Chapter 292: 292.Chapter 292 Cheng Xianglan's Plea

292. Chapter 292 Cheng Xianglan's Plea

Qiao Lanhua went out to buy things, and as she left a shop she happened to see Sòng Běitíng.

Sòng Běitíng showed a smile and walked over: "Lan Hua, is that you? What are you doing?"

Upon hearing that.

Qiao Lanhua told him truthfully: "I came out to buy cloth; my mother is due in a little over a month, and I want to make a few sets of clothes and pants for my future younger brother or sister."

"Oh, why go to such trouble?"

Sòng Běitíng suddenly felt a bit envious of Qiao Lanhua's unborn younger brother or sister.

Because he has no sister to make clothes for him.

All he has is an older brother who constantly urges him to marry.

Qiao Lanhua smiled slightly and said: "I don't find it troublesome; I'm happy to do it. Young Master Song, I won't say more—I'm heading back."

Feng Yi passed by with his medicine box and happened to see this scene.

Sòng Běitíng also noticed Feng Yi, shook his fan, and went up to greet him: "Doctor Feng, it's been a few days—how have you been?"

Actually, they don't interact much—just before, I went to his place twice to get medicine.

To cleanse the lingering toxins in the body.

It's also because the members of the Axe Gang have all fled.

Otherwise.

Sòng Běitíng would certainly not let any of them off; he'd send them all to work in the black kilns under their names, making them wish for death but unable to die, regretting provoking him.

"Pretty good, Young Master Song—how about you?"

Feng Yi asked him calmly.

Sòng Běitíng replied at an even pace.

"I'm doing fine too—I've opened a tavern here. When you have time, come by for a drink on me. My tavern is called Qìngyuè Jiǔlóu."

The taverns Sòng Běitíng opened before all had the same name; only this one is different, mainly because he doesn't want others to know his identity.

"Good!"

Feng Yi agreed.

Compared to Qiao Lanhua,

Qiao Sheng didn't bother making clothes herself; she simply had Cheng Xianglan custom-make ten sets inside and out, all of fine cotton.

She thought fine cotton was better.

Qiao Sheng went to get them from Cheng Xianglan at the end of February; by then, Lan Yue Niang's due date was not far off.

After handing them to Qiao Sheng, Cheng Xianglan said: "Qiao Sheng, shall we chat a bit?"

"Hmm."

Qiao Sheng followed Cheng Xianglan to the rear courtyard.

They sat down in the hall.

Cheng Xianglan stared at Qiao Sheng and said: "Qiao Sheng, could you help me manage my son?"

"Ah..."

Qiao Sheng looked surprised.

Cheng Xianglan told Qiao Sheng about her son's situation.

"My son has been kicked out of three academies in a row lately. Every day he sneaks out to fight crickets and roosters; he can't focus on his studies, and he even gambles with others. Yesterday, creditors came to the door—do you think that's infuriating or not? Qiao Sheng, I truly have no way to handle him; if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have come to you for help."

"How old is your son this year?"

Qiao Sheng couldn't recall whether Cheng Xianglan had told her; anyway, she didn't remember.

Cheng Xianglan replied: "My son is older than your Xiao Shitou, older than Shi Jin and the others—he's eleven this year, truly eleven, yet he has no sense; all he knows is eating, drinking, and playing."

She also sought Qiao Sheng because she saw that Qiao Sheng's guidance of Shi Jin and the others had been fairly good.

She had already spoken.

Qiao Sheng couldn't easily refuse.

She organized her words and said: "Sister Xianglan, if you really let me manage your son, you must promise me—no matter how I teach or manage him, you won't interfere. Also, for now I won't let him study; we'll talk about it again once his temperament steadies."