520 Picking up garbage and marrying into a wealthy family

Sitting in the car, fastening his seat belt, Gu Lingyan was about to drive away, but when he saw the bag of snacks he had placed on the passenger seat, he was silent for a while, casually took out a candy from it, tore open the package, and threw it into his mouth without even looking at it.

The sweet taste with a nutty aroma surprised Gu Lingyan. He turned around and took a look at the packaging:

"Sea salt almonds, toffee?"

It was a pity that candies now had all kinds of strange but delicious flavors. Just as he was wondering, Gu Lingyan subconsciously tapped his teeth lightly, and the crispy candies wrapped in nuts broke into pieces in his mouth.

What follows is a richer fruit aroma and a deeper sweet fragrance, which makes people think of Xiang Huanian who gave the candy.

Gu Lingyan, who hadn't eaten candy for a long time, felt like he had discovered a new world. He was eating happily with the candy making a crunching sound in his mouth.

Sweets are indeed soothing. The fatigue from a morning's work and the emotional surge and restraint just now were completely healed in that instant.

The delicious candy brightened Gu Lingyan's mood. Then, Gu Lingyan started the car and drove to the nearest pharmacy.

Although Xiang Huanian said no, when the pain really came, it would be too late to go out and buy medicine to treat dysmenorrhea. While Xiang Huanian was waiting for the medicine, he could only endure it, which was so painful.

By the way, keeping warm is also very important at this time. The weather is hot now. It is bearable to turn on the fan during the day, but it is impossible to sleep at night without turning on the air conditioner. After thinking about it, Gu Lingyan silently added the hot water bottle and warming patch to the shopping list.

Being prepared for any eventuality has always been Gu Lingyan's principle in doing things.

Gu Shaoyu, who was eagerly waiting at the company, said: "..." Where is he? Why hasn't he returned to the company yet?

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Abroad, Boston.

In an unknown small hotel in front of the Boston Conservatory of Music.

"Have you packed your things? What time is your flight tomorrow? We need to go early tomorrow. Going through security and checking in luggage will take time... Patriotic? Patriotic!"

A plump middle-aged woman, clutching a handful of shapeless clothes, was irritably shouting at the middle-aged man in the room whose butt seemed to be stuck to the rocking chair, trying to get him to help.

At first glance, she looked kind, but her skin was loose, like a layer of skin, with the flesh separated and hanging on her face.

The fierce look in his eyes reveals harshness and strength that cannot be detected unless one looks closely.

She was busy in the small room, facing a mess of luggage and empty suitcases, but she didn't know what she was busy with, and the stacked luggage was still a mess.

It's a mess.

But Xiang Aiguo, who was sitting in the rocking chair, just raised his eyelids, shook the newspaper which he actually couldn't understand at all, and pretended to be serious, but he didn't get up.

He was even leisurely, stepping on the rocking chair and letting it rock, with his middle-aged beer belly and the fat on his body swaying along with the rocking chair.

The only thing worth praising is that his hair is still as straight and strong as the tips of onions, growing firmly on his head.

"Are you deaf? You didn't reply to me. Seriously, I've been learning bad things from you year after year. You have no respect for me and no manners. Last time, you hung up on me before I could even finish my words... Aiguo, I'm talking to you, why don't you react at all? Am I talking to the air? And you're reading the newspaper? All you know outside is hello, ok, thank you, and you can't even understand that densely packed newspaper. You can't help me at all, seriously..."

A series of airtight words, leaving no chance for rebuttal, a familiar way of conversation.

If Xiang Huanian were here, she would definitely recognize this person. It was her mother, Chen Fangliang, who often made her feel heavy and depressed.

"Why do you care if I understand or not? Cleaning up is your job as a woman. What does it have to do with a grown man like me? Shut up and clean up yours!"

Tired of being nagged, Xiang Aiguo retorted loudly, still sitting in the rocking chair with his slender hands motionless.

"Just clean it up, why scold me? You really act like a young master.

You can't do anything well and you can't earn much money. With your meager salary, you can barely make enough to eat.

If I hadn't been able to make money over the years, I wouldn't have been able to raise my two children.

When I was pregnant with my second child, if you hadn't been so reluctant and said you wanted to keep Nian Nian, we would have focused on raising Dejie as our only son, and life wouldn't have been so difficult...

Not to mention sending Dejie to study abroad, what can I expect from you? You can't even pack my luggage right now...

Oh, why is my life so miserable..."

As they talked, the topic turned to the past, and then to Chen Fangliang's sad story. Holding the tissues he brought from China, Chen Fangliang sat on the bed and began to sob again...

"Alright, alright, it's just packing, I'll do it, okay? Your son already has your last name, Chen, what else are you dissatisfied with? You start crying the moment something happens and keep bringing up old things, aren't you ashamed?"

Such scenes have been played out countless times in Xiang Huanian's home since she was a child. Whenever Chen Fangliang starts crying, her husband, Xiang Aiguo, will stand up, walk to the side, resignedly take over the work in Chen Fangliang's hands.

The same is true now.

"Why be embarrassed? As long as it's useful, isn't it all?...Luckily I have a son with the same last name as me, otherwise our Chen family would be extinct. And let's not even mention our daughter. It's so inconsiderate. Other people's families have cute, well-behaved, and sensible little ones, but ours is so rebellious. I don't know whose bad temper she inherited...No, you can't pack like this. You have to roll up your clothes to save space..."

Changing the subject, Chen Fangliang, who had no tears in his eyes, frowned and began to point fingers at Xiang Aiguo, noticing that his movements were not in line with the requirements.

"...You have to keep it safe. I'm bringing it back home to show off to my colleagues. No, they've never seen it before, so I'm bringing it back to show everyone off...

Hey, don't throw that away. Don't be so wasteful. You haven't even eaten much of the canned pickles you brought from home, yet you still want to take them back. You really don't know how expensive food, oil, salt, and firewood are if you don't manage the household...

Don't move, that's the clothes I bought for our son. He's graduating soon, and he can wear it when the weather gets cooler when he returns home..."

The suitcase is full of the breath of life and traces of the presence of family members.

However, there was no room left for Xiang Huanian.

Maybe there isn't even a small local souvenir...

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Xiang Huanian stood in front of the washing machine, threw the white coat he had used as an emergency last night into the washing machine along with the dirty clothes, and let it spin, his eyes a little blank.

Because, just now, she received a call from Lin Yunchu.

"Hello, Nian Nian, it's me."

"Hello, Sister Yunchu, why are you calling me at this time? Is there something wrong?"

It was the busy afternoon, and Xiang Huanian felt inexplicably uneasy.

Then, I heard someone say:

"Niannian! I'm flying the day after tomorrow! I've already mailed you the gift in advance. I calculated the time, so it should arrive tomorrow. It's huge. You can receive it in the mail then. Remember to ask Shaoyu to help you move it. It's a lot."

"Gift?"