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"Uncle Fang, do you see this? It's symmetrical along the central axis, faces south, has a spacious hall, and gathers auspicious energy. This is truly a king-of-the-hill building."

Fidelity Plaza.

Bibo Road.

Yuhu Yipin, a landmark high-end residential area in Shacheng... is opposite.

Fu Zili stood on the sixteenth floor, acting as a temporary "intermediary," speaking with intonation and eloquence.

“Go downstairs, cross the street, and you’ll find Zhongshan Park. In the evenings, when you have nothing to do, you can go for a stroll with Aunt Pan. It’s like turning the largest Zhongshan Park in the country into your own backyard.”

Fang Weiguo looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the lush, sparkling scenery. "That's an exaggeration. If you're talking about using Zhongshan Park as a back garden, only Guandi can do that, since the back gate is right in the park."

Fu Zili, who lives in the Guandi residence, smiled and said, "So, Uncle Fang, now that we live close by, you can come visit me anytime."

"Zili, this house is too big."

Even though she already knew the area was over a hundred square meters, seeing it in person still exceeded Pan Hui's expectations. Looking at the fully renovated house, which was almost ready to move in, she questioned, "Is this really only one hundred and one?"

"Of course. Aunt Pan, although this is a resettlement house, all the paperwork is complete. It will all be written on the property certificate when we go to apply for it."

"Why do I feel like this is at least one hundred and fifty or sixty?"

Pan Hui still felt something was wrong. Although their old house was only about 60 square meters, it didn't mean she hadn't seen big houses before. As soon as she came in, she felt that this place was much bigger than the 100-square-meter houses she had ever seen.

"Aunt Pan, do you know what the problem is?"

"where?"

"Because there is no shared area in modern houses. The reason you feel that this place is more than 110 square meters is because the previous houses that were said to be 100 square meters had a lot of inflated area. They were advertised as 100 square meters, but the actual usable area was only about 80 square meters. Now, the actual usable area is exactly the advertised area. So it's not that this place is bigger, but that the previous houses were 'inflated'."

Pan Hui suddenly realized, "No wonder. The policies these days are getting better and better."

"No."

"The renovation must have cost a lot of money." Fang Weiguo turned around and switched from the exterior to the interior. Fu Zili had just led them on a tour of all the areas. Not only was there underfloor heating throughout the house, but there was also high-end wallpaper, air conditioning, a multi-functional washing machine, a dishwasher, and even a robot vacuum cleaner.

In other words, there's not much that needs to be configured at all.

This isn't the standard for fully furnished apartments.

"Uncle Fang, it's because the renovation took a bit more effort that it took a little longer to complete."

Fu Zili said apologetically.

Fang Weiguo waved his hand, "We should thank you. You saved us so much trouble in one go. If your Aunt Pan and I had to do the renovation, it would have been a lot of work and time, and who knows how long it would have taken."

"As long as Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan are satisfied with the renovation, that's fine."

"Satisfied? Of course I'm satisfied. In the past, I would never have dared to dream of living in a house like this."

Pan Hui's half-serious, half-joking remark.

The new Chinese style, a light luxury style, inherits the oriental etiquette and integrates the ancient elegance with modern leisure, making it suitable for all ages. It is equipped with classic elements such as grilles, window lattices, and ink painting soft furnishings, which definitely took a lot of effort.

"We appreciate your kind gesture, but we'll have to cover the cost of the renovations."

To prevent the other party from refusing, Fang Weiguo said, "Otherwise, the neighbors will gossip."

He mimicked the tone of the gossip, "Hey, why is Old Fang's house different from ours? We all got resettlement housing, why is he so special? It's not fair..."

Both the older and younger generations laughed.

"Row."

Fu Zili looked at Qing Gege, who had come with her parents to inspect the house, and said, "I'll send the bill to Fang Qing later."

Fang Weiguo nodded, "That's right. Our lives are getting better and better, no one will care about this small amount of money, right?"

Fu Zili laughed heartily, "Uncle Fang, you're getting funnier and funnier."

"With such a big house, cleaning will be a real hassle."

"Didn't you see those machines? In the future, we won't need to do things like washing dishes or mopping the floor ourselves. Technology is changing our lives."

“Yes, Aunt Pan, there’s not much to do about hygiene. We can just hire a housekeeper every month. It won’t cost much. It’s time for you and Uncle Fang to enjoy your retirement.”

"But I don't know how to use these things."

Pan Hui said somewhat embarrassedly.

"If you don't know how, just learn. At our age, we're still in our prime according to the national legal age, and using our brains more can reduce the chances of developing Alzheimer's disease."

