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Chapter 1615 We'll Be Family Sooner or Later
"Erqiang, why are you so absent-minded today?"

In the factory, Ma Suqin stared blankly at Erqiang.

"Huh? Sorry, Master, I was daydreaming." Erqiang was even more stunned.

"Stop thinking nonsense!" Ma Suqin seemed unhappy. "I'm the master and you're the apprentice. Work hard, save more money, and when you're old enough, your master will introduce you to pretty young girls."

Just before, after being beaten by Ma Suqin's gambling husband, Erqiang couldn't stand that such a man had the woman he longed for, and he felt sorry for Ma Suqin, so he directly confessed his feelings, but was rejected by Ma Suqin.

This sudden confession was, of course, a laughable joke to Ma Suqin. She knew she was beautiful, knew many men's eyes were on her, knew the confusion and impulsiveness of men in their adolescence, and knew she was twelve years older than Erqiang…

The age gap and societal expectations are insurmountable barriers.

As for whether she has feelings for Erqiang, at least for now, she doesn't. She's always been kind and good to everyone. It's just that Erqiang's persistence has gradually led to things moving forward.

When she ended up with Erqiang in the original drama, it was partly due to Erqiang's persistent sincerity, partly because she wanted someone to rely on to make things easier, and partly because of a bit of confusion.

The two lived together but had no children, mainly because of Ma Suqin's son with the gambler. Ma Suqin didn't want her son to have any other ideas, and Erqiang, so devoted and single-minded, didn't want Ma Suqin to have any other ideas either. Even if Ma Suqin offered to have a child with Erqiang, he wouldn't agree. They kept delaying, and even having a child became difficult...

To say that Ma Suqin was a bad or scheming person wouldn't be accurate. Diligence, thrift, kindness, and self-reliance were all admirable qualities she possessed. What she pursued and insisted on was raising her son to be successful, unlike his gambling-addicted father.

Erqiang looked at his beloved master, not knowing what to say. But he didn't want to keep anything a secret, so after much deliberation, he decided to tell his master.

After all, he'd already confessed, so there seemed to be nothing left to hide. And to be honest, while he didn't agree with Wang Yan's actions, deep down he was willing. Who, except perhaps a masochist, would enjoy being beaten...?

Besides, even if he doesn't say it, people will find out eventually, so it's better to tell him now so that Ma Suqin can understand.

"Master, there's something I need to tell you."

"Go ahead and say it," Ma Suqin said, busy with her work.

"Your partner might be getting a beating..."

Ma Suqin didn't stop what she was doing. She looked up at Erqiang and asked, "Are you going to find someone to beat him up?"

“It wasn’t me who asked for help, it’s just that I couldn’t keep it a secret, it happened yesterday…” Erqiang recounted the events and introduced Wang Yan, “So after Wang Yan found out, he wanted to… well, reason with me… to stand up for me, and I couldn’t stop him. Master, after you hear this, you’ll understand, I…”

"You have to listen to him too, he's your older brother, right?"

"Roughly the same……"

“I’ve heard of him before. Back then, it caused quite a stir. Several people were executed, and the rest are still not out.”

Ma Suqin sighed, "Go ahead and hit him, as long as he doesn't die. It's not that I'm afraid of killing him, it's just not worth it. He has such a bright future ahead of him, it's really not worth getting angry over such a jerk. But your friend is really good to you."

Erqiang laughed sheepishly, "I've taken advantage of him quite a bit over the years..."

So Erqiang started rambling on about the little things in their lives, and as they worked together, time flew by...

Ma Suqin rode her bicycle home and stood at the entrance of the alley, feeling both hesitant and expectant.

Pushing the cart through the alley, greeting the neighbors, I made my way home.

The children playing in the yard excitedly rushed over, telling their mothers, whom they hadn't seen all day, how much they missed them.

After parking the bicycle, she carried the child and went inside while talking. Then she saw her gambling husband lying on the bed like a dead dog...

He was beaten black and blue, his whole body covered in bruises, and he kept crying out in pain.

“You slut!” he said.

“Bitch!” he cursed.

"You get along so well with your little apprentice, why don't you just have someone beat me to death..." he accused.

Ma Suqin looked at the child in her arms, who was playing with his hands and didn't seem to care about his father lying on the bed.

