I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Li Shurui, dressed in a maroon, rustic-style cotton pajama, stood by the window, her hair casually tied into a high bun with a hair tie, making her look much bulkier.

Don't mention the Fang family.

She felt a little...

dream.

Does this count as traveling back in time in a time machine?
Fang Qing went to take a shower.

She was alone in the room.

She didn't take the opportunity to rummage through drawers and cabinets to look for any hidden secrets. After all, she had almost finished watching the movie about childhood sweethearts, and she knew the plot by heart, so those minor details were insignificant.

"Ah~"

Li Shurui sighed softly, then pushed open the window, leaving a small crack to allow air to circulate.

A few stars hung sparsely in the sky, their pale light casting a silvery glow on the rooftops and treetops. A gentle breeze, carrying a crisp coolness, swept across the bare branches, casting their shadows on the ground, making this abandoned, marginalized compound for laid-off workers even more desolate.

Li Shurui took out her phone, opened the camera, and pointed the camera outwards.

"Click".

The image freezes.

It's the first time visiting your in-laws' house, so you should make a lasting memory.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

A knock came at the door.

Li Shurui turned around and said, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Pan Hui walked in as expected. Fang Qing wouldn't knock, and Fang Weiguo, being a gay man, was even less likely to disturb her.

"I cooked some bird's nest soup, you and Qingqing should both have some."

Pan Hui was carrying a tray with two small bowls on it.

They even brought out bird's nest; that's definitely a very warm welcome.

Li Shurui quickly stepped forward to help.

"Everyone says that eating bird's nest can beautify the skin and improve complexion, but I don't know if it's true or not."

Two bowls of bird's nest were placed on the bedside table because there was no table and they couldn't fit.

"This was bought for you by Fang Qing, right? You should keep it for yourself."

It's not that their financial situation couldn't support it, but through today's interaction, Li Shurui has come to understand the couple's personalities.

The class divide has been crossed.

However, their mindset didn't "keep up" with it.

"No. Qingqing knows I don't like this kind of thing; it was Tong Dan who suggested it. You should know Tong Dan, right?"

"know."

Li Shurui nodded and smiled, "This stuff really doesn't taste good, and it's troublesome too. It's much more economical and practical than white fungus soup."

These words struck a chord with Pan Hui, who nodded vigorously in agreement. "Yes, it's not much different from white fungus. I don't know why it's so expensive."

"Because it's scarce. Capitalists are also good at storytelling. Take diamonds, for example. They used to be said to last forever, but once lab-grown diamonds came out, they immediately became worthless. There are two kinds of value in a commodity: practical value and emotional value. If everyone can afford it, then its emotional value will be greatly reduced, and thus it will become worthless..."

Li Shurui suddenly stopped. "I'm sorry, Auntie, am I being too long-winded?"

Pan Hui, who was lost in thought, quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, what you said makes a lot of sense. Qingqing would never tell us these things."

Immediately, she looked at Li Shurui, who resembled a friend's child, and said, "You're an entrepreneur, shouldn't you be going like this..."

Li Shurui smiled and said, "Auntie is no outsider. Besides, it's the truth and shouldn't be distorted or embellished. The truly capable entrepreneurs are those who can make consumers clearly understand the attributes of a product, yet still be willing to spend their money. There will only be more and more smart people in the future, so only businesses based on mutual consent can last."

Pan Hui understood; this was the key point.

Unlike some bosses who speak eloquently but whose words are all empty and incomprehensible.

"Xiao Li, you are really outstanding."

"I learned it from Jiang Chen too. It's called 'one is influenced by one's company.'"

Pan Hui didn't feel too bitter at this moment, and even smiled sincerely, "You've been praising him the whole time."

Yes.

How can one not feel moved?

Unlike many girls who constantly criticize their partner's shortcomings and faults, Pan Hui, as a woman herself, does not deny this.

There are differences between men and women. Women tend to be talkative and prone to complaining. At this moment, Pan Hui began to reflect on whether she should praise Lao Fang more in the future.
There is no order of precedence in learning; those who are accomplished are teachers.

Being older doesn't mean you can't learn from younger people.

"Because I really admire him in business, he is my idol."

Pan Hui could clearly see that the girl wasn't acting in front of her; her eyes were sparkling when she spoke.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

The mouth can lie, but the eyes cannot.

"You admire him so much, aren't you afraid he'll become arrogant?"

"Does Auntie mean she's worried he'll bully me?"

