Chapter 1359: I'll be a man again in the next life

"Xuewu? Come in quickly, come in quickly."

Tan Yali was surprised at first, but then she reacted, smiling and waving at Li Xuewu, who was standing at the door, telling him to come in.

Seeing him come in with a bag of rice and a bag of flour in his hands, she smiled politely, "The family isn't lacking anything."

"It's my intention, and it saves you from climbing stairs to buy these."

Li Xuewu wasn't polite, sending the rice and flour directly to the kitchen, and thoughtfully storing them in a place not easily affected by dampness.

"In the future, if you have any inconvenience, just call me. If I'm not at home, just tell Yu Li."

He brushed the flour dust off his hands, stood up, and carefully urged, "It's the dead of winter, so don't you dare try to be a hero; the third floor is no joke."

"I know you're careful, but there's no need to be so hardworking."

A mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law; Tan Yali was one hundred percent satisfied with Li Xuewu, and she couldn't bear to say a word of complaint.

At this moment, she hurriedly turned over teacups from the tea cabinet, only asking what tea he wanted to drink; the family wasn't lacking tea leaves.

Li Xuewu was real with his mother-in-law, walked to the tea cabinet, pretended to pick a box, and let the other party help brew it.

"Is Uncle Lou not at home?"

Being let by his mother-in-law to sit on the sofa, Li Xuewu looked at the environment in the living room and asked, "Went out?"

"I let him go to the service department to turn around, recognize the door, and buy some daily necessities; it's just a stroll."

Tan Yali brought the tea, very enthusiastically placed it by Li Xuewu's hand, her eyes full of closeness.

Li Xuewu politely took the teacup, nodded, and said, "Dress warmly. If the sun is good, you should go out for a stroll more. The environment in this courtyard is okay."

"It's good enough, what else do you want."

Tan Yali folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, sat on the single sofa, and raised her hand to point to the fruit on the coffee table, asking her son-in-law not to be polite.

"If you ask me, for the three of us, it's just right to live in a house with a smaller area; otherwise, it's tiring to tidy up."

Although she was born as a concubine, she wasn't someone who did housework since she was a child. The concubines of the Republic of China either had skills or had beauty.

Tan Yali wasn't an ordinary concubine; back then, the Lou family was also a wealthy family in the capital, and she had to have a certain status to be a concubine for Lou Yu.

She naturally wouldn't say these things to Li Xuewu herself; it was Lou Xiaoe who mentioned it, saying that her mother was a descendant of Tan family cuisine.

If Li Xuewu had to say, no matter how refined the food was, it had to depend on personal taste and interest; there was no such thing as perfection.

So don't hold the cook too high, but professionals are stronger than amateurs, and they have a better grasp of the taste of inheritance.

The mother-in-law doesn't look very colorful now, it's because of her age. A person over forty, no matter how beautiful she was when she was young, how much can she leave now?

But saying she doesn't look colorful is relative. The mother-in-law has skills and holds the stomach of her husband.

She said she disliked the house being too big and it being troublesome to tidy up; half of it was for Li Xuewu to hear, and half of it was sincere.

In the past, she had maids and nannies to tidy up these things; how much could she handle? Now there are no such conditions, even if you have money, it doesn't work.

From arranging Lou Ting to go to the joint school, to buying this house of over 100 square meters, to the renovation and furniture arrangement, Li Xuewu could be said to have provided a one-stop service to the end, without the old couple having to worry at all.

Lou Yu is also convinced now. Although he can't be close to Li Xuewu, he is also concerned and thinking about him.

He also knows that his age might not be able to outlast the general trend. His daughter doesn't matter anymore, but this eldest grandson's future is likely to fall on his son-in-law, so how could he not think clearly?

"It's better to be a bit bigger, so Uncle Lou can have a place to read."

Li Xuewu smiled and said, "Lou Ting is also older, he should have his own room, and you can also stretch out in the kitchen."

When he chose the house, he didn't discuss it with the old couple, only saying that everything would be arranged properly, just waiting for the move.

Although he didn't call his father-in-law on his mouth, when Lou Jie was there, he also called her mom, so the care naturally had to be in place.

This property, along with the two properties of Ran Qiuye and Zhou Ya Mei, were all arranged by Dou Yaozu to be tidied up, and Zuo Jie watched for a month.

