Chapter 515: Mom, You Worry Too Much

"Exactly. Just because they donated a lot, they think they can do whatever they want?"

Granny Qin was furious.

"That’s not exactly it—we could be a bit more tactful." Qin Wenze’s voice trailed off under his family’s glares.

Mrs. Qin stared at him. "Qin Wenze, do you know why you’re the one in this family with the worst life?"

Qin Wenze: ?...

’Why bring me into this out of nowhere?’

’Aren’t we talking about Mingxue’s situation?’

’Forget it. I’d better not say another word.’

Mrs. Qin ignored him.

In any case, her eldest son was the person she liked the least in the family right now.

She decided to go to the courtyard residence later to check on Mingxue.

’That girl must have been wronged today.’

’Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so angry.’

—

After her classes ended for the day, Fu Mingxue was about to head home when Director Zheng arrived.

"Good news! That Old Mrs. Rong is a reasonable person. She’s added more to the clothing order."

Fu Mingxue raised an eyebrow at his words.

However, she didn’t say anything.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Director Zheng couldn’t help but ask, "Are you heading home?"

"Yes, I need to go home and sort through some documents. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going."

’Since that moron Rong Jun already came looking for me at the university, he probably went to my house, too.’

’Even though my mom can really hold her own, I’m still a little worried.’

The moment Director Zheng heard she was going home to sort through documents, he didn’t want to delay her any further.

"Alright, be careful on your way."

Fu Mingxue’s bicycle was fast, and when she rode it on campus, she was quite a sight to behold.

After all, there wasn’t another electric bicycle like hers on the entire campus.

Those who had never seen one were astonished.

The wealthy students, on the other hand, wanted to find out where she bought it—they wanted one for themselves.

Fu Mingxue got home quickly.

The moment she entered the courtyard, she asked directly, "Mom, did that moron with the last name Rong come to our house today?"

Seeing her ask this, Mrs. Fu blurted out, "How did you know?"

Fu Mingxue: ...?

’So, my guess was spot on. That moron really did show up.’

"What did that moron say?"

"He was just looking for you, but I turned him away. Also, don’t go around calling people names with every other breath—aren’t you afraid of dirtying your own mouth?"

Mrs. Fu glared at her irritably.

Fu Mingxue: ...?

Then it dawned on Mrs. Fu. "So, you’re saying that Rong Jun fellow found you at the university?"

"Yeah. He came with two comrades from the Department of Commerce, saying they wanted me to go see Old Mrs. Rong. I was originally planning to go and clear things up. But that moron isn’t right in the head—so I decided not to go."

Mrs. Fu hadn’t expected that young man with the last name Rong to actually go to the university. She was very worried.

"Ah, then... will that... that Department get angry?"

Fu Mingxue looked at her mother, puzzled. "Why should I care if other people get angry?"

Mrs. Fu: ...?

"I’m just worried it will affect your job."

"Mom, you’re seriously overthinking this. We’re not even in the same department, so how could it affect my job? Besides, if something like this could affect my work, the biggest loser wouldn’t be me, but my work unit."

She didn’t have the patience of the older generation.

’Making me suffer in silence—not a chance in this lifetime.’

"Mom, you worry so much I don’t even know what to say. Just go make dinner! I’m starving. By the way, what are we having tonight?"

Mrs. Fu: ...?

’This thoughtless little brat.’

She said irritably, "We’re having greens and radishes."