Xinyan really didn’t think in the direction He Jinxuan suggested.
The meaning of what he just said was quite deep. It wasn’t just as simple as Yao Hui borrowing money from her; there might be someone with ulterior motives, so it seems she needs to be more vigilant these days.
After returning, she went straight into the space, and after washing up, she hurriedly went up to the study on the second floor to test her learning results.
She picked up the Medicinal Properties Poem placed on top and started flipping through it. Although she stumbled a bit, it was much better than before. She wasn’t in a hurry to read further, thinking it would be better to look at it more carefully after mastering it.
The dry rations prepared a few days ago were already used up. The mixed flour fermented before dinner was now ready, and she was in a good mood today. She went outside to pick a pumpkin, steamed it, mashed it, and kneaded it into the dough to make pumpkin-flavored buns. The rest she oiled, added chopped green onions, ground Sichuan pepper, and salt, and steamed into flower rolls.
She made all the eggs she just traded into stewed eggs, pickled a small jar of spicy and sour cucumber strips, and cooked a large pot of millet pumpkin porridge for storage, which would be enough for several days.
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On the other side, Qiu Qingmei, under Han Chunli’s coaxing and deception, combined with the temptation of promising a college slot and assistance in finding her biological parents, finally nodded in agreement to donate a kidney to Ji Xiaowen.
The hospital there quickly conducted all pre-surgery checks, and the surgery date was swiftly set.
Qiu Qingmei has been accompanied by pain, conflict, and worry these days.
She is very scared and helpless, just afraid of any mishap that might cost her life, after all, it’s organ removal from her body for someone else.
She mentioned to Han Chunli about wanting to call her parents in East Province, but the request was mercilessly denied, with the promise that arrangements would be made after the surgery.
She wishes for all this to end soon, yet fears the arrival of the surgery day, sitting in bed hugging her knees lost in thought all day.
Han Chunli, to ensure everything goes smoothly, hasn’t gone to the hospital to accompany her daughter these days, staying at the guesthouse with Qiu Qingmei, fearing she might change her mind.
Han Jingchen was looking at those investigation materials: "So, the surgery time has been arranged on that side?"
Su Jingsong nodded: "Yes."
Han Jingchen suddenly laughed: "Is there any news from those sent to find Qiu Shaocheng?"
Su Jingsong shook his head: "Haven’t found anyone yet, but we did find some clues, and they are heading there these days."
Han Jingchen put down the information in his hand, walked to the window, and exuded a cold air: "Qiu Jouxuan and his wife’s courage is not small at all, since they took the money and did nothing, and even harbored improper thoughts, they should pay the price."
Su Jingsong understood the meaning of these words: "Yes, I’ll have someone take care of it."
He turned around intending to leave, only to hear Han Jingchen coldly say: "Do it naturally, don’t let anyone see any flaws."
Su Jingsong understood this, and then he walked out the door.
He was anxious about the Qiu Family’s stupidity, wondering why they were so greedy, turning what should have been an act of goodwill into a cunning scheme.
Now, because of his own greed, while harming his daughter, he also pushed the Qiu Family into a bottomless abyss.
He went back to where he was staying, dialed a phone number directly, and after a simple explanation of the matter: "Be thorough in your task."
The other side agreed before hanging up the phone.
At this time, Qiu Shaocheng, whom Han Jingchen had people searching for, was squatting in a courtyard sighing.
A woman beside him frowned watching him: "Shaocheng, what can we do about this? Weigang isn’t married yet, and if this gambling debt can’t be repaid, they really will break his arms and legs, then how will he ever marry and have children."
The current Qiu Shaocheng no longer had his old shrewd look; now he looked more like a downright farmer: "This matter can’t be rushed. I’ll take a trip out tomorrow, have Weitie find Hu San to send a message over there, and give us five more days. I’ll definitely get the money together by then."
The woman wanted to say something more, but Qiu Shaocheng stopped her: "Yuzhi, don’t ask anymore. Help me pack a change of clothes, and I’ll go to the branch secretary to open a letter of introduction; I’ll leave immediately."