Qin Ye really didn’t want to leave, but the car had arrived.
"Wife, I’m going now."
"Okay, work hard!" Rong Yan quickly added another sentence, "Remember to miss me."
The corners of Qin Ye’s mouth slightly lifted, and his eyes shone with a soft light.
"I will miss you."
Besides working, the rest is just breathing and missing you.
He carried his luggage and walked outside.
Standing in the courtyard, Rong Wenming saw his son-in-law come out, "Qin, did you pack everything?"
Qin Ye nodded, "Dad, I’ve packed everything. I’m leaving now."
"Mm, take care of your health while you’re out, and don’t worry about home." Rong Wenming escorted him outside.
The driver was a young man with a buzz cut, looking about the same age as Qin Ye.
Qin Ye placed his stuff in the back seat and then walked around to the other side and sat in the passenger seat.
Their car didn’t leave from the side where the argument was, but from another side.
As the car drove away, Madam Rong returned and only saw the car’s exhaust.
"Did Qin leave?"
Rong Wenming glanced at her, "He’s gone." Sending off his son-in-law wasn’t as important as watching the drama... only she thought so.
Madam Rong: "...I wonder if Qin took those vegetable pancakes, meat pies, and bottles of pickles I made?"
The pickles she made were stir-fried, so even if the weather was hot, they could last many days.
Rong Wenming originally wanted to say, you still remember that, but fearing he’d get scolded, he changed his words: "You mentioned it, of course, I packed them."
Hearing that everything was packed, Madam Rong breathed a sigh of relief.
"That’s good."
Rong Wenming casually asked, "By the way, what did you go see? What was going on?"
Bringing this up, Madam Rong sighed, "I heard that the young girl who was pushed down the well has a high fever that won’t go away... and then that family’s mother-in-law gave all the money of her son and daughter-in-law to their daughter... The son was so angry that he wanted to hit his sister..."
She only listened for a while, but that was pretty much it.
Rong Wenming was somewhat surprised, but his concern was for the child, "A high fever? That’s serious, they need to bring it down. Can’t the hospital do anything?"
"It hasn’t come down yet, the daughter-in-law is still in the hospital, but the husband came back. He wants to get back the money his sister took, but unexpectedly his mother is protecting the girl!"
To her, if they are her own children, then they should all be treated equally, there shouldn’t be too much favoritism, and certainly shouldn’t give one’s money to another.
Rong Wenming: ...
He disliked parental favoritism the most.
He himself was a victim of biased parents.
At this moment, Rong Yan came over, "Mom, the family you’re talking about, is it the Sun Family at the alley entrance?"
Madam Rong immediately nodded, "Yes, how did you know?"
"Because the mother and daughter who were rescued from the well yesterday... I was the one who revived them..."
"Why didn’t you mention this before?" Madam Rong asked urgently, "You didn’t jump into the well, did you?"
She wouldn’t oppose her daughter saving someone, but this was under the condition that her daughter faced no danger.
If her daughter were to get hurt while saving someone... sorry, she didn’t have such high ideals.
She’s just an ordinary person, without such noble sentiments.
She might be willing to die, but her daughter must live a healthy and long life.
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