Song Fuqiang did a 180 - degree turn in his attitude and said with a beaming smile, "Don't worry. I'll never bother her again!"
As he spoke, Song Fuqiang greedily stuffed the check into his pocket. Rubbing his hands like a fly, he looked at Xu Yan with a hint of pleading in his tone.
"Could you give back the painting you won at my birthday party? My family's in a tough spot now..."
Hearing this, Xu Qingqing, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, spoke up softly.
"That painting was illegally traded by you. Do you really want to go back to prison?"
Remembering Xu Qingqing's true identity, Song Fuqiang quickly lowered his head and waved his hands guiltily.
"No, no, no. I was just joking."
After saying that, Song Fuqiang even offered to help Jing Zhen carry the boxes.
"I'll help you carry them."
"Don't bother," Jing Zhen snapped at Song Fuqiang.
"I'll have to disinfect the boxes you touch. Stay away from them."
Just looking at Song Fuqiang made her feel physically sick, and she really didn't want to have any contact with him.
Bitch!
After getting back together with her ex - boyfriend, she's putting on airs!
Song Fuqiang cursed silently in his heart and threw the box on the ground.
"Then carry them yourselves. Let me know when you're done."
After saying that, Song Fuqiang was about to go and settle the score with Song Nuannuan. But he found that Song Nuannuan's door was locked from the inside, and he didn't have the key to open it.
Feeling extremely awkward, Song Fuqiang walked past Xu Qingqing and the others and returned to his room, closing the door behind him.
Xu Qingqing was amused by this father - daughter pair who seemed to be performing a farce. Her eyes fell on Jing Zhen's red and swollen ankle.
"Sister Jing Zhen, your ankle is injured. Don't carry heavy things. It might get worse."
"It's okay. The boxes aren't heavy..."
Jing Zhen waved her hand with a smile.
Xu Qingqing and Xu Yan came to help her. How could she dump all the work on them?
Just as Jing Zhen was about to bend down to pick up something, Xu Yan, who had taken three steps at a time down the stairs, jumped down with a cold face. He picked Jing Zhen up in his arms.
"I don't want you to carry me. I can walk by myself!"
Jing Zhen struggled to get down, but Xu Yan's words made her stop.
"Do you want your ankle injury to get worse?"
"It's none of your business!"
"I'm your boss. If you get injured, who will assist me with my work? You're wasting my time."
"..."
"If you move around, I'll dock your pay."
"..."
Hearing that her pay would be docked, Jing Zhen finally calmed down. Blushing and indignant, she was carried into the car by Xu Yan under Xu Qingqing's mother - like smile.
They carried all the things back to Xu's parents' house. Jing Zhen's room couldn't hold so many boxes, and Xu Qingqing's stuff was still in the cloakroom.
"There's a storage room. We should be able to put the things there," Xu Qingqing said as she led Jing Zhen to the attic storage room. But the storage room was also stuffed full of sundries by Xu's mother, and there was no space at all.
"I'm sorry, Sister Jing Zhen. There aren't any other basements in our house," Xu Qingqing apologized.
Jing Zhen shook her head with a smile and said optimistically, "It's okay. I'm going to put these things up for sale on a second - hand platform anyway. They won't be here for long."
Xu Qingqing felt a bit sorry.
"These things are all brand - new. If you sell them on a second - hand platform, the price will be cut in half!"
Although Jing Zhen also felt sorry, there was nothing she could do.
"This stuff wasn't supposed to be mine in the first place. It's okay."
Xu Yan carried the boxes from the trunk upstairs and walked towards his own room.
Jing Zhen quickly corrected him, "Put them in my room."
Xu Yan looked at Jing Zhen expressionlessly. "Is there enough space in your room?"
"We can squeeze them in."
"Put them in my cloakroom," Xu Yan said generously.
"There aren't many things in my cloakroom. You can come and get them when you need them."
Hearing this, Xu Qingqing looked up at the expressionless Xu Yan in disbelief. She could faintly detect a hint of doting on Xu Yan's face.
Was this still her brother?
Previously, when she couldn't fit her things and wanted to put them in Xu Yan's cloakroom, he flat - out refused.
She never thought that without Jing Zhen even asking, Xu Yan would offer his cloakroom. He really had made progress!
Was this the only way to win a wife?
"I don't need it," Jing Zhen still wanted to refuse.
Xu Yan was too lazy to listen to her. He just carried the boxes upstairs.
Xu Qingqing tried to persuade Jing Zhen, "Sister Jing Zhen, it's okay."
"But..." Jing Zhen's tone was hesitant.
If she put her clothes in Xu Yan's cloakroom, wouldn't she have to go to Xu Yan's room every time she wanted to change clothes?
"My brother doesn't have many clothes. It's a waste for him to have such a big cloakroom. Just put them there. Then you don't have to sell them," Xu Qingqing comforted Jing Zhen with a smile.
This would also help to bring the two of them closer.
Just as Jing Zhen was about to say something else, the alarm on Xu Qingqing's phone went off. It was time to pick up the kids. Xu Qingqing waved to Jing Zhen and winked.
"I have to pick up the kids. Gotta go. Bye."
"Okay... Bye," Jing Zhen felt embarrassed to stop Xu Qingqing.
Xu Qingqing arrived at the kindergarten gate early to wait for the kids. She ran into Liang Mengsong, who was also there to pick up his child.
Since Liang Mengsong found out that Lu Chuanbai would occasionally come to pick up the kids, in order to strike up a conversation with Lu Chuanbai, he always rushed to pick up his daughter with the nanny.
Seeing that it was Xu Qingqing this time, Liang Mengsong was even happier. He came over to greet her.
"Miss Xu Qingqing, you're here to pick up the kids."
"Yeah."
Seeing that it was Liang Mengsong, Xu Qingqing replied politely, thinking that he was the father of her daughter's good friend.
Liang Mengsong didn't care whether Xu Qingqing wanted to listen to him or not. He started asking all kinds of questions.
"I haven't seen you here for a long time. Where have you been?"
Xu Qingqing answered, "I had work in Dongchuan Province. I just got back recently."
"I see," Liang Mengsong nodded. "Do you archaeologists have to fly around all the time? Did you find any treasures this time? How much can they be sold for?"
Hearing Liang Mengsong's money - oriented questions, Xu Qingqing felt that her profession had been insulted. She forced a smile and replied,
"Mr. Liang Mengsong, we protect cultural relics, not sell them."
Can't you just keep your mouth shut if you don't know how to ask questions?
These kinds of questions are so annoying!
She wasn't a tomb - raider. How could she sell the cultural relics that were so hard to dig out?
Seeing that Xu Qingqing's expression wasn't good, Liang Mengsong waved his hand and apologized with a smile.
"Don't blame me. I just wanted to show my concern."
"Thanks for your concern." Yeah, right!
Xu Qingqing rolled her eyes silently in her heart and looked at her watch. The kids would come out in three minutes.
If she had known she would run into Liang Mengsong, she would have just stayed in the car.
Seeing that Xu Qingqing didn't want to talk about archaeology, Liang Mengsong changed the topic.
"How's Xu Yiyi's variety show going? My wife and I watch every episode at home. We've learned a lot of parenting tips from it."