In her previous life, she was a cash machine and free nanny for her three children. On New Year's Eve, he was forced to become homeless and was killed by a collision.
Open your eyes again and go back to 1986.
Does your son want money? No. Daughter wants a relationship? Figure it out yourself. The younger son draws a pie? You eat the cake, and I keep the money to buy a house.
Everyone said she was crazy. She didn't leave any money to her children, so she bought all the junk—old books, newspapers, broken furniture, and piled up a warehouse full of them. The children find it embarrassing and the neighbors laugh at it.
Who would have known that without the children, out-of-print stamps cost thirty thousand a piece, Ming Dynasty huanghuali was worth a house, and celebrity manuscripts museums rushed to get them.
The children rushed back with red eyes: "Mom, we will provide for you in your old age!"
Li Qiuju crossed her legs and said, "Retirement care? I have money. You guys? You can stay somewhere cool."
