Wen Qiao was reluctant to take the red envelope handed to him by his uncle.
Six hundred per person, that's eighteen hundred for three people. My uncle's monthly salary is only over three thousand. Once this red envelope is given out, half of his salary is gone. How can she accept it
"Uncle, we usually receive 200 yuan in red envelopes, otherwise it will be 200 yuan per person."
Su Ce knew what his little girl was worried about, and nodded: "Okay, then you can give the money in this red envelope to your brother."
It's fine if the little girl saves money for him, so that she won't have to worry.
Wen Qiao took the red envelope solemnly and looked at Wen Chi and Wen Mo: "I'll give it to you after dinner."
Mr. Chi: …
Am I someone who needs these two hundred yuan? Never mind, it's also a token of my uncle's kindness, so I'll just take it.
But my uncle still needs to work hard. He can't really make money by buying lottery tickets. Anyway, at present, my uncle is the one who earns the least in the family except Xiaomo.
Su Ce:
Wimmer: …
Brother, as long as you are happy.
This also strengthened Wen Qiao's determination to supervise his uncle to get his college diploma this time. He first set a small goal for him to help his uncle earn more than 10,000 yuan a month! -
In the hospital, Fu Nanli, Ye Minqiu, and Uncle Li were all standing outside the operating room. Fu Chuan also hurried over: "What happened to your grandfather?"
Fu Nanli pressed his temple, and Ye Minqiu explained, "He had a cerebral infarction. He got angry this time, and his blood pressure rose. I'm afraid he was stimulated and fainted just now."
Fu Chuan looked at Fu Nanli and said, "Sit down and rest for a while. Don't worry too much. Li Fang and the others are the doctors who have been treating your grandfather. They know his health and condition very well. Nothing will happen."
Fu Nanli responded lightly, "Yeah."
Ye Minqiu: "You came all the way here. We are here. You can go back and have the New Year's Eve dinner."
Fu Chuan: "It's okay, I'll accompany Nan Li."
Ye Minqiu patted his shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Won't."
The three big words "In Operation" remained lit. Fu Nanli stood there quietly, not saying a word or sitting down. Ye Minqiu didn't know what he was thinking.
He must have been feeling very conflicted. On the one hand, he didn't like his grandfather interfering in his life, but on the other hand, this old man was his blood relative whom he could not give up.
His grandfather also regarded him as his lifeblood.
He said some harsh words which caused his grandfather to faint. He must have felt guilty inside.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the lights at the door of the operating room went out. Fu Nanli's heart suddenly lifted up. The door of the operating room opened, and the surgeon walked up to him and said, "The old man is fine, but he really can't have too much emotional fluctuations. Try not to make him angry, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
Ye Minqiu was in a complicated mood. She was afraid that she couldn't force the old man to deal with the matter between her son and Wen Qiao. She could only slowly and step by step let the old man accept the child.
Fu Huaiyong was transferred to the VIP ward. He woke up after a while with an IV needle inserted in the back of his hand. He looked a little haggard.
Seeing Fu Nanli, he looked unhappy, opened his lips, and said to Ye Minqiu: "Do you know what this child said?"
Ye Minqiu sat aside, serving tea and water, and said patiently: "What did he say to irritate Dad? I will teach him a lesson later."
"This kid actually said that Xianyuan's depression was caused by me. Look at what bullshit he said."
How could Fu Huaiyong dare to admit all this
If he admitted that he shouldn't have interfered in his son's marriage, it would mean that he admitted that he had made his son depressed and unhappy, and indirectly admitted that the death of his only son was entirely due to him.
(End of this chapter)