"Uncle Fang, there's an activity center in the community where you can play mahjong sometimes."

Fang Weiguo nodded, his gaze returning to Fu Zili's face. "Alright, I've taken up a lot of your time. Go on with your work. In the future, you don't need to come personally for these kinds of small matters."

"What am I busy with? I'm just bored."

"Really? Nine times out of ten, the construction of a public toilet in Shacheng is related to your company. How can you be so idle?"

"The lower class labors, the middle class labors, and the upper class labors."

Fang Weiguo gave a thumbs up and praised, "Being a big boss really changes how you talk."

"Uncle, you know what kind of education I have. It's all because I've been influenced by high-achieving students like Fang Qing and Jiang Chen."

"Oh, right."

Pan Hui immediately asked, "Is Xiao Chen's house next door?"

"of course."

Fu Zili laughed and said, "It's even closer than before. You can see his master bedroom window from the master bedroom window."

"What's the use of being here now? When a great roc spreads its wings, how can this tiny nest possibly contain it?"

Fang Weiguo said softly, his eyes filled with wistfulness, as if he were thinking of something, perhaps the guests who had visited not long ago.
“If you’re uncultured, shut up. What’s with all the nonsense you’re spouting?” Pan Hui slapped him.

"The Golden-Winged Roc is Buddha's uncle. Even the Dragon King has to treat him with respect. What's wrong with this analogy?"

Fang Qing quietly walked to the side, perhaps a little tired, and sat down at the tea table.

"Should we go check on Jiang Chen?"

Fu Zili interrupted the couple's argument.

Pan Hui was somewhat tempted, but Fang Weiguo shook his head and said, "Forget it, he's not here. Let's wait until he comes back sometime."

Ok.

Also.

A sense of boundaries is still necessary.

Although I watched him grow up, we are not related by blood, and he is not my biological son.

"Qingqing, are you tired again?"

Pan Hui gave up the idea of ​​going next door for a stroll and found her daughter sitting down to the side.

Recently, she noticed that her daughter was acting strangely. She was excessively sleepy, sometimes sleeping until noon. And even after sleeping for so long, she didn't seem to have much energy when she woke up. Like now, she would rather sit than stand, completely lacking the vitality of a young person, which is very different from before.

When my daughter was little, even if she did her homework until late at night and got up at seven o'clock in the morning to go to school, she was always full of energy.

Could it be due to the climate?

It's winter.

It is also easy to feel tired.

"Take a break."

"..."

Look.

They're not as energetic as those old guys.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, do you want to take another look?" Fu Zili raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "It's about time. If not, let's go get some lunch. There are many restaurants across the street."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work all day, this meal is on me."

"Then I'll have to pick a good restaurant."

Just as Fang Weiguo and Fu Zili were chatting and laughing, Fang Qing's expression suddenly changed, her back straightened, and she quickly clenched her teeth.

Human willpower is strong, but it cannot suppress physiological reactions, just as even the strongest woman cannot control her menstrual cycle.

The more I suppressed it, the more intense the feeling of nausea became.

"vomit--"

Unable to restrain herself, Fang Qing hunched over, got up, covered her mouth, and ran to the bathroom.

The sudden turn of events left Fang Weiguo and the other two stunned.

"what happened?"

Fang Weiguo asked instinctively.

叔。

how could I know?

Fu Zili looked puzzled.

Pan Hui was also baffled. She stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then quickly followed and saw her daughter gagging at the sink, the bathroom door still open. She rushed in and patted her daughter's back, asking, "What's wrong?"

Fang Qing couldn't answer her mother; she just kept vomiting, which made Pan Hui feel extremely distressed.

"Aunt Pan, hot water."

Fu Zili brought over hot water and was quite surprised to see Fang Qing vomiting so badly.

"Thank you, Zili, you can go out now."

"Okay."

Fu Zili left the restroom.

It took nearly ten minutes for Fang Qing's condition to improve. Her face was pale, her lips were colorless, and she was supporting herself on the sink with both hands. Her reflection in the mirror showed a sickly appearance.

Rinse her mouth with hot water to warm her stomach, and Pan Hui patted her back, "Are you feeling better?"

Fang Qing wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, slowly exhaled, and then actually managed a smile, "Mom, I'm fine."

"You still say you're fine! I think you're about to throw up your bile."

Pan Hui had only felt something was off lately, but hadn't thought much of it. However, her daughter's unexplained vomiting today made her very worried. "Are you feeling unwell? Mom will take you to the hospital."

That's good now.

A flicker of panic crossed Fang Qing's eyes, and her already pale face turned even paler. "I'm not going."