The renovation specifications and drawings were all personally reviewed by Li Xuewu, Dou Yaozu's people were responsible for the renovation, and Zuo Jie was responsible for the selection and matching of furniture and appliances.

In a month's time, coupled with letting the smell dissipate, there was no place using paint at this time, so there was no danger of formaldehyde poisoning.

To talk about standards, the renovation standards of these three houses were really not low; other people's floors were original cement, but these three places used tiles, looking fresh and fashionable.

Tan Yali was grateful for his efforts, and when she spoke, her mouth was full of concern and closeness; the two chatted for a while.

Until there was movement at the door, it was Lou Yu and Lou Ting, grandfather and grandson, who came in after strolling in the service department.

"Old Master, Xuewu is here."

Tan Yali had long stood at the door waiting when she heard the movement. Seeing the two enter the house, she reminded her husband and helped out with her hands.

It looked like the two had strolled a lot, carrying a pile of things in their hands, both food and daily necessities. Lou Ting was even holding a sugar-coated hawthorn in his hand.

"Hmm, when did you arrive?"

Lou Yu changed his slippers and entered the door, greeting Li Xuewu with a warm face. Seeing him stand up, he waved his hand to signal him not to be polite.

Lou Ting, who entered the door with his grandfather, saw that the scarred face had come again, and felt that the sugar-coated hawthorn in his mouth was no longer sweet, but bitter.

"Why don't you greet people?" Tan Yali reminded her grandson softly, "How did I teach you last time?"

"Gu... Uncle, hello." After holding it in for a long time, being urged by his grandfather's eyes, he finally shouted.

It was just that he didn't know if he was awkward in his heart, or if he was bashful in his mouth, but he actually called him "Gu Uncle" (Aunt-Uncle), and didn't know how he reasoned it.

Li Xuewu didn't indulge his ambiguity, looked at him seriously, and emphasized: "Calling me Uncle is fine, calling me Aunt-Husband is also fine, I'm not a bandit who eats children. You are a little boy, if you are as pretentious as a big girl again, I will teach you a lesson."

"Did you hear your Aunt-Husband's words?"

Tan Yali pushed her grandson, took him to sit on the sofa, and corrected his address.

Since Li Xuewu acknowledged him as his eldest nephew, the old couple only felt comforted, so how could they be annoyed by his meddling?

Anyway, Li Xuewu couldn't come a few times a year, work was so busy, even if he called him to his face, where would it cause trouble?

Lou Ting looked up at his grandfather, finally confirming that this scarred face was the man of his aunt in Hong Kong.

At his age of ten-plus, he suddenly remembered a sentence: "Birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups; if they are not one family, they don't enter the same door."

Although he was only ten years old at the time and didn't understand anything, he still remembered his father scolding his aunt many times.

And vaguely, his mother's running away from home, as well as his own family's ruin, were related to his aunt.

Even coming from Hong Kong to the mainland was because his aunt bought him from human traffickers on the street and threw him to his grandfather and grandmother.

To say what his impression of his aunt was, now there was no hatred, because he didn't understand yet, but there was a thick sense of fear.

For the man who threatened him when they met, and whom his grandmother now asked him to call Aunt-Husband, Lou Ting also felt more afraid in his heart.

He said he wasn't a bandit and didn't eat children, then where did the scars on his face come from?

So tall, so strong, so fierce, if he wasn't a bandit, could he be a good person?

Is he tricking a child?

That's really bullying people.

Lou Ting's expression didn't get more attention from Li Xuewu. Lou Yu returned, and the two chatted about family matters again.

Originally, Tan Yali wanted to keep her son-in-law for lunch, but Li Xuewu insisted on leaving, saying he still had to visit a few relationships.

The old couple lived with their grandson, and hadn't moved around for a long time, and didn't know how the relationships in the capital were.

Even moving here, they didn't know the neighbors on the left and right, let alone the people in this courtyard, and they didn't know if what Li Xuewu said was true or false.

But true or false didn't matter; Li Xuewu coming to see them was already doing his best, and both knew he was busy.

The more he was off duty, the busier he was.

"A family descendant shouldn't be so stingy."

After seeing Li Xuewu off, Lou Yu turned around and took his grandson to the sofa, carefully educating him.

