A 1970s mom raises a cute baby, and a crazy boss spoils her

On the other side, Lin Xiaomeng's much-missed son Dacheng was standing on a stool next to the washing tub, imitating the old ladies in washing clothes for himself and his father. He was using soap produced by the Yujie Soap Factory to wash his father's work clothes, which was very useful.

His father Xu Huaizhi was too busy to take care of him, so he could only go to school and come home by himself every day, get his meals from the cafeteria, wash his own clothes, and clean the house by himself.

Her unfamiliarity with washing clothes caused the ladies to whisper to each other.

"Is this Xu Huaizhi's child? Why is he washing his own clothes? He can't even reach the washing tub."

"Where's his mother?"

"Don't mention it. I heard that his mother passed the college entrance examination and went back to the city to study. She left the child to a grown man like Xu Huaizhi."

"This woman is too unreliable. She doesn't care about her children just for her own pleasure."

"That's right. As a woman, why would she read so many books? Her husband doesn't care about her, and neither does her child. Look how pitiful this child is."

"That's right. People say that scholars are good for nothing. Besides, she's a woman. What good can studying do for her? If she leaves, I don't know if she can come back. It's really pitiful for this child."

...

A bunch of old women who can't eat grapes say that the grapes are sour, and they claim that women should serve men and children, as if this is a great job.

He didn't know how to hide from the child, Dacheng heard it carefully.

He threw the work clothes in his hand into the basin.

"I'm not pitiful, my mother will come back to pick me up, your children are pitiful, you just gossip about other people all day long.

Reading is useful, my mother said, reading can make you wiser, words can go where your feet can’t reach, words can go where your eyes can’t reach.

Do you know what it means to live a life of coarse silk and cloth, yet be elegant because of the knowledge of poetry and books?

Do you know what it means that if you don't study hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old?

You know nothing, what qualifications do you have to criticize others!" Dacheng said firmly with tears in his eyes.

These words silenced the gossiping old ladies.

"Haha, this kid is quite talkative. What's the point of saying it's too late? We just feel sorry for you and we are not happy about it."

"Oh, I remembered I haven't picked my vegetables yet. I'll start cooking right away."

“My family has to cook too…”

A few people said privately behind his back: "The children raised by these intellectuals are really different. They know how to protect their mother at such a young age. The words they say are so many that they have confused the few of us."

"That's right. My kid is a few years older than him. He plays with glass balls all day long. How shameless."

Dacheng continued to wash clothes, tears streaming down his eyes, and he wiped them away with his sleeves.

My mother said that men don’t shed tears easily, they must be strong.

...

Gu Qinghuan's mansion was being repaired in an orderly manner. The craftsman introduced by her grandfather was extraordinary. She was very satisfied with the result after the restoration. He was indeed an old craftsman with a craftsman spirit, superb skills and a pursuit of excellence.

There is one thing, her funds are almost insufficient. To be more precise, they are no longer sufficient. She has used the rent she collected during this period to cover the cost, but it is still a drop in the bucket.

He Qiang has already helped her rent out all the houses, and the rent is paid to her on a monthly basis.

A lot of the renovation work on the house was to restore the craftsmanship and materials of the time, and the various woods and materials alone emptied her wallet.

He had made a lot of money over the years, all of which he had invested in real estate, so he felt embarrassed to ask Liang Zhiqiu for money again.

With no other options left, she thought of Cheng Fusheng. She remembered asking him to help collect various antiques, but he said last time that he did not fulfill his promise to collect them.

If you can buy this batch of antiques at a low price and then sell them through vending machines, you will definitely make a lot of money.

And she still owed Cheng Fusheng ten meals.

Gu Qinghuan did what she said. She found Niu Zhuang and asked him to take her to find Cheng Fusheng.

Ever since Cheng Fusheng found out that Gu Qinghuan was a married woman, he was very depressed for a while.

Especially knowing that Gu Qinghuan and his wife were truly in love, I felt indescribable pain and regret in my heart.

He might have fallen in love with Gu Qinghuan at first sight, or he might have been attracted by her beauty. In any case, the throbbing in his heart could not be faked.

Before this, he had never cared so much about a woman. Gu Qinghuan was the first.

Unfortunately, Luofu has a husband. Although he is engaged in a shady business, he still considers himself an upright person and disdains to do such a dishonorable thing as poaching other people's girls.

So I can only suppress my love deep in my heart and dare not express it out loud.

I thought we would never see each other again, but unexpectedly Gu Qinghuan came uninvited.

"Boss Cheng, what? You don't welcome me? I said I came here today to give you money." Gu Qinghuan saw that he looked serious and spoke.

Cheng Fusheng gestured to Niu Zhuang to go and make tea.

"We open the door to welcome guests. How can we not welcome you? What do you want to buy this time? Or, what do you want to sell?" Cheng Fusheng's tone was light, but his eyes fell on her, looking at her greedily, and taking one more look.

"Didn't you say last time that you bought a batch of antiques? I want to take some back to enjoy."

"Okay, come with me." Cheng Fusheng took her to the door of a room, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

What Cheng Fusheng said was indeed true. The room was filled with all kinds of stuff, including furniture, ornaments, porcelain, jade... antiques of all kinds.

Some things were carefully stored in boxes and placed on shelves, while other things were just piled up randomly on the floor.

"Just name a price for whatever you like. I bought them cheaply anyway." Actually, many of these things were Cheng Fusheng's own private collection. He liked to collect them normally, and he had accumulated a lot without realizing it.

Gu Qinghuan walked in and took a quick look around. It was truly dazzling with all sorts of stuff.

She had noticed a long time ago that wherever Cheng Fusheng went, he was always holding something in his hands and playing with it. He was probably a collector.

She couldn't really move away all of the other person's beloved things, after all, she just wanted to make money.

So he pointed at the things scattered everywhere and said, "I'll move these things you don't like. It's just the right space for you. You name your price."

Cheng Fusheng looked at her in surprise: "The good things are all on the shelves..."

"I know, but a gentleman does not take away what others like. I will not take your private collection."

Gu Qinghuan's hearty smile almost made his heart skip a beat.

This time, he seemed to understand why he had a special liking for her. A gentleman loves money, but he gets it in a proper way and knows when to relax and work hard. It is hard not to be moved by such a woman.

In this life, he has fallen for this woman, but he actually thinks it's not bad.