Ling Kexin stopped the car and pressed down the window.
Bai Leshan arched her back, holding her right arm with her left hand and slowly walked towards the company gate. Today she was wearing a pair of black high heels, a black business suit, her hair in a bun, and her back looked thin.
A woman who was once so arrogant and arrogant has now been tortured by time and marriage so that her gorgeous glory has disappeared, and her whole body is stained with vicissitudes and desolation.
She is only twenty-seven years old and should not be aging and shrinking so early.
"Yiting, please help me take care of my cousin." Ling Kexin drove, plugged in her earphones, and pressed Mo Yiting's mobile phone number.
"Hey, did you give me a ride and I have to repay you?" The other person chuckled.
"You are the vice president, so you should care about your subordinates."
"What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know either, so I'll let you show your leadership affinity."
Na Xiang spat at her, then hung up the phone with a smile. Ling Kexin unplugged the earphones, and her face suddenly became serious again. She had not been to her uncle's house for almost a month.
Because every time she went there, Zhang Sufen would mutter and curse with insinuations, saying that if those things hadn't happened a few years ago, Bai Leshan wouldn't be in such a miserable condition now.
Zhao Feilong harmed her!
When she spoke, her eyes turned white toward Ling Kexin. When Ling Kexin met her gaze, she changed her face again. Tears welled up in her eyes pitifully, and she sighed, saying that her business was not as good as before and she owed too much debt to others.
Now I have to raise a nephew.
Ling Kexin knew what she meant and would give her a little money every time she went there, ranging from five thousand to ten thousand.
But Zhang Sufen is still too young, saying that she doesn't know how to control men. She is married to such a rich young master of the Mo family, but can't control his money. Her parents' family's current conditions are poor, how can she tolerate this?
When Zhang Sufen talked too much, Bai Haoming would scold her, so every time Ling Kexin went there, the couple would have a quarrel, which made Ling Kexin dare not go there often.
During this period, Bai Leshan rarely contacted her. Bai Haoming said that she also found a job at night.
"Young mistress, are you worried about your cousin?" Lu Qiaoer, who had not seen her speak, couldn't help but speak.
Ling Kexin stared forward and smiled lightly, "Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite. I was thinking of her."
"Young lady, you are so kind-hearted. She was very mean to you in the past."
"But I am only her cousin."
"Madam, do you think a bad person can become a good person?" Lu Qiaoer leaned over and looked at Ling Kexin's beautiful profile.
"Of course, in the beginning, human beings are inherently good."
Lu Qiaoer pursed her lips, with a little sadness in her eyes, and murmured: "That's not necessarily true. My stepmother is very bad to my grandma. She often doesn't feed her, and she's not good to me either."
Ling Kexin felt sad, frowned, and the car speeded up.
Lu Qiaoer's home is located in a slum area of a small county town in Jiangbin City. There are low houses here. Lu Qiaoer took Ling Kexin into a small alley and pointed to an old and mottled wooden door.
"We've arrived at my house." She smiled slightly awkwardly, and then opened the door.
Ling Kexin followed her in carrying a few boxes of gifts, and saw a small yard inside where miscellaneous goods were stored. There was a musty smell in the air, garbage was everywhere on the ground, and the thick leaves made a rustling sound when stepped on.
Two hens were foraging on the ground, raising their heads from time to time to look at the fallen leaves on the trees, as if expecting a few bugs to fall on them.
There were three low old houses, the pillars of the corridor were gray and black, and the cement on the ground was pitted. After going up two steps, Lu Qiaoer stopped at a doorway and stopped motionless.
Ling Kexin glanced doubtfully, then brushed her shoulder and looked inside.
In the dim room, I saw an old lady wearing a black shirt, with a stooped back and a loose, white bun on the back of her head. Her back was to the door, and she was digging for something on a stove.
Seeing her back so thin and withered, hinting at the cruel crushing effects of age on her, Ling Kexin suddenly felt a sense of desolation in her heart.
How many people are still struggling on the poverty line in this world?
How many elderly people are still suffering?