Lou Ting just felt comfortable and let out a sigh of relief, but didn't expect his grandfather to have a serious expression again, so he stood up and listened with difficulty.

"Even if you fear and hate him for scaring you, you have to think, has he ever touched a finger of yours?"

Lou Yu naturally hoped his grandson would become a dragon; the Lou family was a big family in the capital, and he didn't want it to die out in the third generation, raising a small-minded person.

"I told you, he is not a bad person, he is really attentive and caring to our family. In the future, you should be more polite."

"Grandfather—" Lou Ting pursed his lips, asking with some stubbornness in his gaze: "Why is he in the capital?"

This question was not as good as asking directly why his aunt was in Hong Kong; speaking of it, it wasn't the family's secret, and his own confusion.

Tan Yali didn't want her lover to recall those annoying things from the past, so she walked over and persuaded her grandson: "Asking you to call him Aunt-Husband is to let you know why he takes care of us; when you go outside, just call him Uncle."

Lou Ting looked at his third grandmother with some confusion; she wasn't his biological grandmother, but she loved him more than his biological grandmother.

"Just do as I say, it won't be wrong." Tan Yali smiled and tapped his nose, "You have to remember, you are the future of the Lou family, a man who stands tall; you must never let people laugh at you."

"Then he... Aunt-Husband laughed at me? That's right—" Lou Ting thought of this and couldn't help but lower his head, murmuring: "Just now he said I wasn't a little boy, but a little girl."

"He was complaining that you were too cautious and hated that you feared him."

Tan Yali's persuasion was naturally softer than Lou Yu's and easier for Lou Ting to accept.

"Being able to come to the city to go to school, and having such a life free from worry about food and clothing, speaking of it, you really have to thank your Aunt-Husband."

She nagged like this, but her gaze was looking at her lover sitting diagonally opposite; she just didn't know if the old man regretted it.

Back then, the son-in-law's plan wasn't like this; he was going to stay in Yangcheng to dock with his daughter and be the "front-line commander."

Now... now what else is there to say? The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit; accept the bet and admit defeat, keep your duty and live your life.

If you dare to have other thoughts again, the son-in-law doesn't look like a good person either; he might get angry and do something heartless.

As for how heartless...

Leaving the Lou family, Li Xuewu didn't rush to call Nie Xiaoguang to call a car, but strolled forward.

It was really busy in the courtyard today; the workers in the factory were very afraid of delaying work, so they were all waiting for the weekend to move, and only "idlers" like Lou Yu could move into the building in advance to avoid this noise.

It was fine that trucks and tricycles were coming in and out, but there was even a horse-drawn carriage swaying in front of the building entrance at this moment.

Li Xuewu really paid attention and looked at it; it was a four-wheeled carriage, neither Chinese nor Western.

You really shouldn't be serious; four-wheeled carriages existed in ancient China, just not as widely applied as in Europe.

But looking at the passing carriage, there was a bit of a foreign flavor; there was even iron-art intertwined branch decoration on the carriage frame.

This craft of wearing a gold chain on the outside was definitely foreign; the Chinese people paid attention to being moderate and appropriate, so where would there be a show-off embroidering flowers on a carriage.

The reason Li Xuewu looked a few more times was because the Great Master also had a carriage, and the big green horse was still raised in the West Courtyard.

Strolling along the path between the residential buildings, looking around like looking at Western scenery.

It was just that it was the middle of winter in the park, where was there any Western scenery to see? There were quite a few people arguing and teasing.

The living environment of the Workers' New Village could be taken out even if placed in later generations; just looking at the design in the park, one would know.

This really wasn't the work of a French design team; the planning map of the garden and water system came from the Ancient Architecture Research Institute.

This name didn't sound unfamiliar; it was a branch of the Oriental 31 Architectural Cooperative, mainly focusing on classical traditional design.

To talk about gardens, how could foreigners have the thinking and imagination of the Chinese people? Looking at modern landscape gardens, one still had to talk about China.

Although the Workers' New Village couldn't do "one scene per step," the design of the green plant areas in front of and behind the buildings didn't repeat.

"Why did you come?"

Ran Qiuye had just finished tidying up the house when she heard someone knocking on the door; she was surprised, she didn't have any friends visiting.

