After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 62 - Talented Individuals Occupy It
Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Talented Individuals Occupy It
Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Talented Individuals Occupy It
It was as if the entire world stood still, that pastry’s flavor had long since turned into a sweet nectar of happiness in his heart, beyond all tasting.
“I know you cherish Xixi and would give anything to lay the world’s treasures at her feet, but remember, love is predicated on self-respect,” Su Yu said deeply and earnestly. “Excessive sacrifice can eventually lead a child to take it all for granted and, in time, she might become an ingrate.”
Jiang Ziling strongly agreed upon hearing this and silently vowed to remember these teachings.
Xixi, on the other hand, with her large, watery eyes, looked at Su Yu in confusion.
It was as if she was asking why he said she might become an “ingrate” in the future.
Her little face was filled with defiance, and she quickly hopped off the stool, extending her tiny hand, gesturing for Jiang Ziling to pick her up.
Once in the warm embrace of her father,
she didn’t hesitate to feed Jiang Ziling all the pastries she held in her hands.
That stubbornness and perseverance were clearly declarations of her innocence and her grateful heart.
Su Yu was amused by this scene and laughed heartily, gently pinching Xixi’s chubby little cheeks, his eyes full of adoration: “Our Xixi knows what’s right, how could she not? Right, my little darling?”
Xixi then nodded vigorously, her face resolute.
At this moment, this harmonious and warm scene was grating to Lady Zhao’s ears, unbearable to withstand.
She looked at Jiang Youfu, who was grinning foolishly with drool still on his lips, feeling a mix of emotions, and could not help but sigh, “Ah, why did you have to provoke that woman seen as a calamity by everyone?”
No sooner had she spoken than her eyes moistened, and tears streamed down her face accompanied by sobs, “My son, what will become of your future…”
These mournful cries seemed to convey a mother’s unspeakable worries and anxieties.
Fang Qin held the pink baby in her arms, gently rocking.
She stepped lightly towards the haggard-looking Lady Zhao, her voice gentle but firm, like a warm ray of sunshine in spring trying to break through the gloom: “Mother, grieve no more. Remember the words of the curator; as long as we work tirelessly, the light of hope still shines.”
Lady Zhao suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with resentment, and stared directly at Fang Qin, as if trying to penetrate all the false pretenses.
Memories flooded back, of how Su Yu had chased after her, and how Fang Qin, like a fleeing rabbit, had completely vanished.
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And now she had the audacity to put on a face of sympathy and offer feigned concern?
Su Yu might be a handful, but to deal with this lazy woman was child’s play.
Lady Zhao’s lips formed a cold, hard line as she rebuked without mercy: “You useless thing, if it weren’t for me shielding you, your lazy bones wouldn’t even get a mouthful of warm dirt! I must have been blind to let Youfu marry you, a burden like you. You can’t even keep your man from getting beaten like this. What can you do besides holding a baby? You’re a waste. If you have any sense, stay away from me and stop bothering my sight!”
Fang Qin’s body trembled slightly, and after her astonishment, anger began to rise in her eyes, like a prairie fire ignited and unstoppable.
How dare this old hag humiliate her so?
Back in the day, it was the Jiang Family who came courting three times, with Lady Zhao personally making promises.
She had nodded her head in agreement to this marriage only after it was decided that she need not involve herself with any household affairs.
And now, she’s being unjustly accused of laziness?
Standing tall, her finger pointed straight at Lady Zhao’s nose, her voice was as chilling as a cold wind sweeping through: “You, the unrepentant old hag, spouting nonsense! Do you not have a clue about your own son’s character? Always idle and indulging in food, drink, and gambling, is there anyone within ten miles who doesn’t know he’s a good-for-nothing lowlife? If it hadn’t been for your measly dowry, and your shamelessly begging at our doorstep because my parents desperately needed the Silver Coin for my brother’s wedding, why would I have set foot in the decrepit threshold of the Jiang Family half a step?”
“As for him, sneaking into someone’s home in the dead of night, who knows what he had in mind? Getting beaten to that state was just reaping what he sowed. To be honest, it’s his good fortune he didn’t end up dead. If he were dead, you could easily find yourself a new love and continue living your life as you please.”
Lady Zhao could only stare in astonishment, unable to believe this woman would dare to curse her own husband!
Her rage burned like a fierce flame within her chest, her trembling finger pointed directly at Fang Qin, but all she could manage to squeeze out through clenched teeth were a few words: “You… you crazy woman…”
Fang Qin briskly brushed Lady Zhao’s hand away, her fury unabated, voice booming like a great bell: “And you, old hag, who else saw you when you were mistreated outside, beaten like a stray dog? Why didn’t you cry out then? Now you come here to put on airs? You think I would be afraid of you?”
The sudden motion startled the baby in her arms, who burst into loud cries.
While comforting the child with soft pats and soothing murmurs, she issued an unquestionable command: “I’m hungry. Aren’t you going to cook? Don’t let my precious heart suffer hunger!”
Her gaze was sharp and resolute, a far cry from the once submissive Xie Xinghua.
The tolerance of past days was merely because, although occasionally rough, the life afforded by the Jiang Family’s Youfu was relatively comfortable.
Without the need to labor, why should she bother with those trifling and dirty matters? But this didn’t mean she lacked a breaking point.
Now, with Jiang Youfu’s mind gone, it was naturally time for the capable to take the helm of the Jiang Family.
Lady Zhao, watching the imposing Fang Qin, found herself falling helplessly onto a chair. In a daze, she saw before her Fang Qin’s resolute silhouette superimposed over her own younger self.
“What retribution this is!”
Lady Zhao wept bitterly, then frantically banged on Xie Xinghua’s door, “Are you still alive, you lazybones? It’s light out; don’t you hurry up and start cooking!”
Xie Xinghua gently rolled Jiang Wangshan’s body to the side, ensuring that he was lying more comfortably. Her movements were delicate and practiced as if this were an essential daily ritual.
Just as she was about to tuck the bed covers around Jiang Wangshan, a fierce quarrel erupted outside her door.
The voices pierced through the walls, striking to the core.
She tensed at the sound, quickly setting aside her work and hurrying out of the room.
Outside, the dispute between Lady Zhao and Fang Qin raged like a sudden and violent summer downpour.
Xie Xinghua stood by the door, her ears capturing every sharp word.
The harsh language sliced through the air; even from the other side of the wall, it brought a palpable sense of her mother-in-law’s frustration and discomfort.
Knowing that any intervention could fan the flames further, she opted for silence and evasion. She lowered her head, her face wearing the habitually meek smile, making herself as inconspicuous as possible.
This, perhaps, was the wisdom she had garnered to survive in a complex family.
