I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 106 Can He Ask?

After all, Han Xianglan had declared that she really didn’t have this daughter anymore. freёwebnoѵel.com

Or you could say, a woman’s heart becomes more ruthless than a man’s when she is hardened, now his brother finds himself in a difficult position.

It was even harder for him. Now that Han Xianglan did not acknowledge her own daughter, what was he, her uncle, supposed to do?

If he continued to keep in touch, it would seem a bit like he was taking advantage of Qiao Qingyu, yet Qiao Qingyu surely recognized them as her family.

If contact was to be unilaterally severed, what was Qiao Qingyu to do?

Married off so far away, how could Qiao Qingyu possibly not even have a family to call her own?

But Han Xianglan’s stubbornness was seen by everyone in the Qiao Family.

She really did not have any dealings with He Family and He Shan.

She did not accept gifts or meet face to face.

She didn’t even exchange words.

When it came to cutting ties, it was truly a complete severance.

The two villages were not far from one another, and he had personally witnessed He Shan kneeling by the riverbank, a young man in his twenties, crying like a child.

Qiao Zhiyuan wiped his face and slowly released the breath that he had been holding in his heart. It’s okay, probably just not enough time had passed.

But then his heart sank immediately, perhaps it wasn’t a matter of the length of time.

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When He Xiuyu came home from work, Qiao Qingyu had already finished cooking.

He could smell the fragrance of the food as soon as he stood in the yard.

He called out to the lovely figure in the kitchen, "Qiao Qingyu, come out for a moment."

Qiao Qingyu turned to look.

Her eyes immediately fell upon the flower pots that were placed on the steps.

Nearly dozens of them, all the same size and dark red, with various patterns on them.

Qiao Qingyu shook her hands and stepped out of the kitchen to stand on the steps, then crouched down to examine the flower pots one by one.

She had never seen them at the market or in the county town.

They were beautifully shaped and not at all clumsy.

Qiao Qingyu, crouching on the ground, looked up at He Xiuyu, whose gaze was softly resting on her.

She smiled, "Where did you buy all these beautiful flower pots from..."

"I fired them in my spare time..."

He Xiuyu’s voice was soft and faint.

He felt there was no need for Qiao Qingyu to have to guess about someone doing a good deed anonymously or to play a guessing game.

It was better to be direct.

"The red willow baskets were not bad, but after all, they’re not as durable as the flower pots fired in Red Mud Slope, three hundred miles away from the base."

At this point, He Xuerong had already picked up a flower pot, but she was standing in front of Qiao Qingyu, her shiny black eyes fixed on Qiao Qingyu.

The little girl had a very acute sense of perception.

She felt that today’s little aunt was different from the usual little aunt.

Yet she didn’t know why it was different, nor could she express her feelings, she just stood in front of Qiao Qingyu with the flower pot, motionless.

He Xiuyu was a man with an extremely keen sense of observation, and he was adept at reading micro-expressions, perhaps due to his work, so he too perceived the emotions Qiao Qingyu was concealing.

Qiao Qingyu wasn’t very happy today.

Her mood seemed somewhat low, but she had hidden it very well.

What happened, could he ask?

After a moment of silence, Qiao Qingyu sincerely said, "I didn’t expect you to be so skilled, even able to make pottery flower pots. They are all very beautiful and exactly what I need, thank you."

"No need to be polite," He Xiuyu hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile and gently asked Qiao Qingyu, "What are you going to do with these flower pots? Are you moving them all inside or leaving them out in the yard for now?"

"Of course they’ll stay in the yard. I’ll deal with them tomorrow when I have time."

Hearing Qiao Qingyu’s words, He Xiuyu didn’t hesitate to move the flower pots to a corner against the wall, arranging them neatly. During this time, He Xuerong also moved two of them. Although she remained expressionless, this was already a pleasant surprise for He Xiuyu.

Dinner was mantou made of a mix of grains, a soup of cabbage and tofu, and pickles.

In such a season, in such a place, even if you have money, you can’t buy anything delicious.

The same is true even for the base.

It’s good if they could eat meat once every half month.

Having the chance to eat such green cabbages, everyone had to thank Qiao Qingyu.

Qiao Qingyu’s cooking skills were excellent. Even the simple cabbage and tofu soup was made flavorful. They had one basin, and the three of them drank it all up.

Under the light, Qiao Qingyu began to flip through high school textbooks idly.

She had already graduated from junior high and was now starting to learn the first-year high school curriculum.

However, apart from Shen Fen, no one else at the learning class could teach high school content.

But Qiao Qingyu wasn’t in a hurry; anyway, she wasn’t able to attend university this year. If she could complete the third-year high school curriculum by autumn, that wouldn’t be bad.

If it really came down to it, she could join a third-year class as a new student since she wasn’t burdened with anything else and could just leave on a whim.

But today, her attention wasn’t on the books.

Compared to the original owner of the body, except for the face she was wearing, there was nothing similar between them.

To be honest, even this face was different from the original owner’s.

In this world, every person is unique.

There are no two people with exactly the same aura.

If she really hardened her heart, she, the imposter, could completely ignore anything to do with the Qiao Family Team.

After all, from what her uncle said, her parents still hadn’t forgiven her.

Yet, she still felt distracted, as if she had lost something.

He Xuerong sat quietly in front of the window sill. In front of her were two willow baskets planted with snowdrops and Rainbow Flowers, covered in darkness with not a hint of green.

But she looked fascinated, although after a while, she turned her face to look towards Qiao Qingyu.

If it were any other day, Qiao Qingyu would have noticed, but today she didn’t pay any attention to He Xuerong’s expression.

Suddenly, Qiao Qingyu stood up and placed the book in her hand on the desk.

She hurried to He Xiuyu’s study.

The door to the study was open, and at that moment, He Xiuyu was standing in front of a bookshelf flipping through materials.

He Xiuyu’s study was naturally arranged by himself, the room large, over 30 square meters, surrounded by tall custom-made bookshelves that reached the ceiling and were filled with books.

She didn’t know where he had gotten it all from, remembering that during a certain period in the past, books and materials hadn’t been easy to come by.

So, it seems there are always exceptions, regardless of the era.

Qiao Qingyu stood at the doorway and knocked a few times. He Xiuyu, who was browsing through books, turned around leisurely. He had already heard her rushed footsteps, put the book down, and turned to look at Qiao Qingyu.

Then, He Xiuyu’s gaze dimmed slightly; indeed, Qiao Qingyu had something on her mind today.

He smiled at her, feigning ignorance, "Director Shen told me you have started studying first-year high school material. Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Qiao Qingyu shook her head, but she hadn’t expected Shen Fen to even report her study progress to him.

Why did He Xiuyu feel like a parent right now?