Opening the door, she saw Li Xuewu standing at the door; the surprise in her tone couldn't hide the joy in her gaze.

"Came to see you, congratulate you on your housewarming."

Li Xuewu handed the two bags of fruit over, changed into slippers at the entrance, and entered the living room with Ran Qiuye.

Different from the renovation style of the Lou family, this place looked younger and more lively, but not jumpy.

"I just finished tidying up, tired with a forehead full of sweat."

For his sudden arrival, Ran Qiuye was really happy; while brewing tea, she greeted him.

"From getting off work yesterday until now, I slept less than three hours last night."

"The house is right here, it won't run away, why be so anxious?"

Li Xuewu took the teacup but had no desire to drink, because he had already used it at the Lou family.

He waved his hand, signaled Ran Qiuye to sit down and talk, and teased with a smile: "Didn't we agree to tidy up slowly?"

"Once this work starts, you can't let go; the more you do, the more energy you have."

Ran Qiuye had worked in the joint school for a year and a half; the improvement of the environment and progress in work had made her personality much more open.

She joked with Li Xuewu, but didn't sit down; she pointed to the bathroom direction and said: "I'll go wash up, you sit first."

Don't say, although it was inevitable that doors and windows leaked wind in this era, it wasn't cold in the house at all.

Even when he came in, he didn't feel cold in the corridor; it was because the heating was sufficient, and he was covered in sweat when drinking tea at the Lou family.

The renovation style was young, the color matching of furniture, and the configuration of household appliances also looked lively.

Especially the pot of Clivia small flowers on the desk was blooming brightly, in big clusters, very pleasing in this winter day.

"Are you bored? Do you want to watch TV?"

Ran Qiuye came out of the bathroom with a towel; seeing him just sitting silently, she felt a bit embarrassed.

He finally came once, but she only cared about her own comfort and forgot to greet him.

"No need to be so troublesome, I don't like watching that."

Li Xuewu waved his hand and greeted her to sit down and rest for a while.

Looking at the full bookcase in the living room, he asked again: "Did you move the bookcase and books from the old house?"

"I was afraid someone would go in and ruin them."

Ran Qiuye sat beside him; a three-person sofa was more than enough for the two of them, but their bodies were close together.

She wasn't a big girl; her lover was at home, what was there to be shy about?

If she really pretended to be reserved and twisted, he, who couldn't stay for long anyway, would probably be annoyed and disgusted.

Everyone was an adult; feelings were left in the heart, and things should be done; one couldn't delay business because of love.

Lu Xun once said, "A short separation is better than a new marriage."

Working as management in the school, she couldn't show the posture of being a little bird or being coy; all she had was calmness.

"Is it comfortable living here?"

Li Xuewu saw her sit over, so he put his hand on her leg, his gaze more concerned.

"I'm not a child anymore, why do you need to worry so much." Ran Qiuye tidied his shirt collar and said affectionately: "Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."

"Even if there wasn't this place, as long as you are in my heart, I am comfortable and happy wherever I live."

"It's freezing cold, I can't bear for you to ride a bike back and forth."

Li Xuewu saw her confessing like this, smiled, pulled her hand and rubbed it, "In case you fall, it's not a joke."

"You arranged for me to live here, I am happy in my heart."

Ran Qiuye didn't act coy, leaned on his shoulder following his intention, her face full of obedience and tenderness.

"I also have expectations, just hoping you are healthy, and your work goes smoothly..."

All tenderness was given to gratitude, sweetness was in the heart; Ran Qiuye was held in his arms without a trace of resistance, only saying softly to go to the room.

This place was bought for her by Li Xuewu, which could be considered an explanation for their relationship, and also a responsible attitude.

Want anything else?

Ran Qiuye wasn't an insatiable person; she had knowledge and confidence, but she had never thought about being management.

It was Li Xuewu who wanted her to stand out, encouraging her to try new work and challenges, and that was how there was Ran Qiuye, the principal of the junior high school department.

She was so lazy, lazy to argue with people, lazy to think about the future, and even lazier to force herself to achieve something.

Although he came to see her few times, he always kept her in his heart; wasn't that enough?

Ten times don't equal one time, it's better to have one time equal ten times.

