To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

“Two Gu Junchengs…” She held up two fingers, then started to get confused again.

Through her blurry vision, she saw Gu Juncheng smiling.

He has dark skin, and when he smiles, he reveals a set of bright white teeth. His eyes curve slightly, and his gaze is captivating.

Lin Qingping stood up unsteadily, wanting to walk to his side, but the moment she stood up, she lost her balance and stumbled, only managing to stand up after grabbing the table for support.

She leaned on the table and looked over, only to see that his smile seemed even wider.

She pouted, looking angry, "You won't help me up! And you're still laughing!"

As he spoke, he moved towards him, holding onto the table.

Gu Juncheng stood up to help her, but she pointed at him and said, "I don't need you to come over! I can do it myself! You, stand there and don't move! Don't laugh!"

Gu Juncheng's smile widened even more. He stood still, but was ready to catch her at any moment.

Lin Qingping, holding onto the table, walked up to him, let go of his hand, and fell into his arms, where he held her tightly.

Lin Qingping's swaying body finally found solid support, and she felt very at ease. She leaned against him with her whole body feeling secure, tilted her head back, and cupped his face in her hands.

Gu Juncheng had stopped smiling and was just looking down at her.

She seemed a little disappointed, slapped his face, then pinched his cheeks and pulled them apart, grumbling, "Gu Juncheng, why aren't you smiling... You look so handsome when you smile..."

Gu Juncheng's face was pinched so hard that his mouth was forced open, revealing his teeth.

She then smiled with satisfaction, "That's more like it... Gu Juncheng, can you smile more often in the future? Do you know that you always have such a dark face, like a black-faced god, it scares people..."

Gu Juncheng grasped her flailing hand, his breath filled with the smell of alcohol from her breath. The wine she had drunk seemed to seep into her eyes, shimmering like amber, captivating at first glance.

"Am I that scary?" Gu Juncheng stared at her pouting, chattering pink lips, his voice becoming hoarse.

“Yeah…” Lin Qingping lay on his chest, tapping his chest repeatedly, “Let me tell you, you’re really fierce. You keep saying, Lin Qingping! See how I deal with you! Lin Qingping! You wait! Lin Qingping! If you provoke me again! Lin Qingping…”

Gu Juncheng: ...

Gu Juncheng was both amused and exasperated. When did she say all these things? Wasn't it all when she was flirting with him?

The door opened, and someone came in, overhearing what was said. A young, yet righteous voice rang out, "Uncle Gu! How could you yell at my mom?"

Gu Juncheng: ...

The way he addressed Gu Shu as "my mom" is disgusting enough, and he even stood up for his mom?

"What do you know, you little kid?" he said sternly.

This gave Zhiyuan direct evidence.

Zhiyuan immediately said, "Look, look! You're exactly the 'Black-faced God' my mom used to talk about!"

Lin Qingping looked up and, sure enough, there she was! He was giving her a sour look again!

Lin Qingping immediately grabbed his face and pulled it to both sides, "Don't be mean to my son, you have to be a kind father... no, a kind uncle..."

Gu Juncheng chuckled. It's one thing for you and your son to be of one mind, but you're so drunk that you can still clearly distinguish between "benevolent father" and "uncle"!

Zhiyuan over there was also saying, "Uncle Gu, don't yell at my mom!"

Well, so his status in this family is already the lowest...

Sister Zhao followed them in and, seeing this scene, felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and led Zhiyuan inside, saying, "Alright, alright, your mother and your Uncle Gu are doing well. You're just a child, you don't understand."

Zhiyuan was utterly confused. Was this also related to him being a child? Wasn't being nice to someone simply talking to them kindly and not hitting or scolding them? Why did adults have to be fierce in their way of being nice?

Zhiyuan, still puzzled, was pulled away by Sister Zhao. Gu Juncheng, seeing that no one was around, asked her in a low voice, "Have you eaten yet?"

Lin Qingping was a little confused. Weren't they just talking about something scary?

She nodded dazedly.

"Then..." He didn't finish his sentence before he picked her up and carried her on his back.

"Gu Juncheng! What are you doing?" Lin Qingping punched his shoulder.

"I'll teach you a lesson!"

"Gu Juncheng! You... don't know you're wrong! And you're still being aggressive!"

"I know I was wrong!"

"Then why did you say such harsh things!"

"Hmm... I know I'm wrong, but I won't change..."

With the words "No changes," the door to the second-floor room opened and closed.

When Lin Qingping woke up the next morning, her head felt heavy and she felt dizzy.

As a student, the first thing that pops into my mind when I wake up is: Was I late today?

Then her sluggish brain slowly came to its senses: it was Sunday. And then, her mind replayed the events of last night—she and Gu Juncheng were drinking red wine, and it seemed like she had blacked out.

Last time in Gujia Village, she drank too much and lost control. I wonder if she did anything outrageous last night.

She patted her head, wondering why her alcohol tolerance had also decreased since her rebirth.

After getting up and dressed, while still sitting on the bed, the door opened and Gu Juncheng came in from outside.

He must have come back from outside; his clothes were soaked with sweat. After coming in, he handed her a plastic bag, then turned around and grabbed a vest to take a shower.

"What is it?" she asked, but before she could finish her sentence, he had already left.

Lin Qingping frowned, opened the plastic bag, inside was another layer of newspaper, and when she opened that too, there was a large bag of money...

Lin Qingping's muddled mind finally cleared up: Yesterday she mentioned buying a house to him, and he said to leave the money to him, and he actually got the money for her.

That's the kind of person he is, in both his past and present lives. Whatever she wants, he can give it to her. But how much money does he actually have? He's a salaried worker, and he gives his salary to her...

She felt a little guilty; she shouldn't have said those things to him yesterday, since she wasn't really broke.

When he came back after showering, she asked him, "Gu Juncheng, where did you get so much money?"

She trusted his character and believed he wouldn't do anything against his principles. However, she couldn't figure out where he could get the money. If he borrowed it, it was really unnecessary. She had money. Did he even know he was dating a rich young woman?

“You have to tell the truth!” she added, afraid he would repeat his “Don’t worry about it, I have my own way” excuse.

He then said, "Do you remember the uncle who gave you the whipping cream before? He wanted to develop the dairy industry but didn't have the funds, so he borrowed some money from me. He said he would pay me back last time, but I didn't have time to collect it from him. This morning, I went to the post office to call his factory, and the people there said he was in the capital, so I went to find him."

Lin Qingping did the math in her head. He had been in the army for over ten years. When he first joined, his salary was probably not much. Even after a few years, when he was promoted to platoon leader, it was only about 50 yuan. As his years in the army increased and his position rose, she could now clearly see the amount of money on his salary.

Fortunately, houses are really cheap now, so Gu Juncheng's statement makes sense. After getting married, he only gave her a little over a year's worth of salary; it seems he lent all the money from before to the older man.

“I hardly spend any money. I save all my salary. My mom won’t take it. Plus, I’ve done a lot of good deeds over the years, so I’ve lent all my bonuses to her.”