Then she said, "Don't tell me. Go tell the person who hit you. Let's see if you have the guts. Use the same energy you had when you hit me. Go get your revenge."

"You think I wouldn't dare? Just wait until I'm better, and then we'll see if I can let you off the hook, you little rascal."

Even though the words were harsh, Ma Suqin wasn't angry. She'd heard too many hurtful things and been beaten too many times over the years; she was truly immune. At the same time, her understanding of her gambling-addicted husband told her it was all bluster and empty threats; he was just bragging. She wondered how he'd managed to kneel and kowtow when she was beaten before.

After all, based on Erqiang's description of Wang Yan's style of dealing with people, anyone who dared to bare their teeth and say some harsh words to Wang Yan could easily have their legs broken. But this guy in front of her was cursing with great force, clearly a player who could slide to his knees at lightning speed.

She then let out a sneer, her mockery written all over her face.

The gambling-addicted husband ignored her and went on to say something harsh: "You put some medicine on me!"

"Go to hell! Nobody cares about you!"

"Don't wait until I hit you!"

As Ma Suqin, carrying her child, was about to leave, she turned back and gave him a bright smile: "Do you dare? Heh..."

This was an enormous insult, but the gambler husband was too scared to do anything but lie in bed and curse loudly.

He also cried out in pain, because it aggravated his injuries; there wasn't a single good spot on his body...

The following afternoon, Wang Yan and Sanli returned to the Qiao family home, chatting and laughing. Erqiang, who had returned earlier, had already prepared dinner with the help of Simei. Wang Yan ate dinner with them, and then strolled home with Erqiang.

"Brother Yan, you really hit someone?" Erqiang was still very surprised.

"I already told you yesterday when you asked me, what, you think I was joking with you?" Wang Yan waved his hand. "What did your master say?"

"Tell me to thank you. After you beat her up, her life has become much easier."

"Is it over?"

"Huh..." Erqiang was completely confused, "What else can we do?"

"Didn't they mention divorce or anything?"

"No."

Wang Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Then tell her, what are you waiting for?" "But I already confessed to her before, and she still treats me like a child, I..."

Wang Yan waved his hand to interrupt him and said, "You should think carefully about your relationship with her. You need to understand how you really feel about her. Do you have to be with her for the rest of your life, or is it okay if you don't, or do you just want to sleep with her? Otherwise, you're wasting your feelings. It's upsetting to watch."

"...I don't know either." Erqiang hesitated, stammering, and seemed a little embarrassed that he had come to take a nap.

"I'm telling you to think it through. You need to figure it out before you can take any action. Otherwise, if you just stay clueless all day, you'll be wasting your time, your emotions, your youth, and your youth."

Wang Yan chuckled, "You know Niu Ye, you're on good terms with him. Look at the girls he's with, he changes them all the time, so carefree. Aren't you envious?"

"I'm envious, who wouldn't be? But envy is useless, we don't have the connections to earn as much money as them."

“He may not have money, but he has more girls around him than you do. That’s the difference between you and him. So I’m telling you to think carefully about your attitude towards your good mentor. Once you understand this, you’ll understand life.”

"You're talking in such a mystical way, tell me how you understand it?"

“If you really like it, then continue working in the factory and build a relationship with your mentor. If you don’t like it, then after another year you can quit and start your own business, and make a fortune. No, being a millionaire isn’t rare these days, you can make a hundred or two hundred thousand.”

Erqiang laughed: "Are you dreaming? A million or two? I wouldn't even dare to dream of something like that."

"Can you dream it all out? You have to dare to think and dare to act. You're no less capable than Niu Ye."

"Then why don't you go to my older brother? He's about to graduate, why bother with postgraduate studies? It would be much better if he just did business with you."

"Don't talk nonsense. Brother Yicheng is the most determined. He's made up his mind to take the postgraduate entrance exam, and no one can stop him. Besides, although he doesn't treat me like a child, he doesn't really trust me except when it comes to fighting. You can trust me? We've been brothers for so many years, right? I'll tell you what to do, and you'll do it, and then you'll make a fortune."

"If only it were that simple, I'd do it right now."

Wang Yan shook his head: "So I want you to think clearly about what you really mean to your good master."

Going back to the point, Erqiang stopped talking and silently followed Wang Yan home, where he sat there smoking, spacing out, poking the cat and teasing the dog.