Having experienced life and death, she was broad-minded and saw through things; what kind of life wasn't living?

Some people just don't want to get along with themselves when living, can't think things through, so life gets more and more twisted.

Today everyone was moving into new buildings, and naturally, there was a share for Han Lu; she called Nie Xiaoguang over to help.

Yesterday she said she would consider it, but in the evening she gave her a message that she wanted to try being together.

Try what?

Pre-marital physical examination?

Her body was still weak, she couldn't handle fooling around, and she didn't have the ability to test how capable that kid was.

If it were the other party, did he still want to try her technique?

"When are you moving your things over?"

Watching Nie Xiaoguang wandering around the house, looking like he really had work to do, Han Lu, who was sitting on the dining chair, suddenly asked.

"What things of mine?"

Nie Xiaoguang poked his head out from the master bedroom, looked at her and asked: "Didn't hear clearly, what did you say?"

"I said you," Han Lu repeated, looking at him, "when are you moving those things of yours over."

"You have to let me think about this."

Nie Xiaoguang really stopped the movement in his hand and thought seriously; this appearance gave Han Lu a white eye.

"Why, do you have to think carefully about this kind of thing?"

"Of course, if I don't think carefully, how do I know what things I have that are worth moving over."

Nie Xiaoguang's answer always hit people's lungs, wishing they could choke her.

Han Lu glanced at him sideways and asked: "Are you teasing me on purpose, or do you think you are very humorous?"

"Why would I tease you." Nie Xiaoguang leaned his arm against the wall and argued seriously: "When I came out of the house, I only brought one bag of luggage; the rest were either taken away by my mother or thrown away."

"What about the house your family originally had?" Han Lu frowned and asked: "Your father was a vice factory director."

"So what if he was a vice factory director?" Nie Xiaoguang lost interest, lowered his head to continue working, and replied impatiently: "The house we lived in was the factory's house; my father is gone, so naturally it has to be taken back."

"There's no such reason."

Feeling she had lost out, Han Lu felt a pity and muttered: "You have to consider the face of the old comrade."

"When my father died, he was still in labor reform status; what face is there to talk about."

Nie Xiaoguang said frankly: "Even the funeral and the decency I have today were given by the Secretary-General; it has nothing to do with my father."

"You are really loyal—"

Han Lu curled her lip, took a bite of the apple in her hand, and said: "You don't know his ruthlessness and calculation yet, right?"

"So what if I know, so what if I don't."

Nie Xiaoguang finished wiping the master bedroom, walked out, folded the rag in his hand, and said casually: "I just know he is righteous to me."

"Besides, even if he is ruthless and calculating, there is a reason for it; otherwise, he wouldn't be the Secretary-General of the Group."

Han Lu only felt boring; thinking of the encounter at the skating rink, she really didn't know what charm Li Xuewu had that could make a mixed kid like Nie Xiaoguang believe in him so wholeheartedly.

Since she decided to be a couple, Han Lu didn't bother to bicker with him, skipped this topic, and pointed to the garbage at the door.

"Wear clothes when you go out, be careful of catching a cold."

She stood up, stretched the cotton-padded jacket on her shoulders, and walked slowly to the master bedroom.

A miscarriage is no joke; it really is a walk through the gates of hell, and her baby was already big.

Even on the day she went to the operating table, the doctor was still asking her if she considered giving birth to the child.

It was so big, it was a life.

It's a pity, she, the mother, didn't have that blessing; even if the child came into the world, it would suffer, so forget it.

Besides, Old Li had already made it clear that the conditions were up to her, and the only requirement was that she had to know her status and sense of proportion.

What sense of proportion? Han Lu wished she could spit on Old Li at that time; a silver-like pewter spear head also dared to remind her to pay attention to the sense of proportion?

In the past, she only saw Zhou Miaomiao gaining power and thought Old Li was how romantic; now that it was her turn, she only felt disgusted.

However, Old Li also had stubborn times; if he was really stung by her eyes, he would drink a sip of life-saving medicinal wine.

That medicinal wine was really magical; it could make Old Li instantly become Big Li, spirited and full of vitality.

But it treats the symptoms but not the root cause; Old Li cherishes his life and only dares to use it once a month; he is afraid of dying on the road of no return of lust.

