The green camphor tree has a deep view

While Yin Xiaoxiao was planning to consolidate her relationship with the Song family, Wen Qing was thinking about getting away from them all the time. When they came out of the Song family mansion, the car arranged by Butler Yu was still parked at the gate. The driver got out and asked if they wanted to take them back to the hospital. After all, Zhou Wen would not be discharged until tomorrow, and there were still a lot of clothes and luggage of Jing Long and Wen Qing in the ward.

Wen Qing shook her head and refused. At this moment, she didn't want to have anything to do with the people and things of the Song family. She looked at her aunt who looked depressed and seemed to feel the same way. She called a taxi with her mobile phone app, and together with Jing Long, she supported Zhou Wen and walked a long way to the edge of the villa area. After walking for nearly half an hour, she finally met the dizzy taxi driver.

"You live here and still take a taxi?" The driver wiped his sweat and looked at them in surprise.

Wen Qing smiled without saying anything, opened the car door, let Jing Long and Zhou Wen walk into the back seat, and sat in the passenger seat herself.

"Go to Daifeng Hospital." Wen Qing politely gave an address, then leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. After so many days of tossing and turning, she finally knew the expected outcome. She still had many tough battles to fight, so she had to conserve her energy and strength.

The taxi arrived at the hospital quickly. Wen Qing and her group got off the car and went upstairs. As soon as they entered the ward, they saw a young nurse at the nurse station sticking her head out and shouting in a crisp voice, "Miss Wen, someone is looking for you. They are in the ward."

Wen Qing was slightly surprised. When she walked into the ward, she found that it was Butler Yu who was waiting there.

"Brother Yu, why are you here?" Zhou Wen asked first.

Housekeeper Yu had several large suitcases beside him. When he saw them, he sighed, "You're leaving just like that. Have you ever thought about how you're going to live in the future?"

"Let's rent a house and settle down first. We'll be able to get by." Wen Qing said calmly.

"Where's the money? Rent, food, Miss Zhou's rehabilitation, Jing Long's education, don't those things require money? You are usually a smart girl, why are you so impulsive at the critical moment?" Butler Yu became more and more anxious as he spoke.

"Uncle Yu, I have money." Wen Qing knew that Butler Yu really cared about her, so she smiled and said, "How dare I push my aunt and Jing Long into the fire pit without money?"

Housekeeper Yu shook his head helplessly and pointed at Wen Qing, "Young people don't know how expensive food and fuel are. You will regret it one day!" He turned around and pointed at the large suitcases beside him, saying, "These are Miss Zhou's clothes and jewelry from the East House. I have found all the valuables. You can sell them and it should be able to make some money."

Wen Qing looked in the direction of his finger and found four suitcases of different sizes piled on the ground. All of the suitcases were brand-name monogram styles. She couldn't tell if they were limited editions, but they must be very valuable.

"Qing'er, take it and deal with it. I can't stand seeing these things..." Zhou Wen said with a sob, slowly moving towards the bed, not wanting to look at those things again. They were all gifts Song Weiming gave her back then, each carrying sweet memories, but now all that sweetness has turned into swords and daggers, piercing back into her heart.

Wen Qing looked at the suitcase on the ground and suddenly thought of something, so she looked at the housekeeper and asked, "Uncle Yu, bring these things over here. Does the Song family know about this?"

Housekeeper Yu sighed, "Of course I know. I went to the East House to pack these things, and I went with Master Jingshen. He said that these were gifts from Mr. Weiming to Miss Zhou, so they should be returned to their original owners."

"Return the property to its original owner." Wen Qing repeated with a sneer, and said, "That's right, we don't want these things, and the Song family is going to throw them away as garbage, so why not make use of them."

"Uh... Master Jingshen didn't mean that." Butler Yu explained. He originally wanted to persuade Wen Qing to ease the relationship with Jingshen so that she would suffer less, but he didn't expect the girl to be so stubborn. Thinking about the complicated expression on Master Jingshen's face after Wen Qing left, he couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.

"It doesn't matter what he means," Wen Qing quickly unpacked the suitcase, counting the items inside while thanking the housekeeper, "There are quite a few good things in here, thank you, Uncle Yu."

"Actually... Young Master Jingshen wants to help you." Butler Yu whispered, and then looked at Wen Qing's expression and said, "The supervision agreement is just a piece of paper, and the so-called signature of the person in charge is just a formality..."

These words fell to the ground as soon as they came out of Butler Yu's mouth. Wen Qing seemed to have heard them, but also seemed not to have heard them. In a blink of an eye, she had almost counted the things in a box. She suddenly turned around and took out a light-colored bed sheet from the inner room, spread it on a place with good light, and placed the counted bags and jewelry on it one by one, and took pictures with her mobile phone.

"Uncle Yu, you know a lot of people. If you have friends who need second-hand luxury goods, you can introduce them to us." Wen Qing fiddled with her phone and quickly applied for an account on a second-hand resale platform. She found the QR code generated by the system and showed it to Butler Yu: "Just scan this code and add me."

Butler Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head, took out his phone and scanned the code, and said helplessly: "You are quick."

"It has to be quick. After I finish taking photos and trailering the car tonight, I have to work hard to finish the school work so that I can have time to move tomorrow."

When he heard the word "moving", Housekeeper Yu realized something and asked hurriedly, "Where are you going to live?"

"Rent a house near F University." Wen Qing said politely, "I'll treat you to a meal when you're done."

Housekeeper Yu knew Wen Qing's thoughts clearly. How could he not know: "You want to treat me to a meal outside, right? You don't want to have anything to do with the Song family anymore..."

Wen Qing smiled shyly and said coquettishly, "You are different from them. I treat you as one of my own."

Seeing that she was determined to break off all ties with the Song family, Butler Yu said no more. He just reminded her a few words, "Don't keep silent if you have anything to say," and left.

Wen Qing sent the housekeeper away, made a simple dinner for Jing Long and Zhou Wen, and then started unpacking the suitcases.

"Sister, can these things be sold for a lot of money?" Jing Long was full and looked at Wen Qing busying herself with curiosity.

"I don't know either." Wen Qing knew nothing about luxury goods, so she could only take a photo and hang it in the car first.

"There are no valuable bags, only a few that can be sold for 20,000 or 30,000 yuan." Zhou Wen, who had been leaning on the hospital bed, said softly, "In addition to these bags and jewelry, there are also a few pairs of unworn shoes that can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan."

Wen Qing paused after hearing this: "So little?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Wen gave a sad smile, which was uglier than crying. "Song Weiming always gives me gifts on holidays and anniversaries, but they are rarely valuable. He used to give me cards and cash, but since I moved into the mansion and lived with the old lady, my daily expenses have been paid from the old lady's share... After all these years, the only things I have left are these few boxes of clothes and jewelry."

As Zhou Wen was talking, tears started to flow again. Jing Long walked up to her and wiped away the tears from her eyes, buried his little head in her arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Mom, you still have me."