"Although Jingjing's uncle and cousin are powerful, you are not their son-in-law after all. There are conditions for helping or not."
Mrs. Zhou tilted her head, "Do you understand my good intentions?"
"Understood." Zhou Jingchen stood with his hands down, "Please explain clearly."
"Xi'er has two paths." Mrs. Zhou stuffed her gloves into her bag, "One is to marry into the Huang family, and the other is to go to another province."
Zhou Jingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, "The candidate you are looking for is the second uncle of the Huang family?"
Mrs. Zhou did not refute.
"Huang Laoer was widowed last year. He is two rounds older than Xi'er, over forty years old." Zhou Jingchen's face was dark and unclear, "Are you kidding me?"
"I don't have time to joke with you." Mrs. Zhou said in a stern voice, "Huang Laoer has outstanding conduct and future in addition to his age. Your father was once kind to him, but now he is a bureau-level cadre. He will not be a cadre in twenty years. After retiring and getting married, Xi'er is now a serious official wife, and you are Huang Laoer's brother-in-law, so I feel at ease."
Zhou Jingchen stared at Madam Zhou, and Madam Zhou stared at him without avoiding it.
"Do you agree?"
Mrs. Zhou was furious, and Zhou Jingchen was annoyed, "I don't need you to arrange for a brother-in-law to protect me. If you really take revenge on me, I deserve death. I can hide for a while, but I can't hide for the rest of my life."
His face was sinister and sullen, darker than the gray sky, as if a pool of thick ink had been splashed on him. "Besides, my grandfather has trained me in martial arts. Anyone who seeks revenge and provocation may not be able to beat me."
"If you don't want to marry Huang Laoer, then send Xi'er to other provinces." Mrs. Zhou made the final decision, "I will contact nursing homes in other provinces to buy or rent a house. Depending on Xi'er's liking, the Zhou family will pay for it. If she is lucky, we can negotiate by ourselves. If someone from a good family background is not lucky enough to marry an ordinary person, I won’t interfere.”
Zhou Jingchen's hand on the mast tightened, and for a moment, he smiled, "It turns out that mother wants to send her away."
"I made the decision to raise her, so I am naturally qualified to make the decision to send her away." Mrs. Zhou's aura was overwhelming. "I am not her biological mother. It is not my obligation to raise her. I have done my duty. It is repayment for her to leave peacefully." My affection.”
"Isn't she peaceful enough?"
Mrs. Zhou put it bluntly, "You are restless."
The man's hand tightened again.
The carpal bones are swollen and white.
"You are the son of the Zhou family. I can't abandon you even if I abandon Xi'er. Your grandfather has always intended for you to inherit the Li family's property and protect your cousins. Those second-generation children who are just waiting to die can do whatever they want, you No. It’s not just you. Bo Nan of the Ye family, the eldest daughter of the Geng family, and Jingjing’s cousin, who wouldn’t sacrifice themselves for the family?”
Mrs. Zhou faced him with a solemn expression, "Everyone respects you Mr. Zhou, Mr. Ye, Mr. Geng. What do you respect? Glory and price are one."
After saying these words, Mrs. Zhou walked away.
Zhou Jingchen stared at her back with an unpredictable light in his eyes.
When Mrs. Zhou completely disappeared through the door, he calmed down and turned back to light a cigarette.
Cheng Xi's coat was in the car, and she was only wearing thin work clothes. She carried a bottle of mineral water and shrank over, "I'll drive you back to Zhou's house."
Zhou Jingchen glanced at her, "Cold?"
He took off his windbreaker, but Cheng Xi didn't want it, "It smells like smoke."
Finally, he advised him, "Stop smoking less. The more you smoke, the more addictive you will become."
Zhou Jingchen said with a heavy breath, "I know."
He took two more puffs and puffed out the cigarette.
The wind caused the peach trees to sway greatly, and the raindrops were heavy and rainy, pouring on the windbreaker. Zhou Jingchen tilted the clothes with one hand, put his arm around Cheng Xi's waist, and brought him into his arms.