Until now, she had also suffered Zhou Miaomiao's bitterness and finally walked on this road she had paved.

It was just that she always felt she had lost out in her heart.

On one hand, Nie Xiaoguang was not as cultured and capable as Zhou Tan; on the other hand, she herself had finally lost the opportunity to be a mother.

Every time she thought of this, her heart would twitch, wanting to cry, but her tears had long been cried dry.

She didn't dare to mutter that she had brought this upon herself and couldn't live, but wasn't that the fact?

Downstairs, hearing the garbage truck coming, Nie Xiaoguang put on a cotton-padded jacket and walked out carrying the iron bucket in his hand.

Two big buckets of garbage; he didn't remember how many times he had gone downstairs to dump garbage today; cleaning the house alone was tiring.

He should be grateful to the leader for taking care of him; although he had to use the car on Sunday, he also allowed him to come over to help.

Downstairs, the labor service company's garbage removal truck was working; he also walked a few steps faster, so as not to add trouble to others.

"Yo, Driver Nie, you live here too."

Hearing someone greeting him, Nie Xiaoguang looked back and saw it was Zhou Tan, the deputy section chief of the design section of the technical department.

This person could also be considered a well-known figure in the factory; just like him now, the two could be considered "brothers in misfortune."

And Zhou Tan's address to him wasn't teasing, nor was it looking down on him; it was just a common address at this time.

A driver who drives a train is called "Big Car," for example, the Han Big Car that Li Xuewu once met; Seeing Sha Zhu also had people calling him Chef He.

Adding the position to the name was very normal; it could be considered a feature of this era; Liu Baorui was also called "Crosstalk Liu" by neighbors early on.

"Li Kezhang Zhou, you live here too? What a coincidence."

Nie Xiaoguang looked at him with some surprise, but didn't delay the movement in his hand; the garbage in the bucket was poured into the big trash can.

Seeing Zhou Tan come over, he even actively helped the other party.

"Thank you, didn't expect us to be neighbors."

Zhou Tan was very polite, asked with a smile: "Which floor do you live on? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"You haven't seen me before is right, because I didn't know I was going to live here before."

Nie Xiaoguang didn't care, and teased himself with a smile.

He tidied up the trash can, and in Zhou Tan's stunned expression, pointed to the third floor and explained: "Han Lu lives here, 301."

"Yeah, this—this is too coincidental."

Zhou Tan really didn't come back to his senses until Nie Xiaoguang helped him tidy up the trash can and handed it to him.

"Then we will have more contact in the future." He smiled and said: "We are all young people, don't be restrained."

"Hi, as long as you don't dislike me for having no status."

Nie Xiaoguang didn't learn little by being Li Xuewu's driver; he learned a lot of skills, and his personality changed like a different person.

The silly and stubborn energy of the past might still be there, but he wouldn't use it easily; competing was also competing with himself.

"How can you say that, aren't we all comrades."

It looked like Zhou Tan was willing to associate with him; the two chatted and laughed as they walked into the unit door, getting along very harmoniously.

The garbage collector was confused, not knowing how the two "greenest" young people in the factory chatted together.

After returning to the third floor, Nie Xiaoguang was still polite to Zhou Tan at the door and said goodbye, making an appointment to go out and play when there was time.

"Who is it? Who are you talking to?"

Han Lu's voice came from the master bedroom; she had just heard his voice at the door.

Nie Xiaoguang put down the trash can first, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then came to the master bedroom door and said: "Zhou Tan."

"Didn't expect him to live in this unit too, just upstairs."

He curled his lips slightly, with a playful expression, and said: "This is really 'Qiao's mother opening the door for Qiao'—coincidental to the extreme."

"What do you mean? Is it very funny?"

Han Lu swore she really didn't know about this; if she had known Zhou Miaomiao lived upstairs, would she have chosen to live here?

Hearing Nie Xiaoguang's words, she was already angry enough, and seeing his expression of "it has nothing to do with me, just watching the excitement," she couldn't hold it back completely.

Nie Xiaoguang didn't fear her anger, stared straight at her and said: "Whether it's funny or not isn't up to me; if I say it's not funny, can you avoid other people's laughter?"

"What do you mean? Make it clear!"

Han Lu didn't care about her weak body, stood up from the bed, wishing she could tear Nie Xiaoguang's mouth.

