I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 342: Little Drama Queen

Meng Siqi looked toward He Shan and reached up to massage her forehead with a sigh. A headache, a real headache—she couldn’t accept anything from the Wu Family, not even if it was Imperial Green. It’s not like Meng Siqi had never seen such things before; it was just that after the family’s decline, all the good items had been sold by her opium-addicted elder brother.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have fallen to the point of marrying a man with muddy legs.

Even though he had an impressive military service record and a bit of culture, it couldn’t change the fact that he came from a rural background.

Of course, she had never regretted marrying He Shan.

She had fallen in love with this man at first sight, and deep down, she still harbored feelings for him, which is why she still dwelt on his past to this day.

"Dean Meng, what do you know? Jade Pendant has worn that jade pendant for quite some time now, and it can’t be separated from her anymore. Haven’t you noticed how rosy her little cheeks are? Don’t dismiss the power of old things; they have a spiritual essence."

"Mom, that’s all feudal superstition. You shouldn’t talk nonsense," Meng Siqi argued with a frown.

Old Lady He knew when to stop and then, seeing the nanny bustling about, she stood up. "Alright, let’s eat, what time is it already? The kids must be starving."

In any case, since this matter had been settled, having Rongrong at home meant she at least had something to do.

And not feel so utterly alone.

And it meant she wouldn’t feel like she was just freeloading.

Meng Siqi’s opposition was useless; her son still had the final say in this house.

Old Lady He huffed through her nose and briskly made her way to the kitchen.

Then she saw He Juanjuan, who was peeling candy in the living room, and gave her a disdainful glance. The old lady extended her hand without wanting her son to hear, so she lowered her voice, "Juanjuan, Granny’s hands are washed clean, can I go into the kitchen now?"

What she didn’t expect was that this conversation wasn’t heard by He Shan and Meng Siqi, but it was overheard by He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu coming down the stairs.

And by the mischievously quick Rongrong.

Thump, thump, thump, she ran forward, grabbed Old Lady He’s rough hand, and glared at He Juanjuan, "Little aunt, the teacher told us we should respect and cherish the young and the old. How can you dislike Granny’s hands and not let her into the kitchen?"

He Juanjuan, "..."

She felt her luck was particularly bad, glaring furiously at the little brat and reaching out her hand to pinch her as she usually did.

Qiao Qingyu had already approached, and without thinking, stepped in to stop her.

She didn’t say anything but gave He Xiuyu a look. This was your own sister; you deal with it.

Rongrong, the little drama queen, holding Old Lady He’s rough hand and speaking with emotion, "Great-Granny’s hands are the hands of a hardworking person, the most beautiful hands. Whether they are clean or covered with soil, they are deserving of respect..."

Old Lady He felt warmth welling up in her eyes.

The voices of the people talking caught He Shan’s attention, and he walked over. Old Man He was an honest person, and hadn’t been in good health, so the decisions at home were made by Old Lady He. He rarely spoke up, but at this moment, he looked at He Xuerong with a beaming and loving gaze, "Rongrong is truly a sensible and good child who doesn’t look down on us country folks at all."

"I don’t look down at all. When my little aunt drove the tractor with me racing across the endless fields, it felt so cool. Li Mingguang and I have decided that when we grow up, we want to go and develop the deserted Xichuan and turn all of the yellow sand into beautiful oases."

He Xuerong, who was now attending school, had learned many new terms, and she was a precocious child, especially with He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu teaching her—so you really couldn’t treat her as an ordinary kid.

Before He Shan even had the chance to praise her, He Juanjuan blurted out, "He Xuerong, you aimless girl, you’re from the He Family, how could you possibly grow up to farm the land? You should become a scientist just like your little uncle."

He Xuerong looked at He Juanjuan, this woman whose face and heart were equally marked with disdain for her.

Taking a quiet step back, He Xuerong spoke seriously, "Little aunt, what you’re saying isn’t right. If not for the uncles who are farmers, what would we eat? Without food, everyone would go hungry, and how can hungry people conduct scientific research? Could they be workers? They couldn’t even drive cars."

"Rongrong is right, He Juanjuan, your attitude is wrong," He Shan glared at his daughter and then cast a glance at Meng Siqi, who was frowning and observing them from a distance.

For the first time, he found these two people to be arrogantly dismissive of others.

Old Lady He glanced at He Shan and said in a low voice, "We need to give a red envelope to Qingyu; she still hasn’t changed her way of addressing us."

This was indeed a serious matter.

He and Dean Meng had long been prepared.

After all, she couldn’t just keep calling him Uncle He forever.

Thus, he and Dean Meng took their places on the sofa very formally, alongside Mr. He and Old Lady He, the latter having just given her the red envelope.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t put on any airs; after all, she and He Xiuyu had been rolling around in bed for quite some time now. A mere title was nothing, so she took the red envelope and called out one by one, "Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom."

He Xiuyu felt a warm glow in his chest.

A strange look flashed across Meng Siqi’s face, unclear about the mix of feelings within—some relief, some discomfort—but overall, simply complicated.

The nanny poked her head out with a smile and asked, "Can we start dinner now?"

With that, the somewhat eerie atmosphere was dissipated.

Dining in the dining room, the house was warm and cozy, the sun had not yet set, and its rays fell upon the windows and the family gathered around the large round table. Except for regretting that his eldest son wasn’t there, He Shan felt utterly content.

With wine glasses necessarily present on the table, a few words were exchanged, and then the meal began. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Meng Siqi couldn’t help but observe Qiao Qingyu, which was likely an instinctive behavior for any mother-in-law.

Watching intently, she had to admit that not only was Qiao Qingyu good-looking, even her manner of eating was pleasant to the eye.

She considered her own daughter to be extremely outstanding, but in terms of demeanor alone, Qiao Qingyu was someone you could take a liking to at first glance, whereas her own daughter came off as rather domineering.

Especially now at the dining table, she ended up in a heated argument with He Xuerong, her brows twisted into a tight knot, and she was even a year older than Qiao Qingyu.

Meng Siqi felt uncomfortable and began rubbing her forehead as she set down her chopsticks.

Old Lady He was not at all pleased; it was rare to have a family meal together, and there was Meng Siqi, frowning again; Heaven knows she didn’t dare say a word to her son, fearing a quarrel between the couple. It was the same with the old man, just not looking up or opening his eyes; but could she pretend not to notice?

That meal felt as if an iron lump was lodged in her chest, utterly indigestible.

Their son was home now; she had hoped things would get better and, moreover, they also had their little grandson and granddaughter-in-law present.