Unfortunately, the threat didn’t work, and Chang Qinghua said, "Not doing it."
Ji Qishu pointed at her with his finger, "Just wait, next month you’ll be drinking the northwest wind."
"I’ve saved up a bit over the past two years."
Ji Qishu was skeptical, "You only earn twenty thousand a month. After all your expenses, how much could you possibly have left?"
Chang Qinghua said, "I once interviewed an economist and kept in touch financially. He gave a lot of stock market information, which earned quite a bit."
This kind of thing actually happens?
This woman, in front of her boss, openly admitted to using her job for personal gain and profiting from client connections. It was outrageous!
Ji Qishu was at his wit’s end with her, but he couldn’t bear to see her lose everything, so he didn’t talk to her for over half an hour.
When news spread that Ji Qishu was hospitalized, many friends from the circle visited him all morning, like on an assembly line, leaving him little private ti with Chang Qinghua, which made him want to hang a sign on the door saying, "No Loitering."
Xiaoman didn’t have classes in the afternoon, so Chang Danran brought him back but had nowhere to leave him because she had to work overti. So she sent Xiaoman to find Chang Qinghua.
Thus, Xiaoman spent the entire afternoon doing his howork in Ji Qishu’s VIP hospital room.
Xiaoman was very disciplined, quietly doing his howork in the room. Seeing him, Ji Qishu thought this kid was no ordinary child. Any child who could sit still would surely have a bright future.
Ji Qishu said, "Your sister’s child is already six, and you don’t have any children yet. What a failure. Xiaoman, co here; let your uncle-in-law check your howork for mistakes."
Xiaoman, being a quiet character, brought his howork over for Ji Qishu to see, "Auntie, is he my uncle-in-law?"
"No."
Ji Qishu said, "He’ll be sooner or later, just like how you used to call soone else dad, and now you’re acknowledging your ancestors."
Xiaoman did have two dads: "Oh, I get it. Your relationship with Auntie is like my dad’s and mom’s. Even if you’re not together now, you love each other, right?"
Ji Qishu snapped his fingers, "You’re a sharp one, aren’t you?"
Then Ji Qishu checked his howork: "Your handwriting is pretty, and there aren’t any mistakes in your work. Xia Ye Zhao is really lucky, finding a son effortlessly who’s a good seedling."
Chang Qinghua patted Xiaoman’s head, "Keep doing your howork, don’t pay him any mind."
Xiaoman said, "Auntie, I’m almost done. Can I play gas for a while after I finish?"
Chang Qinghua said, "Once you’re finished, I’ll give you my phone."
Ji Qishu: "Playing gas isn’t a good habit for kids. What are you playing with? Let your uncle-in-law teach you."
"No need, I play with Ye Qinghan and Mo Yinhe."
The three of them ford a team, and as long as Mo Yinhe led, they could conquer everything, which was really fun.
Xiaoman wasn’t addicted to gas, but he enjoyed playing with Ye Qinghan and Mo Yinhe; this was socializing for kids.
His dad said that maintaining friendships outside of academics was sothing worth encouraging — if these friendships continued, they’d be unbreakable when they grew up.
"Playing with that boy Yinhe?" Ji Qishu shuddered.
That kid was better at gas than adults, so Ji Qishu wisely kept quiet since he couldn’t beat little Yinhe.
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