Li Shurui laughed and said, "His ambitions are far-reaching. Would a man with mountains and rivers in his heart bother with a woman?"

Pan Hui fell silent, her mood becoming somewhat heavy.

What man could resist a girl like that?

in other words.

How can you defeat a girl like that?
"No wonder Sister Fang Qing likes to stay in Shacheng."

Li Shurui took the initiative to change the subject, looking at the steaming bird's nest on the bedside table, "It's so wonderful to have my mother by my side."

Pan Hui composed herself and continued the conversation, "How is your mother?"

"It's great. Apart from being a little lonely, she has everything she needs. Oh, and she also has a Bernese Mountain Dog to keep her company."

"Mount Bern?"

"It's a dog."

Pan Hui suddenly realized, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, keeping pets is very popular now."

“Dogs are loyal and will never run away,” Li Shurui said softly.

Pan Hui hesitated for a moment, then said, "...You don't need to blame yourself. Children grow up and will have their own lives. Every mother's greatest wish is not for her child to stay with her forever, but to live a wonderful and brilliant life."

Li Shurui remained silent, looking at the other person, "I've always been curious about what kind of family could raise children like Jiang Chen and Fang Qing."

Pan Hui smiled shyly, "That's because they worked hard. We didn't do anything. You saw it yourself. Your Uncle Fang and I are just ordinary people."

"Only miracles can be born from the ordinary, and that is what makes something great."

Pan Hui was dazed and even more embarrassed. She stammered, not knowing what to say, and then noticed the other person's pajamas.

"Why did Qingqing choose this for you?"

Li Shurui raised her arm as if to show it off, "It fits perfectly."

"...But it doesn't suit you."

Li Shurui disagreed and did not try to please others. Instead, she expressed a different opinion, saying, "If Sister Fang Qing can handle it, so can I."

They've even become competitive.

A smile returned to Pan Hui's face as she explained, "I originally bought this for myself, but it was too big when I received it, and returning it would be too much trouble, so I gave it to Qingqing. Take it off, and I'll have her get you another one."

"It's okay, it's too much trouble to change anyway, I feel quite warm."

These days, there are fewer and fewer people who find things "troublesome".

"This……"

Pan Hui shook her head and smiled, and didn't insist any further. She was beautiful, sincere, well-educated, intelligent, and had no airs at all. If Xiao Chen really was just her godson, she would be very happy to have such a goddaughter-in-law.

"Remember to drink bird's nest while it's hot."

After giving her instructions, Pan Hui was about to leave when Fang Qing came in after taking a shower.

"Auntie cooked bird's nest for us, Sister Fang Qing, come and drink it."

Li Shurui greeted them. Fang Qing's pajamas were much more "fashionable," with long sleeves and trousers, made of solid-color silk, exuding an elegant texture, simple and generous. In comparison, according to the Shacheng dialect, Li Shurui looked exactly like a "Tu Ke Ma" (a type of horse).

The arrival of her daughter reminded Pan Hui of something. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a thick red envelope, and stuffed it into Li Shurui's hand.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

Li Shurui was caught off guard.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."

"what?"

Li Shurui portrayed the bewilderment with remarkable skill.

"Take it."

Instead of holding it in her hand, Pan Hui forcibly stuffed the red envelope into her pajama pocket, saying, "Get some rest."

After saying that, she took the tray, turned around, left the room, and closed the door.

"This……"

Surprise and helplessness mingled on Li Shurui's face as she looked at Fang Qing, "Sister Fang Qing, how can I accept this?"

Excuse me?
Excuse me, why don't you just refuse?

You're a young man in your twenties, how can you not be able to persuade an elder who's over fifty?

In a contest of strength, victory is assured.

What is the function of the sound "ah"?
"Give it to me if you don't want it."

Princess Qing was not a person who was extravagant or wasteful.

Li Shurui resolutely refused, even reflexively turning to the side while protecting her purse with her hands, saying, "This is a token of my aunt and uncle's affection, how can I give it to you?"

Damn it.

How could anyone like a woman like that?!

Fang Qing breathed slowly, ignoring everything, and walked straight to the bedside to sit down and put her hair up.

Li Shurui took out the red envelope without any hesitation or reservation, and opened the seal in front of Fang Qing, peeking inside.

Actually, it was unnecessary.

The thickness can be easily felt by touch.

wrong.

The thickness can be felt, but the denomination still needs to be determined.

What if it's ten yuan?
Customs vary from place to place.

"Sister Fang Qing, is the greeting gift in Shacheng really that high? It's usually two thousand where I'm from."