Nie Xiaoguang really didn't take her seriously, and just said carelessly: "There are no coincidences in this world; most of them are people deliberately doing this, waiting to watch your excitement."

Han Lu, who had walked over and was about to make a move, was also stunned; her eyebrows stood up, but the anger shifted from Nie Xiaoguang.

She recalled that she wasn't the one who went to get the house back then; it was Li Huai De's secretary, Li Haiyang, who sent the key over.

There were too many people involved; she really couldn't say whether the people in the housing management office did something, or if Li Haiyang was bold enough to reach the sky.

However, Han Lu wasn't completely brainless; at this moment, she already knew that if she went to the housing management office to make a scene, or made a scene with Zhou Miaomiao, she would become a joke in this building, and even a joke in the organ and the group.

But the breath was stuck in her heart, and her eyes looked like they were going to spit fire.

"You don't have to be so gloating; we are going to form a family, what do you take me for?"

The anger didn't shift, it just changed taste.

Nie Xiaoguang was frank, turned around to tidy up his cotton-padded jacket, and said without looking back at Han Lu's gloomy gaze: "Whatever you take me for, I take you for."

After saying this, he didn't care about Han Lu and went out alone, in a great mood, without feeling Han Lu's empathy.

"Young people are mostly heartless."

This sentence wasn't said by Mr. Lu Xun, because Mr. Lu Xun hadn't encountered the betrayal and abandonment of a lover, so he couldn't say such words.

Whether Han Lu would cry at home, and whether her already weak body would get worse, Nie Xiaoguang didn't care at all.

She took him for a cat or dog, and he took her for a silly doll; there is no true love in this world, it's just mutual fraud.

"Just right, I blocked your car!"

Qin Huairu was a bit anxious; seeing that the person sitting in the back seat of the car was Li Xuewu, she only said one sentence and wanted to get in the car.

Nie Xiaoguang was so angry he almost pulled out his gun to give her a shot; blocking the car was a crime enough, and now she wanted to hitch a ride?

Li Xuewu saw her anxiety, actively pushed open the opposite car door, and signaled her to sit in the back.

"Is it the Joint Hospital? Why so urgent?"

Li Xuewu glanced at her and reached out to pat Nie Xiaoguang's backrest, signaling him to drive.

"The month was already full, but there was no movement."

Seeing the car move forward, Qin Huairu also let out a sigh of relief, explaining: "Originally planned to go see her, but it was delayed because of moving house."

"I remember her due date; even if I didn't go during the day today, I would have gone to the hospital for a turn in the evening. Who would have thought..."

She was originally an elder sister; the sisters were both in the city, if they didn't miss each other, who else could they count on?

Qin Jingru was having her first child; although there was an old lady at home taking care of her, she didn't have confidence after all.

She couldn't talk to Han Jiankun, so she could only complain to her sister.

In the past, she had to work at Li Xuewu's house, so she had no time to visit, and she rarely returned to the courtyard.

It was in the second half of this year, after she became pregnant and the fetus was stable, that she often came to the courtyard.

The sisters' feelings were as before; after each formed a family, they felt even more that "living in the capital is not easy," and they had to support each other.

Her sister was giving birth; if she wasn't there, ninety-nine bows had already been knelt, and it was just this one bow left?

"Her body is good, nutrition is sufficient, what are you afraid of."

Li Xuewu didn't know how to comfort people, only saying, "Besides, it's not like she's giving birth at home, what situation can't the hospital handle."

"Jiankun was anxious on the phone, I was just afraid of problems."

Qin Huairu didn't dare to argue with him, only mentioning the urgency Han Jiankun mentioned on the phone.

Li Xuewu shook his head slightly and said: "Don't listen to him, he always treats Qin Jingru's small matters as big matters, it's mostly exaggerated."

This was comfort; after all, how urgent it was couldn't be made clear on the phone.

Seeing him say this, and with such a certain appearance, Qin Huairu's nervous heart also relaxed a bit.

"Blame me, moving house a week later wouldn't have made a difference." She blamed herself, "How did it happen together."

"If you moved next week, would she give birth next week?"

Li Xuewu laughed, patted his thigh and said: "If you can calculate it accurately, help me calculate which day I will get 'Great Freedom'."