"Grandma..." Lu Qiaoer didn't say anything, but Ling Kexin did.
Old Mrs. Lu turned around, her turbid eyes were white. She raised Hua Lao's hand to wipe her eyes, then moved her shrunken lips without any luster, and said hoarsely: "Who is it?"
"Grandma..." Lu Qiaoer rushed over and held her in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes, "I am Qiaoer, I am bringing my eldest mistress to see you!"
"Young mistress?" The old lady's misty eyes flicked up her eyelids hard, her wrinkled face was extremely surprised, "Really? Really? She is a distinguished guest, come on, come on...let's go...
She sits."
After saying that, she pushed Lu Qiaoer away and looked towards Ling Kexin, but she couldn't see Ling Kexin's face clearly, and the whole figure was blurry in her eyes.
She seemed very happy, grinning, and looked flustered. She touched a chair like a blind man touching an elephant. Because her hand just took out the rice from the pot, she was afraid of getting dirty, so she leaned down and wiped it with her sleeves.
Wipe again.
"Madam, sit down quickly, Qiao'er, make me a cup of tea. The tea is not good... Madam, don't dislike it." The old lady said tremblingly and waved her hand.
Ling Kexin glanced at the dark stove, and there was a bowl on it containing some rice dumplings soaked in water, probably for the old man's lunch.
Next to the stove is a wooden bed with a gray and yellow worn-out mosquito net hanging on it. There is not a single decent piece of furniture in the whole room.
For a moment, Ling Kexin felt extremely sad. She put down the gift box and walked over to hold the old lady's hand.
"Grandma, what's wrong with your eyes?"
"It's okay, it's okay... Mistress, your hands are so soft," the old lady patted the back of her hand, smiling, the wrinkles on her forehead filled with viburnum deeply elongated, "I heard from Qiao'er that you have a good heart.
I gave her a lot of money last time and asked her to bring me food every time. Thank you, Madam."
"..." Staring at her face, Ling Kexin's eyes were burning. She thought of her own grandmother. Her family was poor at the time, and her grandmother lived a miserable life. She liked to hold on when she got sick, but she died of illness before she was seventy.
Ling Kexin did not sit down, but held the old man's shoulders and asked her to sit on the chair.
When the old lady remembered, Ling Kexin squatted down, held her hands, and said sincerely: "Grandma, please sit down. This time, I want to ask for your opinion."
From a close distance, the old lady could see the outline of Ling Kexin's entire face. Although it was still covered with a layer of mist, she could tell that the face was very beautiful. She reached out to touch it, but her fingertips trembled slightly.
As soon as she touched Ling Kexin's nose, she shrank back again, her expression showing embarrassment.
"Young lady, you are a beautiful woman, and grandma has seen you."
Ling Kexin took her hand again and put it on her cheek. The old man's fingertips were very cold, but there was only a slight moist heat in his palm.
She clearly felt that the old man was agitated, and his hands were shaking and trembling.
But Ling Kexin squatted in front of her like this and held her hand. Not only did she feel sour and sad in her heart, but she also felt an indescribable warmth.
"Grandma, I want to take you to live in Jiangbin City, and you live with Qiaoer."
Lu Qiaoer had just made tea and almost dropped the tea cup when she heard this. She stared at Ling Kexin with wide eyes.
Ling Kexin smiled, and in the dark room, her smile was like a sun, making the dark room shine with light.
"How can that be done? Madam, we can't trouble you." The old lady choked.
"It's not troublesome. I'm just responsible for helping you find a house. Qiao'er will take care of you. Also, you have cataracts and you have to go to a big hospital in the city for surgery. That way you can see Qiao'er and me clearly."
"That would cost... that would cost a lot of money." The old lady had tears rolling down her eyes.
Ling Kexin turned back and glanced at Lu Qiaoer. She was holding the tea cup, her shoulders were shaking, her face was already covered with tears, she was holding back her tears, and she was so excited that she was speechless and choked.
