Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

Chapter 413 Qin Huairu's Psychological Changes

Qin Huairu's eyes were red, tears welled up in them, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She bit her lower lip tightly, and twisted her hands together unconsciously, revealing her inner struggle and reluctance.

She looked up at Yang Jianye, her eyes filled with uncertainty about the future and deep concern for her family.

"But...but..." Qin Huairu's voice trembled slightly, and she seemed to be hesitant to speak. She wanted to express her worry and reluctance, but was afraid to add more burden to Yang Jianye.

Her eyes lingered on Yang Jianye's face, as if looking for a trace of comfort or an answer.

Seeing this, Yang Jianye felt a warm current in his heart. He gently held Qin Huairu's hand and gave her firm strength. He knew Qin Huairu's concerns and understood her feelings, so he said directly:

"Huai Ru, I know what you are worried about. But please believe me, we will find a way. When our lives are stable, we will find a way to bring the children and mom over.

If they are really in difficulty, we can also send them living expenses regularly to ensure they have a worry-free life.”

Yang Jianye's words were full of determination and resolve, and his eyes gave Qin Huairu great encouragement and comfort. Qin Huairu listened to his words, and although the worries in her heart did not completely dissipate, they were much relieved.

She knew very well that Yang Jianye's decision was made out of consideration for the entire family and was the wisest choice at the moment.

So, Qin Huairu nodded, swallowed her tears, and decided to fully support Yang Jianye's decision. She secretly made up her mind that before leaving, she would add another hundred yuan to Jia Zhang and the children on top of the money Yang Jianye said.

In this way, even if she could not be with them in person, she could still give them more material help and comfort. A trace of determination and firmness flashed in Qin Huairu's eyes.

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Qin Huairu's eyes were slightly red, but she clenched her teeth and suppressed the waves in her heart. She chewed every mouthful of food very hard, as if she was silently battling with her inner struggle.

She hurriedly picked up the food in the bowl so quickly that a few grains of rice accidentally splashed onto her lapels, but she had no time to pay attention.

After eating, she stood up almost mechanically, picked up the lunch box, and walked towards the place in the steel rolling mill where lunch boxes were washed with a hint of imperceptible eagerness in her steps.

While washing the lunch box, her fingers gently stroked the edge of the lunch box under the running water, her eyes looking into the distance with empty eyes, as if she was thinking about some important decision.

After finishing all this, she took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the logistics department's office. Every step she took seemed extremely heavy, yet firm.

After taking leave, Qin Huairu returned to the courtyard. She carefully avoided the crowd, like a secret traveler, afraid that someone would discover her secret.

She gently pushed open the slightly old wooden door of her house, then quickly and decisively closed the door, turned around and closed the windows one by one to make sure everything was safe.

Inside the house, Qin Huairu began a silent "migration." She first rummaged through boxes and cabinets, picking out items that contained family memories or were valuable, carefully wrapped them in cloth, and put them into an old woven suitcase.

For those that are large and difficult to carry, she takes great pains to find hidden corners to hide them, ensuring that they cannot be easily discovered.

When dealing with these items, Qin Huairu's face sometimes flashed with reluctance, and sometimes replaced by determination. She understood that all this was for a better future, and even if she felt mixed emotions, she had to be ruthless.

As time passed, the noisy sounds in the courtyard gradually reached my ears. It was the laughter of workers returning home after get off work, and it was also the unique atmosphere of life in the courtyard.

Qin Huairu stopped what she was doing, stood in front of the window, and looked out through the cracks, with a hint of complex emotions flashing through her eyes. She sighed softly, turned back to the kitchen, and began to prepare today's dinner.