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With a breath rising to his throat, Yin Liting called the housekeeper and was furious:

"Uncle Li, how do you do things?"

"Didn't I tell you to just clean up and not touch anything in the room? Where's the tablecloth?"

"Who told you to throw away my tablecloth without permission?"

"Bring it back to me!"

"If you can't find it back, then don't do it."

She wouldn't know what to think if she came back and saw her tablecloth was gone.

Each and every one of them would only cause him trouble.

Touching the slightly cool tabletop, Yin Liting was furious. On the other side, the whole family held their breath and pricked up their ears. The housekeeper was scolded and looked confused:

"Master, what tablecloth? It's not even Friday yet, and I haven't arranged for anyone to go there yet."

"Didn't you say that cleaning once a week is enough?"

"Is it important?"

A tablecloth. Did he hear it right?

Just as he was about to throw the phone, Yin Liting was shocked again:

"What? You didn't come?"

What about the tablecloth?

Could it disappear without a trace?

"Yes, I've been busy these past two days renovating the old house's garden and vegetable garden. Sister Chen is also busy, and I'm worried about no one looking after me. I haven't been able to take care of you yet."

His head was buzzing, and when he looked at the table again, Yin Liting was surprised to find that the transparent soft pad on the tablecloth was also missing.

If the tablecloth was dirty or the spacer was damaged, you could just throw one away, so how come both of them were gone?

Moreover, according to previous cleaning experience, unless he specifically pointed out what he wanted to change or asked for his opinion in advance, the maid would not dare to make the decision on his own.

Could it be that she is back?

A flash of inspiration came to Yin Liting, who then said:

"Okay, I see."

After hanging up the phone, he quickly returned to the bedroom. As he entered the room, his head began to buzz again.

There were obviously fewer books on the small table, and the cartoon pillow she often hugged on the sofa in the leisure area was also missing. Why would she need to take away the tablecloth and pillow?

When she opened the closet, as expected, her pajamas were gone.

Turning to the cloakroom on one side, Yin Liting saw a bright red Hermès handbag with platinum and diamond buckles still neatly placed on the wardrobe with transparent brown glass doors. On the shoe cabinet on the other side, there was still a pair of high heels that he had bought for her.

No need to ask, it must be a brand new item that she has never worn before.

When she opened one side of the wardrobe, she saw that the space where she stored her winter clothes was obviously empty, with only a black, medium-length down jacket hanging on it.

She had come back, certainly more than once.

When did it happen?

What does she mean?

His feet went limp, and Yin Liting slumped down on the shoe-changing chair in the middle:

Even the tablecloth was taken away. The remaining things were probably either not needed for the time being or were not wanted anymore, or she didn't have the time to take them. Does she not intend to come back at all?

No wonder she didn't answer his calls, reply to his messages or go home for those days.

No wonder he didn’t call him when he sent the Mid-Autumn Festival video to his mother’s phone. How much does she hate himself?

What business trip, what busyness, why would you look for him?

This liar~

It's obvious that she is just stalling for time and trying to fool him!

It turned out that she was not throwing a tantrum at all, but had made up her mind to leave. She didn't even take the shoes he gave her. How afraid was she of having anything to do with him again?

Tapping his forehead, Yin Liting suddenly realized that things had gotten serious.

He had already found her phone number, but in the end he didn't press it. He couldn't alert her. If he called her again, she might hide again. So he called Fang Yi's cell phone:

"Help me check Yu Qingluo's recent movements. Is he at work or on a business trip?"

……

On the other side, Yu Qing fell to the second floor and bumped into the uncle of the Yu family who came to her breathlessly carrying her shoes.

"Uncle, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I just had a problem on the way and got a stitch in the side."

After helping the two of them out of the building, Yu Qingluo put on his shoes.

After they got out of the door, they saw that the electric bike was still tilted on one side, so they worked together to lift the bike up. They were not in a hurry to leave, and Yu Qingluo helped him sit down beside the flower bed:

"Uncle, I'll stop accepting orders for you. Take a deep breath and see if it can help. If not, we'll go find a doctor."

While helping him organize the bike bags, Yu Qingluo noticed a convenient cloth bag hanging under the handlebars, filled with water and a half-eaten steamed bun. For a long time, she still couldn't believe her eyes.

My uncle has been a teacher all his life. His life is not as good as others, but definitely better than most. How could he have fallen to this point?

He is not physically fit for the job.

She wanted to ask, but seeing people coming and going around from time to time, she finally pretended not to see anything. While her uncle was taking a break, she bought some bread, instant noodles and sausages from a nearby convenience store.

After coming out, Uncle Yu insisted that he was not in the way, and the two of them rode away on their electric bikes.

Following her all the way downstairs, Lu Dongxuan just watched her from a distance. After listening to their conversation for a few words and watching them leave, he gave a red envelope to the delivery rider and turned around to go upstairs again.

……

Uncle Yu walked him all the way to the gate of the community. Yu Qingluo pulled him aside, unwrapped a loaf of bread, and said that he had bought the wrong one and didn't like it, and then forced it on him.

"Uncle, I just wanted to ask you why you came out to deliver food so late at night? Did something happen?"

Uncle Yu ate the bread with big mouthfuls, but shook his head:

"No, I just want to exercise and supplement my family income."

"What about my aunt? Will she agree?"

Seeing that he was lying, Yu Qingluo said coldly:

"If you don't tell me, I'll call her and ask her now."

"No, absolutely not."

She had just taken out her cell phone when someone held her wrist. The next second, accompanied by a suppressed sob, Uncle Yu squatted on the ground, wiping his tears. A grown man cried like a child.

"Uncle, what happened?"

After a long time, I heard Uncle Yu say:

"Your aunt was diagnosed with acute leukemia. The doctor said there is a treatment method that requires a few injections and has a high chance of cure, but it costs more than two million yuan. It is an imported injection ordered from abroad and is not covered by medical insurance."

"I wanted to sell the house and borrow some money, but your aunt wouldn't agree. She said she wanted to give up treatment, fearing that all the money would go down the drain and she would end up dragging down Ziqiu and me."

"How could I just watch her suffer and die?"

"But our house was originally allocated to us by the school. It's a small property, so it's hard to sell and not worth much. I asked around, and it only sells for one million at the lowest price. Adding our savings together, we can get about two million. But Zi Qiu is still studying abroad, so he needs at least five hundred thousand a year."

"I haven't told her yet."

"I want to earn more money and then put it together. I'm afraid two million is just the starting price."

"I'm useless. She has been with me all her life and has never enjoyed any happiness. But now is a critical moment for Ziqiu..."