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should close the door.One should not arrogantly categorize him as one of their own...Shao Yihang glanced at me: "Being monitored is normal, I'm used to it. Monitor as you please, just do what you need...Actually, Jiang Qiyun was the one who took care of the children. Gu Yunan had a natural sense of awe and attachment to him.

Although he appeared late and spent little time at home, there was no need to deliberately teach the children how to get along with him. His words and actions often set a good example for them.

The only exception was Lan Xi, this kid didn't seem afraid of his father at all. Unlike Yu Gui and You Nan who were so easy to manage, this kid had a hint of mischievous little demon king about him.

So, Jiang Qiyun bringing the child is actually no problem, he just needs to sit there.

Song Wei wouldn't really take me to "have an affair," she was just joking, she drove me to her house.

This set of apartments was bought a few years ago. Jiang Qiyun even came to have a look at it back then. Originally, Song Wei's family had a self-built house in the village, and after selling it, they should have quite a bit of savings. It is said that she paid in full for this apartment, and then gave her younger brother a loan to buy a house for his marriage.

This way, with enough to eat and wear, and a small amount of savings, the family shouldn't have much trouble. However, recently something happened to a relative.

Song Wei chattered on and on, it seemed that her grandfather had left a house to each of her father and uncle back then. They were both located on the outskirts of the city at the time, but later developed into urban villages and became quite valuable.

Song Wei's father is the kind of scholar, now a professor of calligraphy and painting at an adult education college. His salary is stable. Song Wei's mother is a nurse at a large hospital. Although she is busier, her salary is also good. Such a family does not seek great wealth or honor, but food and shelter are no problem.

But her uncle was different. The emperor loved the eldest son, and the common people favored the youngest. The youngest son received a larger house, and because he had never been held to strict standards from a young age, he didn't study hard or find proper work. Instead, he remodeled the house left by his father.

He just caught the tide of urban development. By renting out storefronts and small apartments, Uncle Song Wei saved some money and opened an entertainment facility like a KTV.

That is, over the past few years, Uncle Song Wei's money came and went quickly. Recently, his wife found out about his mistress, causing a major uproar at home. He was also discovered to have gambled in Macau and owed a large sum of debt.

Turning over and tossing about, patching one hole with another, his savings were depleted. It is said that even the old apartment building left behind by his grandfather in the old town, which he relied on for survival, is almost being forced to sell by creditors.

Then Uncle Song Wei came to beg for help. As the old saying goes, "You can forbid gambling but not prostitution." This is a helpless admonition, meaning that prostitution is just a matter of moral corruption or family relationship issues, but gambling is a destructive habit that can ruin families and lives. Once you're caught in it, it becomes an endless black hole, driving people to their deaths.

Everyone knows that lending money to this kind of person is like throwing money into the water, it's gone without a trace. There's one, then two, and then three. It's a pity that Song Wei's father was a scholar with an academic demeanor; he always felt that even as siblings, they should help each other out.

This really made Song Wei's mother furious. This kind of help wasn't a simple act of kindness between relatives in an emergency, but it completely dragged her own family into the situation.

"My mom said, 'If he borrowed money to buy a house or start a business, that's something we could discuss. But borrowing money to pay off debts, repeatedly despite being told not to, and still gambling and keeping mistresses... who wouldn't be furious! My mom scolded my dad, saying he was using the money to support his brother's immoral woman, and she made him feel so ashamed that he couldn't even lift his head."

Song Wei held the steering wheel and said to me seriously: "I think what my mom said makes sense. I'm so poor that I have to borrow money from relatives, and I haven't broken up with my dad's mistress. My dad lends him money, isn't that just helping him support a cheapskate"

I shook my head and said, "There's really nothing we can do about this. How much money did your dad lend him"

"One million."

What My eyes widened. Is this a loan or are you selling everything you have

"You, your family... are you this rich" I stared at Song Wei in disbelief.

Song Wei spat: "What use is money This is all the money we made from selling houses and land in the village a few years ago. This is our family's savings! Now that I have a job, there isn't much financial pressure on the house. It's only my brother's tuition fees. I even paid him a down payment to buy a small house for his wedding. This money is for my brother's marriage and my parents' retirement!"

"Is this enough to support myself in my old age It's not like I have a generous pension or much savings. At the very least, it won't burden you and your brother with taking care of me. Do you think Mom wouldn't care about this money"

Ah, this is truly a very realistic common family problem.

"Xiao Qiao, your family doesn't have these worries, right" Song Wei asked.

I shook my head. "It's fine, nothing too extreme. After all, everyone at home is pretty mindful of karma."

"So I'm saying, it's better to have faith than an ordinary person. Subconsciously, you understand discipline." Song Wei muttered.

She parked the car in the garage and took me to her house.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a back figure standing by the large French window in the living room, stepping on a plastic stool and seemingly tidying up the curtains.

"Mom, what are you doing!" Song Wei was startled.

Song Wei's mother was also startled. She carefully supported the glass window and turned her head back, seeing Song Wei. She patted her chest and said, "How did you come back suddenly... I was scared! Almost fell down."

"Then why are you standing so tall!" Song Wei complained to her mother, walking into the house and throwing her backpack onto the sofa.

Song Wei's mother saw me, stunned for a moment, and quickly smiled and said, "Xiao Qiao hasn't come to the house to play in a long time, come in, come in."

She seems to have lost some weight, and she doesn't look very well. Probably because of the constant arguments at home.

"Xia Qiao, where do you work now" Song Wei's mother asked.

Song Wei angrily said: "Enough already! You're starting that routine again: where do you work, how's the pay, are you married, when are you planning to have kids I've told you countless times, stop asking so many questions about me! Just looking at me, you start asking this and that, afraid your son won't have a wife..."

Song Wei's mother patted her head: "Finished, getting old, I forgot Qiao Xiao herself has a shop at home..."

"You even forgot she's already married! She has kids now." Song Wei brought me a cup of tea.

This is a bit strange, Song Wei's mother isn't even middle-aged, she shouldn't be lacking in brainpower, right She should know about my situation.

I gave Song Wei a wink, and she understood what I meant. She hurried to her mother and said, “Xiao Qiao is very busy now, it’s rare for her to come home to play once, Mom, please go buy some good dishes, let Xiao Qiao have dinner here today.”

Song Wei's mother nodded busyly, saying "Good, good," then grabbed her purse and went out.

As soon as she left, Song Wei moved a stool over and began to check the curtains.

"Couldn't this be hidden money or passbooks, bank cards" Song Wei was a little excited. She had been rummaging through it for a while and pulled out a stack of papers.

Song Wei was stunned. She opened it and saw several curved Fengyang talismans!

“This—!” she exclaimed, “When did my mom find out about all this!”force" in their fingers is very flexible.This flexibility is cultivated through years of practice. The pressure is just right, giving a feeling of warmth and softness. It's the kind of force that most...