A life of success begins with being a landlord.

I was naive before, but now that I have Chunyan and have had a few experiences, I know what the young couple next door are doing.

Chunyan's mother gave an awkward smile, then suddenly pointed to the ceiling: "Oh right, my sheets are still hanging up there, I'll go get them."

"I'll go with you," I volunteered.

The young couple next door are so shameless; I feel awkward just standing here.

Chunyan's mother nodded and led me up to the rooftop.

There's a moon tonight, its hazy light bathing the rooftops, looking beautiful and gentle.

Upon reaching the rooftop, Chunyan's mother suddenly shook her head:

"Actually... the boy next door has several girlfriends and often brings different girls home. Sometimes, he changes them every three to five days."

I was taken aback: "Is he...very rich?"

How can a wage earner have several girlfriends and change them every three to five days? What makes him so special!

Under the moonlight, Mother Swallow smiled meaningfully:

"In Dongguan, there are more girls than boys working. A boy doesn't need to be rich; as long as he's a little handsome and has a sweet tongue, many girls will follow him."

I shook my head and smiled wryly, indicating my disbelief.

"You don't believe me?" Chunyan's mother smiled.

"A handsome young man like you would definitely have several girls chasing after you if you went to work in an electronics factory or a shoe factory."

I felt a warm glow inside, a little proud, but I humbly shook my head: "Auntie, people like me in our hometown are basically all bachelors."

"I'll give you Chunyan, then you won't have to be a bachelor anymore."

Chunyan's mother smiled and went to collect the bed sheets.

But as soon as she lifted her foot, there was a loud thud under her feet, and Chunyan's mother fell to the ground with a thud, doing a split!

"Ouch..." Chunyan's mother couldn't help but scream.

"Aunt!"

I was startled and quickly went forward, squatting down to support Chunyan's mother.

"Oops... I stepped on a beer bottle."

Chunyan's mother looked pained and leaned on my shoulder, trembling with pain.

A wine bottle?

I turned my head and saw that, sure enough, there was a beer bottle that had rolled a long way away.

I don't know which scoundrel was drinking upstairs and just carelessly left the bottles here.

Just then, Chunyan's mother stepped on the bottle, and it rolled forward, allowing her to sit in a split.

"No, Yaozu..."

Chunyan's mother hooked her arms tightly around my neck, trembling all over: "Don't move, let me... lean on you for a while."

"Don't be afraid, Auntie, let me see!"

I panicked too, and grabbed Chunyan's mother around the waist, trying to help her up.

"No, no...it hurts, it hurts so much, let me...take a break." Chunyan's mother cried out in pain, hugging my neck even tighter.

I dared not move and let her rest for a while.

That split he did just now must have strained his ligaments!

If someone who has never trained suddenly tries to do the splits, they could potentially tear their ligaments.

Even without a torn ligament, the pain is enough to make someone faint.

Chunyan's mother leaned on my shoulder, and it took her a while to stop trembling. She whispered, "Help me up... and take a look."

I nodded and helped her up with all my might.

But after I helped her up, I saw that there was blood flowing down her left knee.

"Auntie, you...you're bleeding."

I panicked; I didn't know where the blood was coming from.

Chunyan's mother leaned against me, reached back and touched it, then shuddered: "Ouch... in my back... in my leg, there's a shard of glass stuck in it. You, you pull it out for me."

"Then stand still, let me see."

I crouched down and checked Chunyan's mother's injuries from behind.

At that moment, I didn't care about anything else and just lifted up her skirt to check.

Under the moonlight, a coin-sized shard of beer bottle glass could be seen embedded in the left gluteus maximus muscle. The shard was about halfway in.

A thin trail of blood was slowly flowing down from the wound.

"Auntie, it's not a big problem, just a small piece of glass stuck in there."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

This situation is much better than what I was just imagining; a band-aid can solve it.

That really startled me, I thought...

