They even talked about salaries.
Whose salary is three hundred thousand?!
He suspected there was sothing fishy, but co on, admit it, it’s a betrothal gift!!!
It’s really unfair to use such an absurd excuse, thinking he’d believe it at his age. No way, he’s nearly fifty and has seen too much in life.
"Oh oh, betrothal gift, betrothal gift, Dad, Teacher Zhang has been teaching for seven years, I’ve won the national scholarship for three years, we’re both good at school, and we’ve even helped revive your clinic."
Song Wanqing chid in again.
"..."
Old Song glanced at the rear-view mirror inside the car.
He was about to speak but held back.
Truly, daughters grow up and can’t be kept at ho; just look at how she’s already siding with others before even getting married. How is he supposed to respond to that!
Soon, Zhang Lingchuan was dropped off at the Ji Da Agricultural Departnt.
At the school gate.
"Goodbye, Master Zhang. I’ll think about the favor next ti."
Song Wanqing got out to take Zhang Lingchuan’s things from the trunk.
Then she gave a cheeky smile.
These past seven days were among the happiest of her life.
Hehehe.
What if she wants this for a lifeti?
"Alright..."
What could Zhang Lingchuan say?
After all, he still owed a favor there.
He could only hope she would cause less trouble next ti.
"Don’t be afraid, Master Zhang, I won’t eat you~"
She smiled, showing her little canine teeth.
"Xiaozhang, we’re leaving now."
Soon both sides said their goodbyes.
Song Wanqing took the passenger seat.
Song Wenqing waved, and the father and daughter drove off.
"Qingqing! That’s ridiculous! When did I ever say anything about a three hundred thousand betrothal gift! What will Xiaozhang think?!"
However, as soon as they started driving, Old Song grumbled at his daughter.
He was, of course, talking about the betrothal gift issue.
He had never said anything about a three hundred thousand betrothal gift; he had only ntioned sothing about a return gift.
"Ahem, Dad, do you want to hear the truth or a lie about the betrothal gift?"
Seeing her father’s anxious look, Song Wanqing, with a smile in her eyes, asked.
"Of course I want to hear the truth. Why would I want to listen to a lie when everything’s fine."
Song Wenqing replied, not in a good mood.
Who would want to hear a lie in such a situation anyway.
"Actually, I was just kidding earlier. That three hundred thousand is indeed Teacher Zhang’s salary for , not a betrothal gift."
Song Wanqing told her father truthfully.
But she thought her dad probably wouldn’t believe it, because the situation with Teacher Zhang giving thirty thousand had already created a fixed impression on him.
Honestly, she never dread Teacher Zhang would be so straightforward.
"???"
"Rebellious, huh? Do you think I’m senile?"
Sure enough, Song Wenqing frowned.
Whose salary is three hundred thousand? What are you doing, robbing a bank together or sothing?
"Dad, just look at my sincere expression. I’m really, really not lying to you. Last month, Teacher Zhang earned six hundred thousand net, and he said he’d give half to . If you don’t believe , you can ask Teacher Zhang."
At this mont, waiting at a red light, Song Wanqing continued.
"Rehearsed lines, right? Qingqing, your dad’s not old yet. I noticed sothing fishy between you two when we returned from Qing County. Let’s just say I won’t stand in the way if you’re in love. Anyway, the future world belongs to you youngsters. As for this betrothal gift money, I won’t touch it either; if he gives thirty thousand, I’ll return the sa thirty thousand to you."
Even if Xiaozhang really had a six hundred thousand inco last month, why would he give thirty thousand to his daughter?
His daughter didn’t really do anything, just helped with so filming and posting, and got so much money? Song Wenqing absolutely didn’t believe it, plus they had double-crossed him before.
So today, he laid it all out. Youngsters could pursue their happiness; he wouldn’t stand in the way. As for the betrothal gift money, he wouldn’t spend it.
