Song Hui's pregnancy and childbirth meant that she did not have to work, nor did she have to repay the loan.
What about in the future?
If she did not go to work and become a housewife, Wang Zijun would support her. If she went to work, she would have to use most of her salary to repay the mortgage. Their wedding house was worth at least a million yuan. It was easy for a rich man like Wang Zijun, but for Song Hui, there might not be much left of her salary.
Then, she would have to go to Boss Ma to chop her hands … That was it.
Therefore, whether she was a housewife or going to work, the financial power was in Wang Zijun's hands. The salary she earned from work was used to repay the mortgage.
That was great.
Although Wang Zijun would not make things difficult for her, she did not have much money on hand. If she wanted to buy something, or if there was something on her mother's side, or if she wanted to go out with her friends, it would be easy if she had a salary. But now, she had to use a million-yuan house to add a name to it.
If she wanted to spend money, she had to tell Wang Zijun. If she wanted Wang Zijun to give her money happily, she had to make Wang Zijun feel comfortable …
Using a house as a condition to directly control Song Hui's financial lifeline and gain control of the family was too great.
Simply put, Song Hui could not cause any trouble. If she wanted to live a comfortable life, she had to live happily with Wang Zijun. Fighting with her would only make her feel bad.
Unless they got a divorce, she had to live a stable life.
On the other hand, Wang Zijun did not have to do anything. As long as he did not be a jerk and lived a good life with her, Song Hui would automatically become a good wife and mother that he liked.
"This marriage of yours …"
Xu Qing did not know how to evaluate it. The economic foundation determined the superstructure. If Song Hui had to choose between the house and the economy, she would choose the latter. This also explained something.
"I'm going to be a father without warning." Wang Zijun did not finish smoking and extinguished the cigarette halfway.
"Are you quitting smoking?" Xu Qing asked.
"You could tell?" Wang Zijun looked at the extinguished cigarette under his feet and could not help but shake his head.
"It's good to quit smoking."
Xu Qing smiled and took a sip of his coffee.
"I won't be able to party until midnight every day in the future. It seems like I'm going to become like you …" Wang Zijun mocked himself. Previously, he thought that Xu Qing had suddenly become a pirate. Now that he looked at it, wasn't he the same?
He even wanted to quit smoking.
Half of the morning passed by outside the café. When it was time to say goodbye, Wang Zijun showed a hint of exhaustion. He waved at Xu Qing and got in the car without saying anything.
Xu Qing stood at the intersection for a while. Touching the two invitations in his pocket, he let out a long sigh and turned to leave.
…
August 4th.
The two packages arrived at the same time.
SF Express and the postman met in the neighborhood and handed two big boxes to Xu Qing.
The postman watched as Xu Qing easily picked up the heavy pile of books he was holding in his arms. He could not help but look at him.
Practicing martial arts strengthened not only the body but also the will. This was what Xu Qing suddenly realized when he was pressed down by Jiang He.
One had to stick to the weird posture of practicing the stance. The effect of training the will was stronger than training the lower body. Therefore, practicing the stance was the first step to practicing martial arts. One would not cry out in pain or pain.
It was the same for resisting the cold. It was not that martial artists could not feel the cold, but they could endure it.
At first, it was uncomfortable to be pressed down by Jiang He, but gradually it was not so uncomfortable. Instead, it was a little enjoyable. This was probably the reason … Xu Qing thought so. He carried the two big boxes back and gave a pile of books to Jiang He.
He wanted her to experience the joy of unpacking.
"What's that?" Jiang He looked at the other box in Xu Qing's hand.
She weighed it in her hand and knew what it was.
"High-tech."
Xu Qing held the box and shook it. It was bought earlier than the books, but because it was custom-made, it was a little slower. It arrived at the same time as the books.
Should he give it to her in a few days, or heal the trauma of opening the books now … Xu Qing looked at Jiang He's reluctant look of opening the package and smiled.
There was a large pile of books. The three volumes took up three thick ones. The six volumes of Dune were even thicker.
The rest were for Jiang He's use. There were also two copies of The Reader, which were randomly given out by the store.
Jiang He opened the package, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can. Then she took the books and put them on the bookshelf. She carefully sorted them and arranged them neatly.
Although it was a headache to read so many books, she still had to respect knowledge.
She was a scholar …
Jiang He took a deep breath and looked at the bookshelf. Most of them were novels, which made her feel a lot more relaxed.
"Reading for the rise of China!"
“？”
Facing Xu Qing's puzzled gaze, she patiently explained, "I looked it up on Baidu. Why do people read?"
"Good ambition!"
Xu Qing gave her a thumbs up and handed the box in his hand to her. "You can open this too."
"What is it?"
Jiang He took it and asked. She shook it first. Although it was a little heavy, it was definitely not a book.
She tore the tape with her hands and opened it. A self-balancing bike appeared in front of her.
"This is … what high-tech?" She blinked and looked at Xu Qing.
"It feels like flying. You don't need to ride a bicycle when you fish. You can just step on it … Remember the Wind Flame Wheel? It's similar to that, except it can't fly. "
Xu Qing helped her demonstrate as he said. He seemed to remember taking her to watch a movie related to Journey to the West. She was even envious of Nezha's Wind Flame Wheel.
She stepped on the self-balancing bike and swayed around the living room. Xu Qing let Jiang He try it.
The self-balancing bike was generally not very useful. It was just a toy for novelty. However, it should be very useful in the hands of Jiang He. She asked Gong Ping to go fishing and ride a bicycle. Now that she bought a fishing rod, it was not so convenient to ride a bicycle back when the big fish was too heavy.
But now, she could carry a fishing rod on her shoulder and carry her little red bucket in her hand. She could run around on the self-balancing bike.
Jiang He's balance was very good. It was much faster than Xu Qing. After walking around the living room, she looked very surprised.
"This is a treasure!"
"Of course."
"Do those people on TV who pretend to be ghosts use this to float past?"
"… Maybe." Xu Qing was taken aback by her sudden train of thought.
When he chose this gift, he remembered that Jiang He and Gong Ping went rollerblading last time. He wanted to buy a pair of roller skates, but considering that she often went fishing, he changed it to this.
"There are words engraved on it."
Jiang He picked up the self-balancing bike and found the words "Little He Miao" at the bottom.
"Yes, it's exclusive to you."
This was the custom-made part.
Jiang He's unhappiness from opening a pile of books was swept away. She picked up the phone next to her and took pictures to share with her friends. "Why did you suddenly buy this?"
"You've been here for almost a year. This is a gift."
"A year?"
"Almost. About ten days."
"…"
Jiang He stopped taking pictures.
It had been a year.
It seemed very long, but it also seemed very short … A year ago, she was still in the village. Now that she thought about it, it seemed like a previous life.
"There are more and more things that belong to you. How do you feel?" Xu Qing asked.
"I feel …"
Jiang He's gaze passed through Xu Qing and gazed into an unknown distance. The events of the past gradually became blurry.
"I'm very happy."
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