Reborn as a rich woman: rich and leisurely

Her words were like a key, turning on a switch deep in Su Qing's heart.

They sat facing each other on both sides of the long table in the living room. The world around them seemed to have stopped, and only their conversation echoed in the air.

"I know you are lazy and don't like to emphasize anything deliberately. The things you emphasize must make sense. I really think this is very important now." Su Qing continued.

Lin Jing...can you omit the word "very lazy" when you are setting the stage? I'm already very diligent.

Su Qing continued, "If you have your own house, you really have a space of your own. Even if I don't live there, I still feel that it belongs to me."

She paused, and then added: "Besides, having your own house is also a sense of security. No matter how you are disliked by others outside, there is a place you can go back to. This place belongs to you, and only you have the right to use it." and change.”

"At least, if you don't take me in after running away from home, I can still go to my own house."

Lin Jing looked at her with a kind of desire and expectation for the future. She couldn't help but take a deep breath. She didn't know if this was good or not. As far as she knew, Su's father actually loved Su Qing. Can't carry it clearly.

Some people are like this. If you say they are hateful, you can at least make up your mind to break off the relationship, but they are very nice to you and bind you with their emotions.

The most uncomfortable thing is that decades later, when the yin and yang are separated, what I recall is all the good things in the past, and will I regret that I broke off this bondage so easily.

Lin Jing looked at her and reminded her seriously: "Only those who have a home have a home. After all, a house is the sustenance of feelings. A home is a home if there is popularity in the house."

Su Qing looked at Lin Jing with a bit of confusion, "Then should I give the house to my cousin?"

Lin Jing shook her head firmly: "It shouldn't be."

"It's just that you shouldn't hurt the harmony between father and daughter for an outsider."

Su Qing had mixed feelings in her heart. She understood what her father was thinking, but she couldn't understand it, and she didn't want to compromise.

She tried to communicate with her father, hoping to find a compromise that could not only meet her father's requirements but also allow her to live according to her own wishes.

However, every attempt at home ended in failure. Her father's attitude was firm and decisive, making her feel that there was an insurmountable gap.

Su Qing felt helpless and confused. She didn't know what to do.

She didn't want to fall out with her father, but it seemed that she had no other option but to compromise, but compromise was an option she couldn't accept. She felt a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration, as if she was bound by the shackles of reality.

However, she also understands that compromise is not the only option. There are always other ways but she has not thought of it. "Sister Jingjing, you have the best idea, how about you help me find a way."

He is not a giant in thought, and is even more like a dwarf in action. Lin Jing can't think of a way to deal with it.

She wanted to deal with such a relationship in her previous life, but fate didn't give her a chance.

In this life, a kitchen knife has been used to deal with the relationship in the family. She can accept the remaining little entanglements. She really has no reference experience.

But Lin Min was very experienced, "Sister Su Qing, why don't you pretend to be sick."

"What?" Neither Su Qing nor Lin Jing expected that Lin Min, who was doing homework next door, pricked up his ears and eavesdropped.

"What bad idea did you come up with?" Lin Jing scolded. "Are you a child when you pretend to be sick during the Chinese New Year?"

Lin Min...I should still be considered a child, right?

Su Qing thought it was a good idea, "My father loves me so much, pretending to be sick should be useful."

It's easy to come up with ideas, but it's another problem to pretend to be sick.

A small cold can't scare people, and it's hard to pretend to be seriously ill. It seems too unworthy to actually develop a high fever, pneumonia or something like that.

As a result, several people successfully entered the hospital the next day.

The hospital is not far from home, and even though the Chinese New Year is approaching, everyone's idea is to go home to celebrate the New Year. There are very few people in the hospital at this time, and there are only two patients in the large six-person ward.

One is a young man whose hand was blown up by a firecracker, and the other is Uncle Lu who has acute gastroenteritis.

As an old man who loves and enjoys life, even when he is unwell, Uncle Lu's heart is still full of love and pursuit of food.

Pork head meat and wine are part of his life and the source of his happiness. He eats and drinks a little almost every day. His daily meals are fine, but Qin Zichuan's meals are always light.

These days, Zhang Cuiying is in charge, frying with heavy oil, heavy salt and lots of salt, with the goal that everyone will gain ten pounds during the New Year.

No, something is wrong with Uncle Lu.

Originally, he wanted to endure it, but this matter could not be overcome by enduring it. When Kang Xiaojun went to the toilet for the third time and found someone there, no matter how slow he was, he felt that there was something wrong, so he decisively sent Uncle Lu to the hospital.

The matter was not serious. Seeing a person who was weak in less than a day, the doctor still recommended that he stay in the hospital for observation for two days, prescribed an intravenous drip, and asked him to eat light food.

Uncle Lu was cooperative at first. After all, he was a little weak after having a bowel movement. He only had the memory of being hungry in his life. This feeling of endless bowel movements was really uncomfortable.

At this time, most people had never had any infusions and had no drug resistance. After one infusion, Uncle Lu felt like a good man again when he woke up.

When it was noon, I looked at the white porridge in the bowl and thought about his pig head meat and wine again.

"Xiaojun, thank you for your hard work last night."

Kang Xiaojun held the book and read at the side without raising an eyebrow, "It's not hard."

During the Chinese New Year, there were fewer people hospitalized, so even those with hospitalized family members could sleep in the empty hospital beds. The folding beds had been out of business recently. Apart from reading and supervising the reading of a group of children from the Lin family, he was actually quite free.

Uncle Lu felt that this child was not good at all: "You see, hospitalization also costs money. Grandpa, I have nothing to do now, let's just go home?"

"Go home?" Kang Xiaojun adjusted his glasses, "The doctor said he will be under observation for a few days."

Uncle Lu: "I know my own body. I'm already healed. Let's not waste money in the hospital."

"Grandpa, your health is the most important thing." Kang Xiaojun put down the book in his hand and looked at Uncle Lu seriously, "If the doctor thinks there is no problem with your body, we can go home. But if the doctor says no, you still have to Observe it for a few days to make sure there is nothing wrong with your body.”

After listening to Kang Xiaojun's words, Uncle Lu was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "I'm really fine."

Kang Xiaojun: "Then let me ask the doctor?"

"Stop asking." Uncle Lu pretended to be angry, "I know my own body, I, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital!"

"Why do you want to be discharged from the hospital?" Kang Xiaojun asked.