"Little Five, didn't you have a falling out with your family? Why is your brother still willing to help you? "Su Hong asked.
Little Five raised her eyebrows and said proudly, "Who said Chen Li? I'm talking about my big brother in the underworld. My skills were taught to me by my brother."
Everyone looked at each other.
Zhuang Suqiu coughed and said, "Little Five, stealing is not a legitimate profession. After you get out of prison, you should find something else to do."
Little Five frowned at the mention of this. "Sister Qiu, are you looking down on me?"
In the underworld, friendship and face were the most important things. At Little Five's age, she was hot-blooded.
"It's not that I'm looking down on you. How about this, after you get out of prison, I'll introduce you to a new job in my company. You can be a receptionist or a clerk. The salary is stable and high."
A clerk in the Zhuang Yu Group had to be a first-rate graduate to be able to enter.
Little Five was unhappy. Although she did not say anything, her expression was already very ugly.
She was probably still upset that Zhuang Suqiu looked down on her pickpocketing job.
"Earn a living with your skills. Those who are not as good as others have to pay. That's not third-rate."
This voice was clear and calm. It was Fu Yingxiang, who rarely participated in discussions.
Everyone was stunned.
They all thought that she was an otherworldly person and would scoff at this kind of thing. However, when she spoke, it reminded them that she was also caught for stealing. Thus, they understood her words.
Fu Yingxiang was not only trying to absolve herself.
She smiled faintly, but she was persistent.
"For example, stealing, winning the lottery, gambling, and cheating. These so-called shortcuts to get rich overnight are actually all based on one's own skills. People spend ten years at home to sharpen their skills. Most of them live a dark life because of this to support their families. Earning a little money is understandable, isn't it?"
Hearing this, even Ye Huanyan raised her head and stared at her, unable to move her eyes away.
It was the first time she heard someone speak so confidently about these opportunistic and even illegal activities. Moreover, this person was such an elegant and refined woman.
Fu Yingxiang seemed to have realized that everyone was looking at her strangely. She smiled awkwardly and said, "I was just saying it casually. Don't take my personal opinion seriously."
Among the crowd, only Zhuang Suqiu looked at her with a hint of understanding.
On the surface, he said that he wouldn't investigate her background, but she had to know what kind of dangerous person was living next to her, right?
The five of them kept changing the topic. Xiao Wu and Su Hong, who loved to chat, took the lead. When they were almost done, the topic finally landed on Ye Huanyan.
She was the last to arrive. What everyone knew about her was what she said a few days ago. There wasn't much to talk about. After all, it was a sad thing for her. Moreover, this sad thing was right in front of them. It had only been less than half a month.
It was just that the topic had changed, and it didn't seem good to ignore her.
In the end, it was Su Hong who asked cautiously, "Sister Yan Yan, what do you plan to do after you go out? Are you going back to that scumbag? "
Ye Huanyan was silent for a few seconds. "I haven't thought about it yet."
Since she was in prison, she had been thinking about the grievances between her and Ling Han, plus the entanglement between Sheng Anran and the other two. At the beginning of her one-year sentence, she hadn't thought about what would happen after she got out of prison.
Xiao Wu jumped a little, poured the dirty water with cream foam in the basin, and spat, "Don't go back to that scumbag even if you die. Let him and that stinking shameless Sheng Anran go there. Sister, wait for me to get out of prison and help you clean them up."
Su Hong gave her a white look. "Little brat, what do you know?"
Zhuang Suqiu naturally understood Ye Huanyan's confusion and helplessness at the moment. She wiped her hands and patted her on the shoulder with dry hands.
"You've been in this place long enough. What can't you understand? You'll always get over it."
Ye Huanyan looked at her in a daze. "Sister, have you gotten over it?"
"I've gotten over it, and I still have enough time to think about how to get all the things that originally belonged to me back little by little after I get out of prison."
"Do you still want to go back to him?"
"It's not that I want to go back, but he wants me to go back." Zhuang Suqiu's eyes were somewhat unfathomable.
"Yan Yan, you have to believe that men prefer weak women. I came to prison for him. His guilt for me is enough to make me an irreplaceable existence for a long time, and so are you."
When Zhuang Suqiu got up to dry the sheets, Ye Huanyan squatted on the ground and looked at her back in a trance.
Using the psychology of guilt?
But what if she didn't want to?
From the beginning to the end, all she wanted was his heart.
At the side, Xiaowu lowered his head and pondered whether it was noble or not to rely on one's ability to make a living. Fu Yingxiang, on the other hand, stared at Ye Huanyan with a thoughtful look. Only Su Hong stared at the two of them. She glanced left and right and was speechless. It was as if she was watching a drama about the grudges between the rich and powerful.
After watching the drama, she carried a basin of dirty sheets and ran to look for Zhuang Suqiu. She probably wanted to continue to discuss the problem of how many bedrooms there were in the rich's house.
After a while, Xiao Wu carried the basin and went to dry the sheets.
Only Ye Huanyan was left standing there in a trance.
"Yan Yan, don't be sad. Time will let you think about everything clearly. Even if you can't, you might not be willing to think about it in the end."
Fu Yingxiang's voice was very clear, as if a mountain spring flowed through one's heart, making one feel comfortable and pleasant.
Her words and actions were always like this. She knew when to advance and when to retreat. Even when she was talking to you, she would maintain the right distance. She would not be too intimate and make people vigilant, but she would not be too cold and make people disappointed.
Ye Huanyan nodded. She had heard her good intentions, but how could the pent-up resentment in her heart be dispelled with just a few words?
In fact, Fu Yingxiang had already washed the bedsheets and blankets in the basin. She wrung them dry and placed them in the plastic basin. Her hands were clasped together as she squatted on the ground and looked at Ye Huanyan. Even though Ye Huanyan's mind wasn't here, she could tell that Fu Yingxiang was in a trance.
"Yingxiang, what's wrong with you?"
Originally, it was just a guess, but after asking, she saw Fu Yingxiang frown. Ye Huanyan knew that she guessed correctly. "What's troubling you?"
"It's nothing. It's just that Third Sister left today and I forgot to ask her about something. I only remembered it now and felt a little vexed."
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned. "What's the matter?"
"I want to tell my brother that I'm safe. He still doesn't know that I'm in prison, and I don't know if anyone is looking for me."
"Ah?" Ye Huanyan was stunned. "Shouldn't the prison send someone to contact your family?"
"When I was young, my parents divorced early. My father took my brother with him and left. After my mother passed away, it was my brother who helped me in private. Three years ago, my brother got married and moved out of the house. These past few years, it hasn't been easy for him. He only comes to visit me during the holidays. He doesn't usually contact me."
Fu Yingxiang's eyes could not hide the grief in her eyes. Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned. She thought that if she still had relatives alive, they would be in as much pain as her, so she held her hand.
"It's okay. Whoever gets out first will help you pass the message."
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