Yuan Youqin knocked on the table angrily: “Jiang Qin, you’ve eaten enough to hold on, why are you always bullying her?”
“????”
How about I leave?
It seems that I am the only outsider in this family.
Jiang Qin secretly complained in his heart, but did not dare to say it out, lest he would be unhappy during the Chinese New Year, so he wisely shut up and ate dumplings silently with his head down.
Feng Nanshu pursed her lips, her eyes full of pleasure, like a silly cat being pampered, her beautiful eyes reflecting the warm light.
The next chat is more interesting.
Yuan Youqin asked how they met, and the little rich woman answered honestly, saying that Jiang Qin kicked me, and Yuan Youqin’s five-word comment broke his legs.
Jiang Qin was drinking tea and listening next to him. He felt a chill in his knees. He was afraid that his old cold legs were attacking him again.
In fact, Yuan Youqin had many more in-depth questions that he wanted to ask Feng Nanshu, but they had already been analyzed by Jiang Zhenghong before eating.
It’s the first time a young girl comes to visit her, and it’s not the kind of formal relationship. It’s not appropriate to ask too many questions, so it’s better to just let things take their own course.
It’s yours, you can’t run away without occupying it first.
Yuan Youqin thought this was true, so he didn’t ask any more questions.
Late at night, Uncle Gong drove up to pick up Feng Nanshu. He stood by the flower pond downstairs and kept waving, so Jiang Qin took the little rich woman down.
Although she was reluctant to leave, there was no way to keep her overnight.
Yuan Youqin was still standing on the balcony at this time. Looking at Feng Nanshu’s back as he got into the car, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. It would be great if such an old daughter-in-law could stay at home, and she could also give it to relatives and friends who came to visit her tomorrow morning. Take a look around.
“Master Jiang, let’s leave first.”
“Wait a minute, Uncle Gong. I’ll keep you for a few minutes. I have something to ask you.” Jiang Qin called Uncle Gong.
Uncle Gong turned his head: “What’s wrong?”
“I’m curious, why doesn’t anyone celebrate the New Year with Feng Nanshu?”
“Actually, the uncle wanted her to go to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year, but the eldest lady didn’t want to go. It’s probably the fourth year now. She has always celebrated the New Year alone.”
Jiang Qin thought of the information form: “I have seen the information registration form. The little rich woman has no mother?”
Uncle Gong pursed his lips and nodded: “Yes, Master Jiang.”
“Now you have a stepmother?”