Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 663 Repeated Emphasis

Chapter 663: Chapter 663 Repeated Emphasis

"That’s good. The family business must be run well," An Hao repeatedly admonished An Ping. "Even if we do have money, we can’t waste it, there will be plenty of other things we’ll need money for in the future."

In An Hao’s past life memories, her father, An Shuchao, had died due to a serious illness because they couldn’t afford the treatment.

Many things had already changed in this life, but whether or not several major events she remembered would happen was still hard to say.

Money, in any case, should not be spent carelessly, just in case something really did happen at home and we needed it for emergencies.

"Don’t worry, sis! I’ve got it under control!" An Ping had been diligently working for the past couple of years, and his experience had grown significantly from occasionally conducting business outside.

He had become much more sophisticated in both speech and action than before.

An Hao nodded, then looked at Song Fei, who was quietly eating his meal, and asked, "How has Qin Feng been lately? Has she woken up?"

Song Fei heaved a deep sigh, shook his head, and said, "Not yet! It looks like she won’t be waking up anytime soon. Maybe this is my punishment from the heavens!"

Song Fei was not very old, but he had aged quite a bit during this period.

This illness of Qin Feng’s had a lot to do with it.

"Don’t be too sad. Qin Feng will surely wake up. Just have your parents take good care of the child, and when she wakes up, your family will be reunited."

Song Fei was relatively sanguine about the situation: "Actually, this is not so bad. Qin Feng and I had our fair share of arguments after marriage. Now that she’s asleep all the time, there’s no more fighting, and it’s quite nice to watch over her every day."

"That’s the spirit. As long as you’re okay with it, I believe Qin Feng will definitely wake up," said An Hao confidently.

Song Fei nodded and bent his head to continue eating.

As the meal was coming to an end, Song Fei told An Hao, "Yueqin and Qin Fen are about to get married. They’re already picking a date and will probably notify you when the time comes."

An Hao was momentarily taken aback and then said softly, "Okay."

If Song Yueqin was going to marry Qin Fen, who knew what kind of storms might arise in the future.

But An Hao wasn’t afraid.

If Song Yueqin dared to stir up trouble, she’d be ready to cut her down severely!

Don’t think marrying Qin Fen would allow her to make waves in front of An Hao!

After lunch, An Ping and Song Fei went to the university canteen to meet with the manager to discuss business, while An Hao returned home by herself.

Upon entering, she saw a harmonious scene in the living room.

Qin Jian and Ning Yibin were playing chess, Zhang Yun was knitting on the side, occasionally glancing at the father and son.

Standing at the door, An Hao smiled slightly. This life she had envied in her previous life, and now, this time, it all belonged to her.

Seeing An Hao come back with her backpack, her hands red and cold, Zhang Yun hastily put down her knitting to pour her a cup of hot water and handed it to her, "Is it very cold outside? Next time, if you don’t have classes, let me know in advance, and I’ll have Qin Jian pick you up."

"It’s alright, Mom! The bus is quite convenient," An Hao replied as she put her backpack down. The backpack’s opening wasn’t properly closed, and the challenge letter written by Cheng Yue slid out without her noticing.

An Hao took a few sips of the hot water and vaguely felt a pain in her stomach, signaling that her period was likely about to start.

An Hao hurriedly set down the cup and ran towards the upstairs bathroom.

Qin Jian, who had been concentrating on playing chess with Ning Yibin, only returned to reality from the intense world of the chessboard when he heard Zhang Yun calling him, "Mom, what’s wrong?"

"Go upstairs and see how An Hao is doing? Her complexion didn’t seem very good," Zhang Yun said.