She refused without hesitation.

Why not go?

Pan Hui was puzzled. "If you're sick, you have to see a doctor. Didn't Mom tell you from a young age that you should never tough it out?"

"I'm really fine."

Fang Qing straightened up, tried to regulate her breathing, and stopped holding onto the sink, trying to prove that she was healthy.

"You're saying you're fine after vomiting like this? If you were fine, would you be vomiting like this?"

"It might be because I ate something unclean too early this morning. Mom, don't make a fuss about it."

Making a fuss over nothing?
Before Pan Hui could continue speaking, Fang Qing had already walked out. Opening the door, she was faced with Fang Weiguo and Fu Zili, who both looked concerned.

"They must have eaten something bad."

She forced a smile and explained.

“This child is vomiting like this and still not going to the hospital. Even if he ate something wrong, he should still go to the hospital for a check-up and get medicine. Don’t think that just because you’re young you can take your health for granted.”

Pan Hui followed, her purest and most selfless maternal love overflowing.

"Yes, Fang Qing, why don't you go to the hospital? Whether there's something wrong or not, getting a check-up at the hospital would put your mind at ease."

Fu Zili advised.

In his memory, Fang Qing was very healthy.

That's right.

Rugged.

He's stronger than many boys.

I've almost never seen her get sick, though of course, a minor cold or two is unavoidable.

He vomited so violently, a first in twenty years, so he was genuinely a bit dazed.

"How could I not know my own body? It's okay, aren't we going to eat? Let's go."

Fang Qing acted as if nothing was wrong, and even took the lead to walk outside.

"You're vomiting like this, and you still have an appetite?"

The father's words.

"It's because I threw up that I was able to eat more."

Whether I can eat or not is a matter for later; let's at least get through this first.

Fang Qing appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, she was experiencing great sorrow and distress.

She checked.

Morning sickness is a normal reaction in the early stages of pregnancy.

The problem is that some people online say they don't vomit until they give birth, which is a matter of probability, while others experience mild to moderate vomiting...

And she.

It was clearly vomiting.

Why am I so unlucky?

"Bullshit."

Fang Qing's suffering was something no one could understand. As her father, Fang Weiguo took it upon himself to assert his authority, saying, "The Second Affiliated Hospital isn't far from here. Let's get her checked out before the hospital closes for the day."

Although her mind was in turmoil, Fang Qing did not lose her composure. She knew that continuing to argue would not do any good and would only backfire. "Then you guys go order first. I'll go to the hospital and come find you after my check-up."

high.

Don't be too harsh.

It's truly remarkable that someone could come up with such an idea at a time like this.

"Are you going alone?"

Pan Huidao.

Fang Qing revealed a smile that outsiders could describe as "bleak," saying, "I'm not a child anymore. It's just a check-up, it'll be done in a bit. If I hadn't come, you can eat first, no need to wait."

"That won't do... Mom will go with you."

Pan Hui certainly couldn't rest easy.

"Mom, I already told you I'm going, can you please stop nagging?"

"Then let Zili go with you."

Fang Weiguo understood the young people's thoughts and knew that young people sometimes didn't like their elders following them around.

"Well, let's go then."

Fu Zili nodded immediately.

"If you keep doing this, I'm not going."

Fang Qing seemed impatient. "It's just a small problem. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

Fu Zili was stunned and realized that something was really wrong with the other party.

Aside from Jiang Chen, when has Fang Qing ever acted like this towards anyone else?
As parents, Fang Weiguo and his wife were also caught off guard and at a loss.

"I'll come find you later."

Fang Qing turned and left alone, leaving the three people who knew her best looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What's wrong with Qingqing?"

Pan Hui was nervous, very nervous, her heart was pounding.

My daughter's behavior seems to indicate more than just a reluctance to seek medical help; it's more like she has some serious illness and doesn't want them to know...

"Has Fang Qing been acting strangely lately? Is she feeling unwell anywhere?"

Fu Zili frowned.

"No."

Fang Weiguo shook his head.

Is this the first time you've vomited today?

Fu Zili asked.

"Yes, the first time."

Fang Weiguo was also preoccupied.

"Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan don't need to worry too much, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Fu Zili's brows relaxed, and he comforted her, "It's probably because you ate something unclean this morning."

"Why did this child react so strongly?"

Pan Hui remained worried.

indeed.

Fang Qing's reaction was the most unusual.

Fu Zili also felt uneasy, but he could only offer words of comfort to the two elders.
"Let's go to the restaurant and wait for the test results. We'll know then. Let's go." (End of Chapter)