She struggled, "Aunt Zhou is..."
"Going to the Hua family's ward."
"There are windows..." Cheng Xi broke out of his arms, "The people around you are very sensitive now."
"More sensitive than you?" He raised his eyebrows.
Cheng Xi heard the meaning of ridicule and teasing.
"It's a sensitive atmosphere."
"Otherwise?" Zhou Jingchen frowned again, "What do you mean?"
She was stunned.
The roots of the ears turned red.
Because Zhou Jingchen always said in bed that she was too sensitive, like she was in a flood, trembling with every touch, and overflowing with emotion. When these two words came out of his mouth, she easily misunderstood them.
Cheng Xi stopped talking, and walked and picked up, not caring about the dirty shoes, holding the petals and burying them under the roots of the tree. Zhou Jingchen waited patiently for her, "Did you peek at the "Dream of Red Mansions" on my bookshelf?"
She blinked, her eyelashes wet with rainwater, "I saw Daiyu burying flowers."
"Shen Chenghan bought it at the antique market. Cheng Jiaben, I can't help you looking through it." Zhou Jingchen stretched out his arms and covered her with his windbreaker. Most of his body was soaked in the rain.
Cheng Xi felt guilty for a while.
When she was flipping through the book that day, her hands slipped and she picked out a piece.
Two words are missing.
"I'll pay you if it gets damaged."
"Compensate me?" Zhou Jingchen joked, "You owe me a lot, what do you want to compensate me?"
She held on to the tree trunk and took off her shoes. Her socks were damp, "I can't afford to pay."
"You are honest."
Zhou Jingchen handed her the handkerchief, which she folded and put in her shoes.
I had a vague chemical pregnancy last week. Although it's nothing serious, my stomach has been hurting off and on for a few days, and I don't want to catch a cold.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked suddenly.
Cheng Xi knew what he was asking, and what was the use of telling him that he was not good? He was Miss Hua's fiancé.
There was a bad relationship with her that ended before it even started.
Since it is a bad fate, it is destined not to be tolerated by the world, hiding in the cracks, living quietly, and dying quietly.
"Better."
Zhou Jingchen glanced at her and didn't ask any more questions.
"Has Shen Chenghan returned to China?" Cheng Xicai reacted, "Isn't he a child of yours?"
Shen Chenghan is from the south. The master calculated that his horoscope was short of water, so he was named "Han". He and Zhou Jingchen went to the same elementary school and junior high school, and they knew each other for fifteen or six years. Zhou Jingchen returned to the north after graduation, and Shen Chenghan went to study in Singapore.
The Shen family's local wealth is second only to that of the Li family.
"I came back at the beginning of the month." Zhou Jingchen put his windbreaker on Cheng Xi and took her car keys, "Don't move where you are, I'll drive."
He left in the rain.
At the same time, the small door on the west side of the inpatient department was pushed open silently, and a figure limped around the peach tree and approached Cheng Xi from behind.
The large windbreaker blocked her vision, and she was completely unaware of it.
Suddenly, lightning flashed across, shocking Cheng Xi.
She got out of her windbreaker and looked at the thunderous sky above her head, and unexpectedly met Geng Shiqing's eyes.
Vicious, treacherous.
Cheng Xi screamed, threw the windbreaker hard at Geng Shiqing, and ran in the opposite direction.
Geng Shiqing was prepared early and grabbed her. She hit her back hard on the tree stump and bounced forward.
The next second, the cold light appeared.
Geng Shiqing grabbed the knife and rushed forward.
He was lame and couldn't move well, so he fell to the ground. He bared his teeth and dragged Cheng Xi back, then raised the knife and dropped it.
Cheng Xibeng turned his head away, curled up and trembled.
There was a "puff" in my ears, the tearing sound of the tip of the knife piercing flesh and blood, and Geng Shiqing's yelling, "You fucking——"
