I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 584 - 578: Fell into the Dust

The early stages required a substantial investment, and Wu Xiucai was very supportive. He was only worried that Qiao Qingyu wouldn’t put any effort into it; as long as she did, he’d be pleased, no matter what the endeavor was.

You should know that for a while, the old man had been somewhat dejected. He had been at odds with his older brother for a lifetime, resulting in deaths and injuries and many incidents. There were many people coveting his Wulong Group and its assets, but his beloved granddaughter didn’t seem to care at all about the Wulong Group.

How could he bear this?

Thus, when he heard Qiao Qingyu’s suggestion, Wu Xiucai, with a wave of his pen, immediately transferred five million over.

This money was enough for the initial operations.

With this kind of support, the cultivation of medicinal materials and the relocation of remote mountain villages in the Pingliang Dam area went much more smoothly.

The old man found the place lively and left a few people in Yun City to handle affairs while he headed to Xichuan with his suitcase.

This time, the old man was there to stay.

Wu Qianyun took Chaoxuan to Xichuan.

Qiao Zhicai accompanied the craft workshop manager on a business trip, first to Imperial Capital Yun City and then to Nangang City.

The purpose was to sell the third batch of crafts they had produced.

Given the current situation, weaving was no longer the main issue; the most important thing was finding a market.

It was different from the past. In the era of planned economy, sometimes the demand exceeded the supply for produced goods. But now, in the era of market economy, you and I both make crafts, you open a factory and I open a company, you run a small shop and I run a large business; doing business wasn’t as simple as one might imagine.

So, the usually bustling He Xiuyu’s house suddenly quieted down.

The Zhou Hai household next door was also not lively.

Zhou Hai often went on business trips. With the construction of New City nearing completion, he shifted his focus back to the Tenghai Agricultural Group.

Liu Ying still worked at the farm.

She was still a temp but had moved into an office position.

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It’s also not hard to understand. For someone like Liu Ying, whether in personal or professional matters, she always put her own interests first.

As long as she believed it was best for herself, no matter who was in front of her, she would find a way to overcome or even unscrupulously seize opportunities, as she did in her attempts to destroy Zhou Hai’s marriage to Xiao Wei.

She casually greeted people passing by on the street.

At the door, she shouted towards the east, "Pengcheng, Pengcheng, come back for lunch soon."

From not far away, Zhou Pengcheng responded, "Got it."

Liu Ying stood at the door for a moment and saw Qiao Qingyu and Rongrong talking in the courtyard; she smiled towards Qiao Qingyu, "Qingyu, you’ve just come back, haven’t you?"

"I didn’t just come back; I’ve been home since this morning," Qiao Qingyu also smiled, her face naturally cheerful.

At the same time, she gained a deeper understanding of Liu Ying’s ability to humble herself.

However, the two didn’t interact much further; how Liu Ying was didn’t really matter much to her.

Qiao Qingyu then entered the house with Rongrong.

Liu Ying watched He Xuerong’s retreating figure, marveling at how much the girl had grown in the past year, almost as tall as Qiao Qingyu now.

The young girl was beautiful, the prettiest one at the base.

Famous far and wide as a blossom.

Boys and girls alike loved to hover around her.

Her father had remarried.

His bride was none other than Chu Ying from the base.

For He Xuerong’s convenience with schooling, they settled in a new family building at the base, yet the girl still frequently headed towards He XiuYu’s house.

Even if He XiuYu and Qiao Qingyu were not home, she gravitated towards the elderly lady and Chaoxuan.

They got along well, and laughter, both adult and child, often echoed from the courtyard.

By contrast, her own yard felt much emptier.

Liu Ying, unconcerned, pursed her lips and pushed open the door to enter the house. Her daughter had been home for a while; the bedroom door was open and she saw her daughter’s back.

Liu Ying, who had been smiling moments before, could not smile now.

Her eyes carried a touch of sorrow.

She did not blame her daughter for the coldness; as her mother, she felt inadequate in bringing greater glory to her daughter and had embarrassed her, so the girl remained resentful towards her.

Standing at the door, Liu Ying softly said, "Ruoruo, I’ll go make dinner for you right away."

Zhou Ruoruo put down her pen, bit her lip, and as she stood up from the chair, she still couldn’t help but say, "Mom, if you don’t like greeting Aunt Qiao, just ignore her."

Liu Ying froze for a moment, her eyes reddening slightly soon after.

Zhou Ruoruo continued, "Mom, my brother might seem carefree, but he’s actually very smart. Don’t treat him like a fool."

Liu Ying’s hands, hanging by her side, clenched tightly.

She had thought Zhou Pengcheng would follow Xiao Wei to Beijing; she would have been pleased to see that. Now, with Zhou Hai, there was no need to maintain appearances anymore; these things were no longer necessary for her. All she needed to do was raise her daughter well, protect everything that belonged to her.

But unexpectedly, Zhou Pengcheng hadn’t left and was still living with them. To avoid worsening their relationship, she had to act as before.

She handled some matters very discreetly. Zhou Pengcheng was a boy; of course, he would not notice. But, unexpectedly, it was her own daughter who spoke these words. She answered somewhat dryly, "Ruoruo, what do you mean by this? I’ve never dared to treat your brother like a fool."

She added another line, "He’s really smart, he just doesn’t like studying. But there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve hit him, scolded him, your dad has given up, even his own mother doesn’t care anymore. What can I do? I’m just a stepmother, no matter what I do, it’s wrong."

Zhou Ruoruo bowed her head, fiddling with a fountain pen in her hands.

It was evident she did not agree with Liu Ying saying this. Liu Ying softened her tone and said, "Ruoruo, I’m going to cook for you; your brother will be back soon."

She felt what she was doing was already good enough. All pretenses had been stripped away. Was she still expected to coddle Zhou Pengcheng?

What a joke; she was already trampled into the dust.

Liu Ying turned and was about to enter the kitchen, but Zhou Ruoruo behind her spoke again, "Mom, Aunt Qiao is actually very capable, and Aunt Chu is no simple character either... I know what you’re thinking. You probably want my brother to date He Xuerong and then affect her grades so she doesn’t get into a good university. Just to take revenge for me..."

Liu Ying, stunned, stood in the doorway to the kitchen, her empty hands unsure of what to do, feeling indescribable inside, never expecting these words to be spoken by her own daughter, Ruoruo.