Wang Yan smiled, smoked a cigarette, and then went to the darkroom to develop film, which was almost his daily routine.

He was extravagant with film, taking over a dozen rolls at a time, only developing two or three rolls at a time. He took photos one day a week, and developed the rest every day while at school, which became his daily routine...

Erqiang was always hesitant, even though Wang Yan explained things very clearly to him, Erqiang didn't give any clear indication. He was the kind of person who wouldn't budge even when led by the nose, and would back down even when pushed.

A year later, Si Mei, who had to repeat a year because she missed the final exams, finally endured another year of hardship and managed to get a junior high school diploma. Wang Yan and San Li moved up to the senior year of high school.

Qiao Yicheng finally graduated and spent a year pursuing a master's degree. Erqiang, however, was still undecided…

"Graduation certificate! Graduation certificate! Graduation certificate!"

At noon, Simei happily held her newly received graduation certificate and proudly waved it in front of everyone.

Everyone clapped and celebrated in unison, and even Wang Yan, who was swinging the large ladle, banged the pot with the ladle.

Qiao Yicheng was annoyed by the lively four beauties: "Alright, alright, congratulations. From now on, we four beauties can be considered to have a junior high school diploma, which surpasses many people."

"What's the use? Some people have graduated from university, but they still can't bring a penny home." Such sarcastic remarks always ruin the atmosphere.

Before Qiao Yicheng could retort, Wang Yan interjected, "Uncle Qiao, not to be rude, but Brother Yicheng made it clear last year about taking the postgraduate entrance exam. Why are you still bringing it up?"

“Exactly!” Si Mei pouted. “Brother Min said that if I take the postgraduate entrance exam, I can go to a better company and earn more money.”

“Yes, Dad, things have already been settled for my older brother, so don’t complain.” Sanli also sided with Yicheng.

Erqiang, who was assisting Wang Yan, didn't need to say anything; his attitude was clear.

So Qiao Zuwang snorted irritably: "I think you guys are just trying to rebel! You're all getting too big for your britches and can't be controlled anymore."

"Stop talking, when have you ever interfered?" Yicheng retorted.

After that, Qiao Zuwang drank alone and ate peanuts, no longer wanting to make a fool of himself...

At noon today, they started cooking, and even Wang Yan personally took charge, pushing Erqiang to the second kitchen. They had already set a date to celebrate with everyone.

For everyone except the two leaders, this marks a new journey. Even for Qiao Zuwang, the growth and progress of his children have changed him as well.

"Come on, Wang Yan, Erqiang, you two have a drink too. It would be a waste not to drink with such good food." Qiao Zuwang didn't remember his previous unpleasantness; all he could see was his desire for the wine and the delicious food.

Wang Yan and Er Qiang readily agreed, and the group ate, drank, and chatted together.

"Look at you, so carefree, still laughing? Hurry up and find a job, start earning money to support the family, and repay your old man." Qiao Zuwang looked at his youngest daughter, whose mouth was bulging from eating.

Si Mei muttered, "Then find me a job. I'll go if you ask me."

"You're so young, and you're a girl, you can't do heavy or tiring work. So many people are looking for jobs, who would want you?"

"Then don't say it!"

"Hey……"

Qiao Zuwang expressed his dissatisfaction, but then became even more annoyed by the way the four beauties rolled their eyes at him. He then picked up his cup, took a sip of wine, and spoke to Wang Yan.

"You know a lot of people and have connections, do you have any way to arrange something for our Si Mei? She's your sister, after all."

"Dad!" Qiao Yicheng slammed his chopsticks down, glaring at his father.

"What's wrong? Am I wrong? We'll be family sooner or later. Si Mei is his sister-in-law. What's wrong with helping family? Don't you think so, San Li?"

"Oh dear, Dad~" Sanli blushed. "Look what you've been saying."

"Wang Yan, do you think what I said is right?"

“That’s absolutely right, Uncle Qiao.” Wang Yan nodded repeatedly, raised his glass to his father-in-law, “Uncle Qiao really sees things clearly and thinks things through. I admire you! Come, come, let me toast you, Uncle Qiao.”

Sanli, blushing with embarrassment, slapped Wang Yan hard on the back with a loud thud...

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, and Sanli's face turned even redder...

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