Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 298 You're not afraid of the dark at all, and you don't like double-skin milk pudd

It's April again.

Lin Qingping remembered that the first birthday gift Gu Juncheng gave her after she came to the capital was a gold necklace.

Last year, it was still a gold necklace.

What strange obsession does he have with gold necklaces? Or does he simply believe that gold is the most suitable gift for a woman who loves money like her?

Actually, buying a gold necklace wasn't easy for him.

His income came from his salary and rewards for meritorious service. His salary was all with her, and some of the rewards for meritorious service were spent on her. After that, the rest went to her. He couldn't possibly earn merit every month or every year, so even though he didn't have many expenses at school, she would still give him some pocket money. In case he took Zhiyuan and Xiaomai out to play, or if there were any exchanges of gifts among his classmates, he couldn't be penniless.

The money he used to buy the gold necklace must have come from his savings. Of course, the same money he used to buy Chen Xia that coat must have been for it too.

Early in the morning, while she was still in bed, some things involuntarily crept into her mind.

She shook her head, trying to shake off the memories associated with the necklace and coat.

get up!

The weather is really warm now. When I open the window, the fragrance of flowers wafts from the neighbor's yard, making the air feel sweet and pleasant.

Such a beautiful April day, of course we should be happy!

She changed her clothes and groped her way downstairs.

Zhiyuan was fiddling with something when he heard her coming downstairs. He called out "Mom!" and immediately came to help her.

"No need, no need, I can manage myself." She held onto the handrail, only going down the stairs a little slower. "What are you doing?"

Zhiyuan chuckled and blushed.

Ok?

Lin Qingping went downstairs and found a small box on the large desk. Zhiyuan had just been lying there, writing on a red piece of paper.

She picked it up and saw that it read: "Mom, happy birthday."

She wanted to write "Zhiyuan" at the bottom of the signature, but she only wrote the character "Zhi" and didn't have time to write "Yuan" before she came down.

What's in the box?

Curious, she opened it and found a thin gold necklace inside.

It was gold, she knew.

"Zhiyuan!" She frowned slightly. "What are you doing?"

Why would a little kid like him spend so much money on a necklace?

"Mom, happy birthday!" Zhiyuan seemed to realize that Lin Qingping was angry and thought he had given the wrong gift, so his voice became timid.

Lin Qingping reminded herself that she couldn't blame Zhiyuan; he meant well. She was already very touched that he remembered it was her birthday.

"Zhiyuan." She sat down and pulled Zhiyuan in front of her. "Why did you give me a gold necklace?"

Zhiyuan was still trying to decipher her tone, seemingly trying to determine whether she was angry or not.

Lin Qingping sighed inwardly. No matter how much a sensitive child tries to heal his wounds, he will still be sensitive. Even if Zhiyuan is happy now, he cannot change his innate personality.

"Zhiyuan, Mom isn't angry. I'm just curious why you thought of giving me this?" Lin Qingping's tone became gentler.

"Don't be angry when I tell you?" Zhiyuan whispered.

"Okay! Of course I'm not angry!"

"Don't you like it?" Zhiyuan tilted his head. "Gu's father used to give you this, so he must have given it to you because you liked it..."

At this point, he lowered his head. "This year, is it true that Gu's father won't be coming back? Then, I'll give it to you."

"Mom, if Dad doesn't come back, I will give you the best of everything in the world."

Lin Qingping originally wanted to criticize him, after all, the necklace was such an expensive thing. However, Zhiyuan was never a child who would spend money recklessly. He had his father's pension in a savings account, which he gave to Lin Qingping for safekeeping. He also had the pocket money she gave him, which he kept in a cookie tin, but Lin Qingping rarely saw him take it out to spend.

Lin Qingping swallowed all the words she wanted to use to lecture him at that moment, and simply cupped his little face and rubbed it, showing a very happy expression, "Thank you, Zhiyuan, I like it very much."

Zhiyuan's eyes lit up. "Mom, you're not angry?"

"Why should I be angry when I receive a gift from my son?" Lin Qingping pinched Zhiyuan's soft face, feeling warm inside. No matter what, her son was getting fatter and fatter, and his face was getting fuller.

"I...I mentioned Gu's father, aren't you angry?" Zhiyuan asked tentatively.

Lin Qingping shook her head and smiled, "When did I ever stop you from being with your father, Gu?"

Her affair with Gu Juncheng is their affair and has nothing to do with the child, so there's no need to make Zhiyuan suffer in the middle.

"Although..." Zhiyuan smiled, blushing, "So, what are we planning to eat tonight?"

"What do you want to eat?" Lin Qingping didn't have anything in particular she wanted to eat, so she decided to satisfy the child.

Zhiyuan's eyes lit up again. "Mom, how about we have a barbecue? Like, the kind where we grill it in our own yard?"

Lin Qingping was slightly taken aback. It wasn't that she disagreed with eating barbecue, but she was reminded of that night when they had barbecue.

"Or... would you like to eat steak?" Zhiyuan asked again.

"Let's have barbecue! We'll grill it ourselves!" Lin Qingping pinched Zhiyuan's nose. "Later we'll call Aunt Zhao to go grocery shopping together."

"Okay!" Zhiyuan smiled.

"Are you so happy?" Lin Qingping smiled as well.

"Hmm." Zhiyuan nodded, because his mother liked the gift he gave her, and also because he guessed one thing correctly, "Mom, I know your favorite dish isn't steak."

Lin Qingping: ? ? How did you suddenly jump here?

“I know that your favorite dessert isn’t double-skin milk pudding.”

Lin Qingping understood; this was a direct response to Liang Jiaqi's remarks that day...

"Mom, your favorite dishes are the ones we make ourselves, like the whole roasted lamb we make. Your favorite dessert is the milk tea you make yourself, but you're afraid of gaining weight, so you don't dare to drink it."

"Uh..." Lin Qingping lightly flicked his forehead, "You know quite a lot!"

"I knew it!" Zhiyuan rolled his eyes. "Besides, you're not afraid of the dark at all. You were lying to me when I was a kid!"

"Tsk..." Lin Qingping said, "You talk as if you've grown up!"

"I've grown up!" Zhiyuan said with pride.

"Then tell me, what am I afraid of?"

Zhiyuan thought for a moment, "You probably have quite a few things you're afraid of, but what you're most afraid of... I know."

Lin Qingping glared at him, "How did this involve your father, Gu?"

You should know that Gu Juncheng didn't answer that question at all that night!

“Of course!” Zhiyuan frowned slightly. “I asked Gu’s father if he knew what you were most afraid of, and he did.”

"Hmm?" Lin Qingping waited for him to continue.