Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, after this day, Song Pingqing would be eleven years old.

Early in the morning, Song Pingqing sat up from the sofa in a daze. Before he had time to brush his teeth and wash his face, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Xu Jinmei, who had gotten up early in the morning to buy New Year's goods, was tying her scarf and asked loudly.

"I'm Zhao Lei, and I'm here to give Miss Song a birthday present." The voice sounded very familiar. Song Pingqing rubbed his eyes and went to open the door.

I saw Zhao Lei standing at the door holding a huge box.

"Xue'er gave it to me?"

This was the first birthday gift Song Pingqing received from Murong Xue.

"Yes, I was given it last night and asked to deliver it to you this morning." Seeing Song Pingqing reaching out to take it, Zhao Lei took a step back and said, "Let me help you move it in. It's very heavy."

Song Pingqing tilted his head. The box in front of him was about the size of a ten-inch and eight-inch double-layer cake. How heavy could it be?

But Zhao Lei was not a person who exaggerated, so Song Pingqing stepped aside to let him in.

"Who is this?" Old Mrs. Song asked when she saw the person coming.

"Bodyguard, here to run errands and deliver a birthday present." Song Pingqing replied.

"Hey young man, you come home so early. I might as well make you a bowl of noodles." Old Mrs. Song was very enthusiastic and immediately invited him to have breakfast.

"No need, Auntie, I have to go back." Zhao Lei placed the box carefully on the coffee table.

"Eat something. It's so cold outside." Old Mrs. Song said, already tying her apron. "It will be quick."

"Eat here. My grandma's cooking is delicious. You will regret it if you don't eat here." Song Pingqing pointed to the sofa.

Zhao Lei felt cold, and Song Pingqing knocked on the door right after he woke up, which showed that he had been waiting outside for quite some time.

Zhao Lei hesitated for a moment, then agreed and sat down.

"I have sent Zhao Miao out of town. I think it will be difficult for you two brothers to get together during the New Year this year." Song Pingqing took the glass of water and placed it in front of Zhao Lei.

Zhao Lei quickly took over: "It's okay, actually. I have to be on duty at my husband's place during the Chinese New Year, so I couldn't go home for the New Year anyway."

"I'll go wash up first." Song Pingqing did not open the gift in front of Zhao Lei, but turned and walked into the bathroom.

Zhao Lei sat on the sofa and waited, his movements as standard as if he was a kindergarten kid waiting for dinner.

When Song Ping came back after washing up, Old Lady Song had already placed two large bowls of fragrant noodles on the coffee table.

"You're welcome, just eat."

Under Zhao Lei's shocked eyes, Song Pingqing picked up a bowl and started showing off.

"What are you looking at? Go eat your food. Haven't you heard of a young boy who bankrupted me?" Song Pingqing didn't even raise his eyelids.

...I have heard of it, but it is really too much for someone with your small body to eat as much as I do.

Zhao Lei left after dinner, and Song Pingqing finally had the opportunity to open the gift.

Murong Xue had never given anything that was not in line with her status as a rich family's daughter, so this time, the gift must be extremely expensive.

The watch that Murong Xue gave to Song Pingqing last time successfully attracted a senior schoolmate who had a crazy hobby of collecting watches.

At that time, Song Pingqing was on the way to training when he was suddenly stopped by a slim senior schoolmate who asked him how he bought the watch and whether he was willing to transfer it to her.

After Song Pingqing explained that it was a gift from a good friend and he had no intention of reselling it, the other party's expression was quite disappointed.

After careful inquiries, I found out that the official price of this watch is 4.88 million, but there is no demand for it, and the market price has been driven up to tens of millions.

How scary this is.

She only invested 350,000 yuan in Murong Xue's store, and she was expecting the high return of the project. She never expected that the young lady would give her a gift that was more than ten times higher in return.

Really, it’s a good thing this happened in such a bloody world, otherwise Song Pingqing would really suspect that this was a premeditated scam against her.

But she doesn't deserve to be defrauded by such a big bait set by the scammer.

Since we have already come to this unreasonable world, we might as well accept the gifts happily and enjoy life.

Song Pingqing is really happy being a follower.

While humming a tuneless little song, Song Pingqing unwrapped the gift in a good mood, and soon an extremely exquisite dressing box came into view.

"Oh my god~!" The tune he was humming suddenly stopped. Looking at the gift in front of him, Song Pingqing found it difficult to remain calm.

You must know that the Song Pingqing of today is no longer the Song Pingqing of the previous life.

After taking Murong Baba's intensive course on appreciating toys and antiques, she already had her own understanding and knowledge of this true luxury product.

