I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 125: A Beautiful Counterattack

Perhaps her mother-in-law would still blame her for getting obsessed over worthless books and storybooks for no reason.

There are, indeed, many unknown and inexplicable phenomena in this world.

But she never imagined she would encounter them. She had hoped it was just her own hallucination, randomly guessing as a result of reading too many books, just like her mother-in-law had said—becoming obsessed because of excessive reading.

But it wasn’t so. This letter was concrete evidence.

She and Brother Xiao Shan had attended school for a few years, taught by an old scholar. The old scholar had lived a life of unfulfilled ambitions, but he had beautiful handwriting.

She also had a talent for writing, and the old scholar liked her a lot and always shared tips about practicing calligraphy.

So she recognized at a glance that Qiao Qingyu’s handwriting was off.

Qingyu had stopped schooling in the fourth grade when the school was disbanded.

When schools finally resumed normal operations, she simply refused to study, but her mother knew what her daughter’s handwriting looked like.

The Qiao Qingyu who wrote this letter had, in fact, very good handwriting.

It could not have been developed in less than eight or ten years.

It was noticeable even if someone tried to imitate.

But now there was no way to compare, because when Qiao Qingyu was fifteen, she burned all her school exercise books and diaries that contained her writing.

To be honest, this was her daughter, whom she’d carried for ten months and given birth to—a daughter who was pink and white at birth, the likes of which had not been seen in miles around.

They said she was a little fairy who had descended from heaven, and she felt it was true.

Even though she had become more and more foolish as time went on, she had doubts, but she never thought in that direction.

Until Qiao Qingyu took the opportunity when He Xiuyu was drunk...

All her doubts turned into aversion and hatred.

Even though she was still her daughter, she couldn’t help but feel resentment.

She had loved her, indulged her, adored her, but what was the result? She was figuratively stabbed in the back by her own daughter.

Fully aware of her and the He Family’s relationship, yet she went ahead and did such a thing—not only did she do it, but she also drew a crowd to spectate, hoping to create a fait accompli, oblivious to the consequences it might brew.

Could she be happy?

How could He Shan’s wife ever accept a marriage obtained in such a way?

Could He Xiuyu respect her?

Moreover, she knew all too well about her mother’s relationship with the He Family. To put it bluntly, even if her love for He Xiuyu was passionate and overwhelming, that relationship had to be severed.

Thus, it could be said that Qiao Qingyu didn’t consider her a mother at all, and so she would not acknowledge her. But in the end, her heart softened, and she sent over the wedding dress she had embroidered, along with all the savings from their home.

The borrowed money could not be used, not a single cent; it all got sent back to the He Family.

After that, there was no further contact as if the mountains and rivers had parted them.

She would act as if she had no daughter, and perhaps Qiao Qingyu would act as though she had no mother either.

Yet she hadn’t expected her to return.

She didn’t want to see her.

Of course, she also firmly opposed Qiao Qingyu’s wish to see her.

But she had not anticipated that Qiao Qingyu’s return this time would completely overturn her understanding.

For some reason, these past few days, the image of her daughter, arrogant and unrivaled, known as King Qiao by the children, kept surfacing in her mind.

Her daughter was proud, and she was smart; she knew when to do what, not necessarily keeping herself invincible, but she never suffered losses.

So, after being insulted by Zhao Daju and those few women, she fought back, and she fought back beautifully.

Qiao Zhicai was still rambling on and on, but the joy and pride in his eyes were unmistakable, unable to be concealed. She stretched out her hand, impatient, interrupting him, "Alright, stop talking, let Qingyu come over tomorrow."

"I’m telling you, don’t be so stubborn; that’s your own daughter, not someone else’s child. She knows she’s wrong..." Suddenly, Qiao Zhicai’s eyes widened, looking incredulously at Han Xianglan. "What... what did you just say?"

Han Xianglan said impatiently, "Was I not clear? Let your daughter come over tomorrow."

Qiao Zhicai was so delighted he almost jumped off the kang; after a moment’s thought, he quickly put on his clothes and shoes and headed out the door.

Han Xianglan frowned, "It’s almost eleven o’clock; where are you going?"

"I’m going to tell Qingyu."

"She’s already sleeping; it’s so late, why disturb her? Just bring her over tomorrow morning, and that’ll be the end of it."

Qiao Zhicai stood at the door, laughing with a "hehe," looking up as he pushed back the tears in his eyes. It was wonderful; it seemed like the knot in his wife’s heart had been untied. He had felt like he was on the fire these past few days, it had been so uncomfortable.

Actually, he had secretly returned to the Qiao Family Team three times but only saw her once, and even then, Qiao Qingyu was far away.

Because he was worried that if his daughter saw him and then clung to him wanting to see Han Xianglan, he wouldn’t be able to stop her, and then if something went wrong, wouldn’t all the recent days of taking medicine and receiving injections have been in vain?

So, he didn’t dare show his face, but he was proud and elated.

His daughter stood beside Sun Dazhang, and she wasn’t even eighteen yet, standing straight as an arrow, her eyes and brows exuding confidence, sometimes mistaken for a high-ranking official from the provincial city.

The smile on his face simply couldn’t be contained.

Now everything was good; his wife had finally agreed to see their daughter, and he no longer had to endure this awkward predicament.

...

The next morning dawned with the brilliant sun piercing through the clouds, shrouding North City’s land. The sky over North City was blue like a gem, without a single cloud. The rain from the previous night made the sky even more clear and washed, and the willow leaves were tender and green, swaying lightly with the morning breeze.

The ground of North City was draped in greenery, signaling the lively and hopeful start of a new day. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

In the kitchen, cooking, Niu Guili felt a deep sense of contentment. They say that without rice, even the cleverest housewife can’t cook. Without anything, the best culinary skills are useless.

Yesterday morning, her sister-in-law and the others went to Mobei Prairie. She used the last scoop of cornmeal at home to make pancakes and fried a bowl of pickles, using the wild greens picked the day before yesterday to make a soup.

By noon, there was nothing left to eat.

But she didn’t dare make a fuss, worried that if her sister-in-law heard, she wouldn’t feel comfortable staying at home. After all, the sister-in-law was married off and only a guest; she couldn’t stay in the Qiao Family Team for much longer. If her mother-in-law still didn’t forgive her, she guessed Qiao Qingyu would have to return to Xichuan.

But to her surprise, upon waking up in the morning, she found a bag of white flour, a bag of corn, and half a bag of millet in the kitchen.

Then, on top of the cupboard, there was also a bundle of bean noodles and dry noodles.

On the dining table in the main room, there was also a bowl of big, white, and plump steamed buns.

It felt almost as if something miraculous had happened in the house.

Only after her sister-in-law got up did she find out that all of this was bought in the county town’s grain store.

Logically, the food coupons in her hand could not be used to buy grain from the North City grain store, but her food coupons were special military grain coupons, valid nationwide.

That’s why she was able to buy so much grain.

Now, steamed buns were being warmed in the pot, and millet porridge simmered.

Their delicious aroma could be smelled throughout the yard.