied others by taking advantage of his power.
Sure enough, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
When He Ziqian returned, he still wanted money: "My business license has been approved. I'll go to Hong Kong tomorrow to buy goods and pick up Qianqian while I'm at it. We'll also choose a man and a woman."
Mr. and Mrs. He raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean, 'male' or 'female'?"
He Ziqian said excitedly, "We can choose twins, two at a time. Qianqian and I have discussed it and we plan to choose two sons. That way, Grandpa and Grandma will have two great-grandchildren!"
He's parents couldn't believe it: "You can even choose your gender?"
He Ziqian nodded: "Right?"
"Is it allowed in Hong Kong?" Mrs. He was a little tempted.
He Ziqian nodded: "It's legal, there won't be any problems. Qianqian originally wanted to have triplets, but I was worried that her body couldn't handle it, so we had twin sons first."
Mr. and Mrs. He exchanged a glance and agreed that this was a good idea.
Seeing that they were interested, He Ziqian continued, "Everything else is negotiable, but if the money isn't right, I'm afraid we can't make the selection."
Mr. and Mrs. He understood and asked, "How much do you want?"
He Ziqian stretched out a hand.
Mrs. He guessed: "Five thousand?"
He Ziqian shook his head: "Five thousand is impossible, it has to be fifty thousand."
"How much?" Mr. He was nearly scared to death: "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
He Ziqian shook his head.
Mr. and Mrs. He looked troubled. They wanted a pair of great-grandchildren, but they would have to come up with 50,000 yuan. To be honest, the two of them only had a combined monthly pension of three to five hundred yuan.
Even if you live another ten years, you'll only have a little over 50,000.
They might not even live that long.
Where are they going to get 50,000 yuan for their two great-grandchildren?
He Ziqian deliberately said, "I know that my grandparents don't have that much money. My aunt does, but she definitely won't lend me any money. It's different when my grandparents ask."
Mrs. He refused: "Your aunt is also struggling. She invested so much and hasn't even broken even yet. Where would she get the money to lend you?"
He Ziqian said regretfully, "Then we can only leave it to fate. If it's successful, regardless of gender, if I have two daughters, as long as they are my children, I will definitely love them dearly."
As he said this, he kept his eyes on Mr. and Mrs. He, observing their expressions.
Seeing the troubled expressions on their faces and the conflicted and struggling look in their eyes, He Ziqian knew that things were half done.
When Yun Jin returned, He's mother asked her privately, "Yun Jin, when you went to Hong Kong to consult about Zi Qian's IVF, did you ask about the gender?"
Yun Jin knew a little about this: "I asked, and I even asked if it was possible to specify the gender. They said yes, as long as I paid an extra thousand yuan, I could choose it."
Yun Jin noticed that Mother He's face looked pale and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Just give me an extra thousand dollars?"
Yun Jin nodded: "Yes."
Thinking of something, Yun Jin asked, "Did He Ziqian say something to you?"
Mrs. He was furious: "Do you know how much that boy asked for?"
Looking at the eight characters held out by Mother He, Yun Jin raised an eyebrow: "Five thousand? He really dares to say that."
"It's not five thousand, it's fifty thousand." Mrs. He was so angry she wanted to hit someone.
Yun Jin took a breath: "Why doesn't he just rob us? How can he ask for fifty thousand?"
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