Song Pingqing found a flashlight from the drawer and shone it carefully to observe every inch.

The dressing box in front of me is made of the finest mahogany and is carved with auspicious patterns. Under the light, it reflects a luster that gives off a feeling of "I'm very expensive".

It was really expensive, at least it was so expensive that Song Pingqing would never buy it for himself.

The carving on this dressing box is so fine that you need a magnifying glass to see the full picture. The carving is definitely worth the cost of the materials and is 100% the work of a famous artist.

Murong Xue really doesn't give a gift, but if she does, she'll give a big one.

Song Pingqing loves it so much that if possible, she even wants to hold it while sleeping.

If Murong Xue knew what she was thinking, she would definitely pinch her cheek and call her useless.

Song Pingqing reached out for the top button and was about to open it when he suddenly remembered what Zhao Lei said when he was holding the dressing box: it was very heavy.

Suddenly, an incredible guess came to my mind.

Oh my god... No way. This can't be true.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, he opened the buttons on both sides of the dressing table, lifted the lid, and then opened a dressing mirror. What came into view were large and small jewels.

The first layer is a ring box, made of gold, jade, gemstones and diamonds, densely packed with the light of "you can't afford it".

As for the styling...it's all fox-related.

The two side cabinets are filled with necklaces and bracelets when opened, and the drawers on the first layer are filled with bracelets when opened.

This is not really a surprise.

After all, Song Pingqing was already numb from watching it.

A rough estimate shows that without considering the brand premium of branded products or the workmanship and carving of custom jewelry masters, the cost of the materials for the jewelry that you have seen so far would be around seven or eight million.

Song Pingqing picked up an unheated sapphire ring and put it on his hand, comparing it again and again under the light.

It was numb. Who could believe she was wearing a car on her finger?

Song Pingqing felt secretly happy as he continued to open the drawers at the back.

Hehe…really…all of them are fox head shaped gold coins, there are so many of them. Ten full drawers are filled with these things neatly arranged.

Song Pingqing took one out and left a mark when he bit it with his teeth.

One more, um, still.

Song Pingqing bit it all over in a very cowardly manner.

Sure enough, it was made of gold, gold coins.

Good, good, good, good, good. Murong Xue’s “vindictive” behavior is truly unique in the world.

Song Pingqing carried the dressing box with great difficulty to Old Lady Song's room, took out all the gold coins and scattered them on the bed.

Then he lay down on it without hesitation.

After enjoying the feeling of lying on the pile of gold coins for ten seconds, Song Pingqing called Murong Xue and asked, "Guess what I'm doing?"

Murong Xue couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth wildly, but she still pretended to be steady in her tone: "Are you looking at the gifts?"

"No, I spread all the gold coins on the bed and rolled around in it."

This description was so vivid that Murong Xue laughed and it took her a while to calm down: "Chuxi, do you like it?"

Song Pingqing held the mobile phone in one hand and grabbed a handful of gold coins with the other hand, then opened his hands and listened to the gold coins falling, making the unique sound of gold colliding with gold.

"I love it so much. I feel like a god." Song Pingqing said this very frankly.

So Murongxue laughed even more happily on the other end of the phone. She finally determined that Song Pingqing was not unwilling to accept gifts, but was unwilling to accept gifts for no reason.

Although this gift is more expensive than last time.

Then a certain idea came to her mind, but she couldn't say it at the moment.

Song Pingqing: If I ask you to return this stuff - oh no, this pile of gold - you will skin me alive.

The stuff in this dressing box, plus the dressing box itself, is probably enough to buy a nice high-rise apartment in Jincheng City, where every inch of land is valuable.

As for why only high-rise residential buildings?

Because small houses and villas are sold as units close to a small target.

I guess even a small goal won’t be available in a few years.

It's time to open the safe. I feel uneasy leaving this thing here.

The Song family was very happy during this year's Chinese New Year because everyone in their family, young and old, made a lot of money.

Even Old Mrs. Song set up a stall to sell breakfast, and her life was prosperous.

At the New Year's Eve dinner, Song's father raised his glass and announced loudly: "After the New Year, we will go house hunting! Buy a new one! Buy a big one! At least we have to get a four-bedroom, two-living room one!"

This was said in a very heroic manner, and Xu Jinmei stretched out her hand and twisted his waist.

Song Pingqing thought about the remaining 200,000 yuan in his account and made a quick decision: "Okay! I'll pay 100,000 yuan!"

The result of this heroic act was that Xu Jinmei had just hit her husband with her left hand when she reached out with her right hand to twist the child.