As for other customs around the country, he didn’t know. But the custom in their hotown was that whatever the groom’s family gave as a betrothal gift, the bride’s family would return as much as a gift because the woman was being invited into another family to beco its mistress, and they needed to provide enough support.
"Ugh ugh ugh..."
Song Wanqing rubbed her forehead.
She should have asked Teacher Zhang to bring the full six hundred thousand.
"What’s wrong? Why so unhappy? Are you reluctant to leave your old dad when you get married?"
Old Song smiled and asked.
After all, daughters...
Many of them cry their hearts out when they get married.
To be honest, he would definitely cry if his daughter got married.
Though it’s said a man doesn’t cry easily, the follow-up is that he only cries when deeply moved.
"Dad, actually, Teacher Zhang said he wanted to give a million as a betrothal gift."
Song Wanqing said this firmly at the mont.
"???"
Next mont, Old Song’s face was full of question marks.
Ti quickly reached ten o’clock.
By then, Zhang Lingchuan had returned to his dormitory, washed up, and was lying on the bed.
[Song Wanqing]
"Teacher Zhang, we’ve arrived ho. Old Song said he’d give back the thirty thousand betrothal gift you gave him, so I quickly added that you’re actually preparing to give a million as a betrothal gift. Clever, right~"
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He saw the ssage Song Wanqing sent over.
"Aren’t you afraid of emptying Old Song’s savings?"
Zhang Lingchuan shook his head, overwheld.
Wanqing really... treated her old father too well.
"No worries, no worries, I’m telling you, Old Song has plenty of savings hidden; we can just convert it~"
They chatted a bit.
The ti ca to ten past ten.
[Li Ziqing]
"Senior Zhang, the National Day holiday is over. Imrsing myself in study every day, I feel more spirited. Going to sleep early tonight~"
Then ca another ssage from Li Ziqing.
Her ssages were consistently tily every day.
During the National Day holiday, she ntioned that her study efficiency was higher, and she completed many sets of test papers.
"Excellent as you! Feels like you can directly pass the sixth level."
Zhang Lingchuan replied to the ssage.
After all, she reported her situation every day, so he couldn’t just be cold; he had to respond a bit.
But he guessed that this girl was really working hard on her studies, probably even avoided phone news, TikTok, and Weibo; otherwise, she would have ntioned him going viral.
"Haha, to be honest, I did a sixth-level test and got a passing score."
Li Ziqing replied smilingly to his ssage.
"Eh... Mom, why are you doing yoga on the bed?"
After sending the ssage, Li Ziqing went to fetch sothing.
She discovered her mom was doing yoga on the bed.
Speaking of, her mom had been acting oddly during this National Day and had gone out with friends several tis.
"At my age, I need to work out to prevent aches and pains."
Li Peixia said at that mont.
"Oh..."
Since her mom said that, Li Ziqing didn’t say much and returned to her room.
After all, her mom used to practice yoga too.
Though it had been a long break.
Ti quickly moved to the next morning.
And on this very day at Le City First People’s Hospital.
"Yinyin, my bone marrow test report is out, and I’m feeling anxious now, what should I do!"
Liu Jiangping’s test report to determine if she had leukemia was finally out, but she was currently in a very anxious state, even her hands were trembling, too scared to open the report.
After all, it was the report that decided her fate, whether she would live or die in the second half of her life.
"You have to check it at so point, Pingping, open it, and I’ll go with you to find the doctor afterwards."
Jiang Yinyin had been hospitalized for five days; her overall state improved a lot, and she could be discharged.
However, she still needed to use crutches.
"Mm!"
Liu Jiangping gathered her courage and focused her gaze on the phone screen.
It clearly stated bone marrow biopsy... and three other pieces of information.
[Le City First People’s Hospital Clinical Laboratory]
"Bone Marrow Biopsy Result Report"
With a slight move of her finger, she opened her first report.
In the next instant, her heart, which had been hanging all this while, finally...
... died.
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