Ling Kexin's eyes were gentle and friendly. She recalled that Lu Qiaoer had taken good care of her over the years. The milk powder she accidentally changed saved Mo Ye... This was enough for her to repay Lu Qiaoer's love.
Ling Kexin has always adhered to the principle of repaying kindness.
Money is something external to the body. Besides, she and Mo Ye have plenty of money. With so much money saved, it is better to help the poor and see their happy smiles, which will make them happy.
Mo Lin said: "There is no distinction between high and low."
Ling Kexin thinks the same. She is also a human being. If she were rich, she would be willing to help poor people.
Lu Qiaoer's father works in a factory. He has a weak character and is afraid of his wife. The old lady suffers from rape all year round and has no one to take care of her at home. However, Lu Qiaoer can only go home once a month in Mo's Manor.
Jiang Bin can also relieve her worries and make her live happily.
Thinking of this, Ling Kexin was even more determined in her decision, although she did not discuss it with Mo Ye.
"Grandma, I will pay for all the money. As I honor you, you will be my grandma from now on. It's settled. You can pack it up. I will send a car to pick you up in two days."
After hearing this, the old lady wrapped Ling Kexin's hand in her palms with trembling hands. She burst into tears and said in a hoarse voice: "Young lady, how can we thank you?"
"Boom!" Lu Qiaoer suddenly knelt down towards Ling Kexin and burst into tears.
More than half an hour later, Ling Kexin took Lu Qiaoer to a small restaurant. As soon as she ordered the food, Brother Yang came.
"Qiaoer, Qiaoer..." He looked very happy, but when he glanced at Ling Kexin opposite Lu Qiaoer, his eyes suddenly lit up and he stammered, "She, she is..."
"My name is Ling Kexin." Ling Kexin stood up and pointed to a stool next door with a calm expression, naturally exuding a sense of majesty.
Lu Qiaoer's heart tightened. Ling Kexin's expression showed that it was easy for her to break out of her "small universe". Her previous "struggle" with the eldest young master was still fresh in her memory.
She is not afraid of the eldest young master. This Brother Yang must be a piece of cake in her eyes.
Yang Hui's facial features do look a bit like Cao Lei's, but his temperament is far different. When he saw Ling Kexin, he immediately became attracted to her... What a beautiful woman. Such a beauty has come to this small place. She is really a fairy.
He sat down with a smile, pulled on a gray-white jacket, and stared at Ling Kexin without blinking an eye.
Ling Kexin ignored it and moved the dish calmly, placing the two dishes in front of Lu Qiaoer.
Yang Hui slowly moved his eyes to the table and was startled to see that there was no tableware for him on the table.
That's strange. Didn't you call me and ask him to come over and have a meal with you?
Moreover, when he saw that Ling Kexin was so good to Lu Qiaoer, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with suspicion. He turned to look at Lu Qiaoer. Lu Qiaoer touched him with her elbow, blushed and whispered: "She is the eldest mistress of the Mo family."
Yang Hui immediately widened his eyes, a trace of panic flashed under his eyes, and his ears felt a little hot. He seemed to be very embarrassed by the disrespect and conjecture just now. He lowered his eyes and couldn't help but want to look at Ling Kexin.
He had long known from Lu Qiao'er that this Ling Kexin was the woman that the eldest young master of the Mo family loved very much. The eldest young master would rather have her than a beautiful mixed-race child from France.
"Your name is Yang Hui?" Ling Kexin asked calmly after placing the dishes, pouring some juice for herself and Lu Qiaoer.
"yes."
"Do you like Qiao'er?"
"Yes." Yang Hui suddenly became nervous, put his hands down from the table, and scratched his trouser legs with his fingers.
"I like her and marry someone else, do you believe what you say?" Ling Kexin raised her eyes and looked at Yang Hui, her eyes as beautiful as a spring water reflected a sharp light.
The beauty is as cold as ice. She looks at people with indifference, but she seduces people's hearts.
Yang Hui suddenly felt thirsty in his throat. He looked at Ling Kexin blankly, his mouth opened, and he forgot to answer.