"You're just a kid, and you're the one who's supposed to worry about the money to buy a house?" Xu Jinmei glared.

What a great guy! He just took out one million from her pocket and now wants to return some of it.

"What? The child is also our family member. What's wrong with him paying for our family to buy a house?" Song Pingqing was slapped in the face without any reason and his eyes widened.

"Bao'er, if you have money, spend it yourself." It was Old Lady Song who said this. "You are just a kid, don't worry about this kind of thing."

"That's right. It's not like our family can't afford to support you. Why think so much?" Old Man Song also added.

Well, every time I fill a cup, I get the whole family’s heartache.

I hope she will be reborn into such a good family.

Song Pingqing smiled cunningly: "Then it's settled, you have no objection to how I spend my money."

"Spend it however you want. We won't take care of it." Old Mrs. Song said immediately.

So in full view of everyone, Song Pingqing began to take boxes out of his pocket one by one.

I don’t know why the pockets on men’s jackets can hold so much!

"One for my grandma, one for my grandpa, one for my mom, and one for my dad. Oh~ The New Year gifts have been distributed, please take a look~"

The New Year gifts Song Pingqing gave were very affordable and solid: one big gold bracelet each for grandma and mom, and one big gold chain each for grandpa and dad.

The delivery was very good, with a nouveau riche feel.

Who can blame them for being nouveau riche now?

Song Pingqing was so happy.

However, her family in this life obviously have... uh... complicated emotions about this golden gift.

Old Lady Song was the most supportive and put it on right away: "Oh, it's really beautiful. I'm wearing a big gold bracelet too. What do you think? But why is it a little heavy?"

"Baoer, how heavy is this bracelet?"

Song Pingqing was eating fish and carefully spit out the fish bones before saying, "One hundred and nine grams."

...What a wasteful thing. A bracelet weighs 109 grams. Don’t you even know to split it into two pieces that are easier to wear?

Old Mrs. Song felt a little resentful and tried to comfort herself in her heart: She is still a child, she is still a child, she only knows to buy heavy things.

How could she know that Song Pingqing did it on purpose, just to pretend to be ignorant.

As expected, the old lady knows best what to do to make her speechless.

The corners of Xu Jinmei's mouth twitched as well. It was obvious that her bracelet was also very heavy and she really wanted to wear it at work, but... it would be too ostentatious to wear it outside.

"Honey, look at this big gold chain of mine, isn't it cool?" Song's father, who had no tact, was wearing it happily to show off, but he got a little excited and accidentally knocked the jewelry box out of his wife's hand when he turned his head, and the gold bracelet rolled to the ground.

Oh no! Someone is in trouble!

Sure enough, the next second, Xu Jinmei pinched his ear with her hand: "Song, Da, Shan!"

It was the first time that Song Pingqing knew that her father had such a simple and unpretentious name.

On New Year's Eve, the atmosphere was noisy and peaceful. Song Pingqing lay in front of the computer and boarded the penguin. He saw the avatars of the six people in the small group jumping wildly, and the external small speaker kept making "beep beep beep" notification sounds.

Song Pingqing opened the dialog box and was flooded with Gu Zongnan's coquettish purple font.

Song Pingqing rolled his eyes for a long time before he realized why he was so angry.

Xie Yuan Jianguo was beaten again and kicked out.

New Year's Eve.

Gu Zongnan sent more than 60 messages, more than a dozen of which were elaborating on what happened, 45 of which were cursing people, and the last few were saying that it was fortunate that Xie Yuan·Jianguo pulled out the USB flash drive before he was kicked out, otherwise all the materials he had painstakingly collected over the winter vacation would be lost.

Song Pingqing soon saw the unlucky guy who was kicked out of the house during the New Year.

At the banquet, because she did not go back to her hometown for the Chinese New Year, she also came to the banquet with Murong Xue this year.

Xie Yuan Jianguo came with Gu Zongnan. He looked in good condition. It seemed that the environment of the Gu family was indeed suitable for raising children.

"The evidence is almost there. I heard that as soon as the first month of the lunar year is over, the old man will divide up the family property." Wu Qiming poked Song Pingqing and brought her first-hand information.

"Our lawyer has already met with the Gu family's lawyer." Murong Xue raised her chin, the light of the banquet hall fell on her, as if she was born to be the focus of everyone's attention. There was an unconcealable arrogance in her tone, and she spoke slowly, "It's time to deal with the Xie family."

So cute.

Song Pingqing looked at her with a smile, with a sense of conviction like an actor in a short video when he was reciting embarrassing lines.