Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

I had originally planned to have Grandma change into a new outfit and just throw away the one she was wearing. But then I realized that the clothes needed to be washed before they could be worn clean, so I decided to wash them at home and let Grandma wear them. I could just throw away the one she was wearing when I got home.

Grandma must have a lot of old and ugly clothes like this. She will look through them when she gets home. She has to throw away the tattered ones to feel at ease.

I didn’t buy pants and a skirt, but grandma said she had them and I could wear them first.

In reality, Shang Qing agreed to her grandmother's words because of a very practical problem: she had no money! She had no money! She was very poor! So much so, she desperately wanted to be rich! But it was just a wish.

Anyway, I don’t have the money to buy more for grandma, nor can I buy her better ones. Shang Qing didn’t force her anymore.

Now, she only has 157 yuan in her savings. Hair dye, haircuts, and three outfits have cost her 105 yuan, leaving her with only 52 yuan left.

Woohoo, I feel so insecure. Shang Qing clutched the 52 yuan in her small wallet tightly, cherishing it extremely.

Shang Qing wanted to cry again. "God, since you can let me be reborn and do such a crazy thing, why don't you give me a little financial resources and let me become a rich man?"

At the supermarket, Shang Qing went straight to the shelf, found a few yuan worth of children's cream, and took two: one for herself and one for her grandmother.

Hehe, both she and grandma have baby skin.

A bottle of facial cleanser, also from an old domestic brand, is cheap, healthy and guaranteed.

Looking at the several traditional Chinese brands in her shopping cart, Shang Qing's lips curled up in delight. They were the perfect choice for quality and affordability.

In the meat area, Shang Qing also chose the ones that were good quality and cheap.

Throughout the whole process, Grandma Kang's eyes widened in disbelief. Shang Qing usually insisted on getting the expensive, good stuff, and would definitely not accept a child with discounted items.

Grandma Kang felt distressed and pulled Shang Qing to her side, her eyes full of self-blame: "Qingqing, Grandma is rich, don't treat yourself so badly."

The family was truly broke. She had an extra house, which she had bought after much hesitation. After all, it was the most suitable one for her. If she didn't buy it, it would be like hurting someone else. She couldn't refuse. But she didn't really want the house; she would have to return it eventually. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to rest easy.

She didn't dare tell Shang Qing about the more than 6,000 yuan in the passbook, for she was afraid that she would spend it recklessly again.

But she always had a few hundred yuan on hand, and she would leave it to her granddaughter. Even if it was only a penny, she would think of giving it to Qingqing, and she would be willing to spend it!

Shang Qing was stunned for a moment, then a smile spread across her cheeks. She bent down slightly, hugged her grandmother, and comforted her, "Grandma, I'm not wronged. It's just that these things are not bad. The things I bought before were expensive, but the quality was not necessarily good. Look at the cosmetics I used to have. They were low-quality chemicals that hurt my face. I threw them away. These things I bought may seem cheap, but they are old domestic brands and are reliable."

Listening to Shang Qing's relaxed and cheerful explanation, Grandma Kang smiled with relief.

"By the way, Grandma, some of my clothes and shoes have never been opened, and the labels are still on them. It's just that the styles are not suitable for my age. Grandma, is there a night market nearby? I want to sell them, and I can get some pocket money."

After hearing what Shang Qing said, Grandma Kang expressed her support: "Yes, it's near our home. When the time comes, Grandma will be with you."

"Okay." Shang Qing was even happier. She hugged her grandmother, put her chin on her shoulder, and said coquettishly, "Grandma, I want fried chicken wings for lunch, okay?"

Grandma Kang looked at the discounted chicken wings in the shopping cart and nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Okay, okay, little greedy cat."

Shang Qing smiled with her eyes curved. She didn't know how many shy girls were attracted by her cute and handsome appearance.

I still took the bus to return. Luckily, there were not many people on the bus. Shang Qing felt that it was a good day to go out today.

Li Lianxiang, who was sitting by the window, noticed Shang Qing and his grandson standing on the platform.

Her eyes were fixed on Shang Qing. In Grandma Li's eyes, this young man was well-proportioned, 1.66 meters tall, and full of vitality. With slightly chubby cheeks and a fair, delicate face, he was undoubtedly beautiful, even comparable to a TV star. Moreover, TV stars were often overly made-up and over-the-top.

Although this child's clothes were a little strange, he walked with a clear and upright manner. Looking at his eyes, he was pure and intelligent. She hadn't seen such a beautiful and intelligent boy in many years.

Shang Qing carried a few large bags, helped Grandma Kang into the car, and prepared to find a seat to sit down.

But Li Lianxiang just thought it was a kind-hearted little boy helping a strange old lady.

"Yao Lan, Yao Lan, come and sit down." Li Lianxiang greeted her warmly.

Coincidentally, Grandma Kang also met an acquaintance, Grandma Li.

Grandma Kang hurriedly pulled Shang Qing over to sit next to Li Lianxiang: "Lianxiang, did you just come back from your daughter's house?"

Li Lianxiang looked at the two of them being so intimate, and finally realized what was happening. She asked with a smile, "Yes. Yao Lan, who's this next to you?"

Grandma Kang's face was flushed, and there was a smile in the corners of her eyes: "This is Qingqing. Lianxiang. You don't recognize her, do you?"

"Qingqing? This is Qingqing?" Li Lianxiang couldn't believe it. She thought it was a boy.

So handsome and refreshing. How could he be even slightly similar to Shang Qing's usual appearance? If Kang Yaoxiang hadn't said it, she wouldn't have thought the two of them were the same.

Of course she knew Shang Qing. After all, it had been seventeen years. She had been there when Kang Yaolan picked her up. There was no information available about Shang Qing's identity.

The police investigated at the time and only knew that an old man saw a woman surrounded by people throwing it. He just thought it was garbage and didn't go over to take a look.

In this way, there was no way to find Shang Qing's identity information, and no family said they had lost a baby, and it was a girl, so the police could only send her to an orphanage.

Kang Yaolan was kind-hearted. Looking at the cute little baby whose face was red from the cold and whose nose was red from crying, she couldn't let go. Her heart ached at the thought of sending her away.

In particular, when Kang Yaolan held the child, the child stopped crying and smiled sweetly at her. Seeing the child sleeping soundly in her arms, her heart melted and softened.

Kang Yaolan chose to adopt Shang Qing despite everyone's objections and persuasion, and told her friends not to tell anyone the truth about Shang Qing, and just say that she was Shang Qing's orphan and her own granddaughter.

Kang Yaolan had two sons. The younger son, Shang Yang, was only eleven years old at the time, but the older son, Shang Qing, was twenty-five years old and was serving as a soldier in another place. Shang Qing died in an action. Coincidentally, she adopted Shang Qing in the name of the daughter left by her own son, as a way to accumulate merit.

Because Shang Qing was a martyr, many things were much easier to handle. Shang Qing naturally became Kang Yaolan's granddaughter.