Chunyan's mother stood sideways, holding my shoulder: "Could you... pull it out?"

I was in a dilemma: "It can be pulled out, but here... there's nothing to bandage it."

As I was speaking, a sudden inspiration struck me: "I've got it! I'll use my vest!"

I was wearing a shirt with a vest underneath.

I took off my shirt and then my vest. I tucked the hem of Chunyan's mother's skirt into her waistband, then pulled out the glass shards and used my vest to make a simple bandage.

The work itself wasn't tiring, but it was very awkward, with our skin touching, and in such a shameful position.

Chunyan's mother was probably still in pain; her legs were trembling.

"Is that alright... Yaozu?"

"Alright, Auntie." I quickly put Chunyan's mother's skirt down. "The wound isn't big. I'll take care of it for you when we get back."

Chunyan's mother still couldn't move, and pointed to the bed sheet over there: "That bed sheet... the one with the big floral pattern, could you help me put it away so we can go back?"

I gathered the sheets, rolled them into a ball, and asked, "Auntie, are you... able to walk now?"

Chunyan's mother moved her foot, her expression pained: "It still hurts."

"Then I'll carry you on my back... no, I'll hold you, so you don't touch the wound on your back."

I steeled myself, handed the bed sheet to Chunyan's mother, and then swept her up in a princess carry.

That way, her wound won't be touched.

Chunyan's mother closed her eyes, her arms around my neck, still trembling slightly.

With Chunyan's mother by my side, I carefully descended the stairs, step by step.

Arriving at room 604, I opened the door, went inside, and put Chunyan's mother on the bed before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, no one saw it.

Chunyan's mother's face turned red, and sweat beaded on her nose. She said in a low voice, "Yaozu, please let Chunyan come over. The wound is in her back, and it's... inconvenient for you."

I nodded and dialed Chunyan's cell phone, but Chunyan was already on another call!

I called my mobile phone and the 302 landline, but no one answered.

Where did that damned swallow go?

"Auntie, Chunyan's phone is on a call..." I said helplessly.

"Fine, you can do it."

Chunyan's mother struggled to get up, found a piece of white gauze and a tube of erythromycin ointment, and said in a low voice, "Anyway, it's already been bandaged... could you put some more erythromycin on it?"

I thought for a moment, then found half a bottle of liquor: "Auntie, lie down, face down, let me take a look at your wound... do you want me to clean it?"

Chunyan's mother was frightened: "Wash it with liquor?"

"It hurts a little, but it makes me feel more at ease."

"Oh well."

Chunyan's mother turned around, her back to me, and lay down by the bed with her legs dangling on the floor.

I took a deep breath, lifted my skirt, untied the makeshift bandage, and carefully examined Chunyan's mother's wound.

The wound is about two centimeters long and the incision is irregular.

I gently pinched the wound open to make it grow wider, and then poured white wine on it.

"Ouch...that hurts!"

Chunyan's mother couldn't bear it and began to convulse and writhe.

"Auntie, just bear with it, it'll be over soon," I said weakly.

Chunyan's mother gritted her teeth, her jaw clicking.

I dared not wash it anymore. I wiped away the alcohol around the wound, applied erythromycin ointment, and started bandaging it.

Actually, it's really inconvenient for me to bandage this spot.

"Auntie, move it down a little... Yes, open your left leg a little wider, yes, so I can bandage it properly."

My face was flushed, and I trembled as I began to bandage the wound.

It felt like an eternity before the bandaging was finally finished.

Chunyan's mother helped me stand up, and I tried to take a couple of steps. My face flushed, and I said in a low voice, "It's better now...it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

I went to the balcony to wash my hands and face. "Auntie, you might have strained a ligament. Rest for a couple of days. Also, be careful not to get that wound in tap water."

"Yaozu".

Chunyan's mother held my hand, looked into my eyes, and said, "Don't tell Lao Xia about this. If he finds out, he'll say we've done something...something improper..."