I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 214: The Necklace

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: The Necklace

"Early this morning, a message came from Lianjiang Village, saying your Grandma is not going to make it, and your mom rushed off alone," said Qiao Zhiyuan. "By the afternoon, she was taken to the hospital by your uncle—it was a sudden illness..."

"My Grandma is not going to make it?"

"She’s fine," Qiao Zhiyuan said coldly. "That old lady is quite lively. She said she just missed your mom, but didn’t expect your mom to suddenly fall ill and it scared her terribly."

After coldly huffing, he didn’t say anything more.

Qiao Qingyu knew her uncle had never liked that family.

She said hoarsely, "Uncle, my mom will be okay. I can get to the provincial capital the day after tomorrow, and then I’ll go to the hospital to find you..."

"Alright." Qiao Zhiyuan agreed and then comforted her, "Don’t worry, we’ve already arranged for a car, and we’re taking your mom to the provincial hospital right now..."

After saying this, the phone line clicked dead.

Although Qiao Qingyu hadn’t been in this world long enough to spend much time with Han Xianglan, in that moment, the feeling of blood kinship engraved in her body surged up.

Her tears pattered down, and He Xiuyu let out a sigh; he knew he couldn’t keep the sudden incident from Qiao Qingyu forever.

He said quietly, "Tomorrow morning, I’ll write you an introduction letter, and then take you to West River Station."

Qiao Qingyu nodded gently.

He Xiuyu continued, "I’ve already contacted Uncle Zhu at the provincial hospital. Don’t worry, the medical technology is very advanced now, and I’ll keep an eye on things."

Qiao Qingyu’s brow furrowed. When she left, Han Xianglan was in good health and had even been checked out at the hospital with no major issues.

How could she have become critically ill so suddenly?

Her mom’s godmother, who lived in Lianjiang Village, had been doing well. Her Grandma Han Lishi sometimes did odd jobs for people, but in recent years she had been slammed pretty hard by life and had given them up.

The last time she returned to Qiao Family Team, she visited her and brought a lot of things, since during Uncle’s last visit, Han Lishi had sent her a pound of sunflower seeds and a bag of dried potatoes.

But she didn’t like that family.

She wasn’t the original host and couldn’t seem to foster those feelings.

Also, in her childhood memories, her elder cousin Liuya had once grabbed her hair, trying to stuff her into the hearth, burning off her bangs.

It had caused a fight between Qiao Family and Han Family, and after that, they rarely interacted.

Liuya was two years older than her.

One year, a group of kids went to play behind the mountain, and Liuya fell down the slope. Since then, she had been paralyzed and often lay in a semi-conscious state on the kang bed.

Upon returning this time, she found Liuya awake, but her gaze was particularly unsettling.

Qiao Family struggled in their own lives, yet the gifts they brought during holidays were generous. The red bricks for Han Family’s house construction were brokered by her uncle, who also took money from his own family to help build it.

But Qiao Family didn’t like Han Family.

After all, it was Granny He who had made the connection between the families.

Now, this sudden illness at her house would surely anger her father and brother.

Qiao Qingyu stood up, "I’m going to pack my things. You should rest early."

He Xiuyu’s concerned gaze fell on Qiao Qingyu’s face. "Your train leaves tomorrow afternoon. You should rest well, otherwise the family will be even more worried when they see you."

Qiao Qingyu absentmindedly nodded.

He Xiuyu clenched his hand and said softly, "Wait a moment."

Then he went to his bookshelf, opened the top compartment, and took out a box. The box was newly made of untreated wood with a simple design, but its edges and corners were polished smooth.

After opening the box, He Xiuyu gently took out an item from inside.

Qiao Qingyu looked over and her pupils shrank. Unexpectedly, he was holding a necklace with a pendant, the material of which was unidentifiable.

He Xiuyu walked over, the necklace swaying slightly in his hand, casting a golden shimmer like flowing water.

Qiao Qingyu watched him, not understanding when he had bought the necklace.

"Where did you buy this?" she asked.

"I didn’t buy it; I made it for you with my own hands."

Qiao Qingyu looked at He Xiuyu in surprise. "You can even make necklaces? Is that true or not?"

"Making a necklace isn’t difficult, and the tools are easy to make."

He Xiuyu felt the conversation was going off track. He said in a low voice, "This month, I originally had a one hundred yuan reward, but I applied to exchange it for a piece of gold ore. From it, I extracted twenty grams of gold, and the pendant below is an amulet a Lama gave me when I was on a business trip to Western Tibet..."

He paused there, his voice filled with guilt. "Ever since we got married, I haven’t given you any jewelry. I was planning to personally put it on you on your birthday."

Qiao Qingyu stared at He Xiuyu, the dim yellow light casting a gentle and bright glow in his eyes.

His eyes were filled only with her.

His hands were skillful, and Qiao Qingyu stood silently in front of him as He Xiuyu placed the necklace around her neck.

The amulet seemed to be some kind of jade, engraved with intricate scriptures.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t know the content of the scriptures, but for some reason, after one glance, her mood became extraordinarily calm.

A feeling that could not be described seemed to flow slowly around her heart.

She curved her lips at him, then extended her arms to wrap around his waist, leaning her cheek against his chest. He Xiuyu stiffened for a moment but then slowly raised his arms to embrace her too.

The fresh and pleasant scent enveloped them both as they quietly listened to each other’s heartbeat.

In this moment, Qiao Qingyu felt like her heart had found a place to rest.

...

Perhaps it was because of the amulet, or perhaps it was because of the comforting words from He Xiuyu, but although Qiao Qingyu felt upset and worried about Han Xianglan, she still fell asleep.

When she woke up, He Xiuyu had already brought back a referral letter from his work, along with a stack of money, his salary advanced in anticipation, all handed to Qiao Qingyu.

Just like the last time, he accompanied Rongrong to see Qiao Qingyu off on the train.

The train carried Qiao Qingyu toward North City, speeding on its way.

He Xiuyu, who had returned to the base, took Rongrong to kindergarten and unexpectedly encountered Mr. Qian at the entrance to the housing complex. Clearly, Mr. Qian had come looking for Qiao Qingyu.

Seeing the approaching figure of He Xiuyu, Mr. Qian’s eyes lit up and he quickly walked over, only then learning that Qiao Qingyu had taken the train back home.

Disappointment flashed across Mr. Qian’s face, but then he hastily said, "Chief Engineer He, I won’t disturb you any longer, I’d better hurry back, too."

He Xiuyu walked him to where the tractor was parked, and while walking, asked, "Vice Director Qian, is there something you wanted to discuss with Qingyu?"

Mr. Qian hadn’t expected He Xiuyu to ask him directly. He simply said, "I wanted to talk with Qingyu to see if we could find a good plot of land in Xiaxi Commune and also build a few vegetable greenhouses to grow off-season vegetables for sale during the winter."

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