Seventies Sweetheart: From Breakup to Billionaire-Chapter 234: Making Three Rules

Chapter 234: Chapter 234: Making Three Rules
Mrs. Lin embraced the mindset of earning as much as possible, so six days later, when another fast food stall appeared outside the construction site, she wasn’t too anxious.
Lin Xiang’s fast food business was as good as ever, though the other stall did steal some customers.
Mrs. Lin looked at the almost empty aluminum pot, "We can only prepare so much food each day and once it’s sold out, there’s none left. Surely some people will miss out on a meal. But now it’s good that everyone can get enough to eat, and our business isn’t affected."
Lin Xiang shoved a peeled cucumber into Mrs. Lin’s hands, "Mom, you’ve become more relaxed these days."
"Of course!" Mrs. Lin bit into the cucumber, instantly feeling less thirsty, "When you start school, we’ll move into the new house; we can’t run the fast food business then. But thinking about these construction workers, who work tirelessly every day doing manual labor and still can’t eat well, it’s pitiful."
"But now that there’s another stall, these folks can fill their bellies with little money, which is great."
Mrs. Lin took another bite of the cucumber, "We can’t come in the afternoon; your brother is getting discharged today, and we need to accompany him at the hospital."
Lin Xiang just finished a cucumber and, hearing this from Mrs. Lin, clicked her tongue twice, "Mom, have you noticed? You’re becoming more concerned about my brother these days."
She even put aside a lucrative business, just afraid that Lin Yun would be alone when discharged.
Mrs. Lin gave her a dirty look, "I told you, the past is the past; stop dwelling on it! Hurry up and sell the remaining food in the pot, so we can get to the hospital."
The remaining dishes weren’t much; Lin Xiang simply packed them up and sold them. Then she went back to the rented house with Mrs. Lin to clean the pots and bowls before heading to the hospital together.
In the ward, Lin Yun had already packed his things and was sitting quietly on a stool, lost in thought.
He suddenly looked up at the sound of the door opening. When he saw Lin Xiang and Mrs. Lin, a faint smile appeared on his expressionless face, "Mom, Xiang, you’re here."
"Are your things packed? We’re leaving the hospital now."
Mrs. Lin tried to pick up the bag beside Lin Yun’s bed, but Lin Yun stopped her, "This is heavy; I can carry it myself."
"Your arm is still injured."
"This hand is uninjured."
"Fine, I’ll carry it, so people won’t see and say we don’t treat you well."
With one effort, Mrs. Lin easily lifted the lightweight bag.
It contained the clothes he wore before hospitalization and some items brought by visitors, but mostly everything had been consumed, leaving behind a few jars of malted milk and two bags of milk powder, truly not heavy.
Yet in Lin Yun’s mind, the heavy chores at home should definitely be his responsibility, with his mother and sister doing no work.
Mrs. Lin didn’t care what he thought and asked, "Are you going back to the army or what?"
Lin Yun had no house in Beijing; once discharged, his only place to stay was the army.
He calmly said, "My sick leave isn’t over yet; I can be on leave until the twentieth."
Meaning he could stay with Lin Xiang and Mrs. Lin during this time.
Not staying in the hospital, because his injury was much better, he didn’t want to waste medical resources.
Lin Xiang and Mrs. Lin had been staying at a guesthouse, with a large single room booked — only two beds. Adding Lin Yun, it’d be inconvenient.
So where Lin Yun would stay became a big problem.
"There are two choices now," Lin Xiang said. "Either go to my new house, where the environment is better. Or stay in the yard I rented, but apart from the construction site, there’s nothing else around, a bit desolate."
Lin Yun decisively chose the latter, "You still need to sell lunchboxes, right? Huaqing University is far from here, commuting daily would be very troublesome. Besides, living there, I can help."
So, the three of them picked up their few belongings and headed to the house Lin Xiang rented.
This was a civilian-built house with several rooms, rented to her as a package by the landlord, each room having a bed and cabinet, but bedding would have to be prepared by themselves.
"Lin Yun, find a place to sit and rest; I’ll go buy some bedding with Xiang."
"Mom, Xiang and I should go. I’ve been in Beijing longer, I know where to find bedding."
Mrs. Lin wasn’t familiar with Beijing, so she didn’t insist and let the two kids go buy the bedding while she stayed to clean.
The house hadn’t been lived in for a long time; there was dust and cobwebs everywhere, making it quite a task to clean up.
Working and grumbling, Mrs. Lin muttered, "Back in the Li Hua Team, I never did this much work!"
Except for the busy farming season, when every household had to send people to harvest, most of the work points were earned by Lin Yun while she figured out ways to slack off.
But Mrs. Lin didn’t know when she started doing more and more work.
Yet the money in her hands also increased.
She could guarantee that no woman in the entire Li Hua Team had as much money as she did!
Every effort she expended could turn into money — thinking this way, Mrs. Lin was brimming with motivation.
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
When Mr. Cheng brought his wife and the child from their other marriage, the ward was already empty.
He turned angrily to the people behind him, "I told you to hurry, but you kept dawdling! Now look, they’ve already left!"
Mrs. Cheng retorted, "What can I do if he wants to go with someone else? Should I tie him up to stop him?"
"Don’t blame everything on me! You haven’t visited him once while he was hospitalized, and now he’s discharged, you show up wanting to play the good father?"
Mrs. Cheng held her child’s hand, "Kun’er, let’s go home."
"Chen Miaoying, stop right there!"
Chen Miaoying ignored Cheng Jianfeng completely and, holding her child’s hand, walked away without looking back.
Cheng Jianfeng cursed at the door of the ward for a few moments before following.
On the way home, Cheng Jianfeng said to Chen Miaoying, "No matter what, he’s still my son, and I’ll acknowledge him. Whatever unhappiness you have, keep it to yourself!"
Chen Miaoying, face looking like a spilled palette, replied, "Cheng Jianfeng, if you want to acknowledge your son, I don’t mind, but we have to set some ground rules. The family assets must be left to my son, not a penny to Cheng Yun! Otherwise, I’ll leave with Kun’er and you’ll never find us again!"
Such threats used to make Cheng Jianfeng coax Chen Miaoying.
But this time, Cheng Jianfeng just frowned, didn’t respond.
"Cheng Jianfeng, what do you mean?"