After confirming the amount of the red envelope, Li Shurui quickly looked up, clearly satisfied with it.

"Isn't Qingdao a new first-tier city? Why are you being so stingy?"

Fang Qing retaliated in kind.

"This has nothing to do with which city is first or second-tier; customs may vary from place to place. In many places, people don't celebrate their tenth birthday."

Li Shurui held the sturdy wallet in her hand, her face beaming with joy; she was visibly pleased with herself.

"It was worth it, this trip was definitely worthwhile."

It has nothing to do with magnanimity.

Isn't that infuriating?

Let's put ourselves in that shoes.

Taking away her childhood friend from next door, letting her into her own home, sleeping in her own bed, and even having her parents give her a red envelope—most people would probably fight to the death with a kitchen knife. It's clear how exceptional Fang Qing's self-control is; she didn't even utter a single harsh word, at most saying, "You sleep over there."

Sleeping separately?
Why?

Li Shurui asked without hesitation.

why?
Do we even need to ask why?

However, Fang Qing still offered an explanation, "Make it more spacious."

They have done everything they could to be kind and righteous.

But Li Shurui was not satisfied. "Your bed is big enough for me. Aren't you worried I have athlete's foot?"

They still know how to behave appropriately.

The other party was not mentioned.

Fang Qing smiled, her expression devoid of emotion—a classic "forced smile." Her response was nothing short of classic:
"I trust that guy's taste."

Art has been created!

Li Shurui was caught off guard by this attack; her pupils trembled, and after a long pause, she finally asked, "How do you know he has a foot fetish?"

...! ! !
This is truly a clash of masters!
It was a scene of intense swordplay!
I still remember that in the off-campus live-streaming room, she deliberately changed into Valentino and Balenciaga clothes while on her period, successfully arousing the other person's lust and causing him to pounce on her, proving that he was also a normal man...

"Don't you know what shame is?!"

Fang Qing could no longer tolerate it.

She never inquired about or wanted to know about the private life of her partner and their relationship, but through a few words, the other person forcibly inserted a string of virus code into her mind, which then automatically operated and expanded in her mind.

Human beings progress because of imagination, but sometimes imagination is also the root of suffering!
Li Shurui ignored him, then suddenly seemed to realize something, exclaiming "Oh!" and muttering to herself:

"Sister Fang Qing should know."

"..."

In a contest of "skinny," Li Shurui, who had studied under someone else, undoubtedly held an overwhelming advantage. Fang Qing's face flushed and paled, then she suddenly clutched her abdomen, her eyes filled with pain, "My stomach..."

Li Shurui was startled and quickly went over, sitting down beside her with obvious concern. "What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"

Fang Qing remained silent, her upper body hunched over, her hand gripping the bedside table, seemingly finding it difficult even to maintain a sitting posture.

Li Shurui frowned and immediately reached into her pocket. The red envelope was in her hand, but she couldn't find her phone; it was inside her clothes and she hadn't taken it out.

"Sister Fang Qing, hang in there."

The clothes were hanging on the clothes rack. She immediately stood up, her expression extremely serious, only to have Fang Qing grab her arm.

"Don't call 120, or my parents will find out."

At a time like this, do you even care whether your parents know?!
You need to go to the hospital.

Li Shurui wouldn't listen and insisted on getting her phone, but Fang Qing held her tightly.

"Please press it for me."

Li Shurui was stunned. "Huh?"

"Ah?"

"You don't know how to massage?"

Li Shurui shook her head, her usually cold and sharp face displaying an emotion that could only be described as wooden. "No way—"

"It's okay, just press any button."

"But……"

Li Shurui's gaze fell on her stomach. "Can I massage it?"

"I didn't ask you to press your stomach."

Fang Qing demonstrated on the spot, saying, "The meridians in the body are all interconnected. Just massage your legs, and it can also relieve the pain."

Li Shurui realized what was happening, her brows furrowing even more. She moved her lips, but couldn't help herself, "You wouldn't be..."

"Ouch—"

Fang Qing cried out in pain, clutching her stomach, her expression growing increasingly pained.

Even if you have serious suspicions about the other party, you can't produce any evidence.

Li Shurui seemed to feel something akin to "holding the emperor hostage to command the feudal lords".

She was the one being coerced.

Staring at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on the bedside table, the other clutching her stomach, seemingly in great pain but calmly refusing to call an ambulance, she gritted her teeth, as if enduring a heavy burden of humiliation.
"Okay. I'll give you a massage!" (End of Chapter)