"Are you teasing me? Still 'Great Freedom'." Qin Huairu was amused by his words and scolded: "I don't believe you have a day of freedom."

"That's right, you still see it accurately."

Li Xuewu let out a long breath, withdrew his gaze from outside the car window, looked at her and asked: "Finished moving at home?"

"Finished moving, just tidying up."

Qin Huairu nodded and said: "Actually, it should have been finished moving long ago, it's my mother-in-law who can't bear to part with this and doesn't want to throw away that."

"The house wasn't big to begin with, where could it stuff so many things? I threw away what was really useless."

"Who hasn't been hungry—"

Li Xuewu smiled, didn't listen to her complaints, and asked: "Why didn't you think about buying a bigger one? Are you short of money?"

"Who isn't short of money?" Qin Huairu turned her head and rolled her eyes, "Haven't heard of anyone taking out their old capital to buy a house; it's enough to live in."

The two chatted for a few sentences, and the car had already arrived downstairs at the Joint Hospital. Qin Huairu didn't wait for the car to stop steadily and jumped down, rushing into the lobby.

"It's not like she's giving birth, why is she so anxious—"

Nie Xiaoguang was startled by her and couldn't help but mutter in the car.

Li Xuewu didn't care, took five yuan from his pocket and handed it to him, telling him to buy some fruit and nutritional supplements.

This was still the Liangma River Ecological Industrial Zone; the internal supply and marketing service department belonging to the Group Sales General Company was not hard to find; it was in the hospital.

If he didn't know, that was one thing, but since he had already caught up, how could he pretend not to see?

Qin Jingru and her husband could also be considered honest people; this gift couldn't be missing.

Of course, he wouldn't go up.

If Qin Jingru had given birth, that would be fine; he would bring a gift up, which would be appropriate. What if she hadn't given birth?

This hospital was the Group's hospital, and there was no lack of gossip. Knowing that Qin Jingru had been a nanny in his house, what if something leaked out?

He wasn't hypocritical, he just didn't want to make Han Jiankun look bad; which man is generous when it comes to women's affairs?

Even if Han Jiankun understood in his heart, he would still feel blocked when facing rumors, so it was better to let Nie Xiaoguang go up.

The driver was born to run errands. More than twenty minutes later, Nie Xiaoguang ran back, panting, and said as soon as he got in the car: "I'll be a man again in the next life."

"Where did you pick up this realization?"

Li Xuewu was looking at the materials in his hand; hearing him say this, he looked up at him with amusement.

Nie Xiaoguang started the car, and while turning the steering wheel, said: "You didn't see the howling at the entrance of the obstetrics and gynecology department, tsk tsk."

He explained this while shaking his head with emotion, "They all say giving birth is like passing through the gates of hell; I only thought it was an exaggeration before."

"Just for this?" Li Xuewu snorted in his nostrils and said: "You only know you don't hurt anymore, so you don't want children?"

This was a hint to Nie Xiaoguang; if he wanted a son and daughter, someone had to go through the gates of hell.

He cherished himself and couldn't bear to go, so he had to cherish his lover even more, know how to be grateful, and also know the grace of his mother's birth and upbringing.

And the result?

Nie Xiaoguang was silent for a long time; I don't know what he was thinking, but he suddenly said: "I'm relieved, there won't be children in the future."

Li Xuewu, sitting in the back, was laughed at by him; if it weren't for the fact that he was driving, he really wanted to give him a slap.

He was still young, only thinking that everything could be paid, everything was in time, and there were still many regret medicines.

Little did he know that the best years and the most precious opportunities were missed precisely at the age when they were ignorant and didn't know how to cherish.

Missed is missed; where is there any regret medicine to eat? Otherwise, why would many people shake their heads whenever they recall themselves and the things they did when they were young at the age of thirty?

Back then... if I had... I wouldn't be like this now...

This can be said until thirty-nine; at forty, one is no longer confused.

At forty, one is no longer allowed to be reckless, and there is no lack of regrets.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1360 =====

If only back then... if I had... I wouldn't be in this state now...

You can say this until you're thirty-nine, but at forty, you're supposed to be free of doubts.

At forty, you're not allowed to cause trouble anymore, and you're not short on regrets either.

(End of chapter)