novelraw Chapter 494 - 468: Who Is This?
Chapter 494 - 468: Who Is This?
Mrs. Yu and Mr. Yu were locked in a heated argument, using quotes from great leaders to attack each other, trying to occupy the moral high ground.
Mrs. Yu had long harbored grievances against her sister-in-law, holding back her past discontent, but when she heard that the sister-in-law wanted to ruin the daughter-in-law she favored, she could no longer restrain her anger.
Mr. Yu was also frustrated with his younger sister’s behavior and didn’t want to let it slide, but since she was his own sister, he couldn’t treat her too harshly like a class enemy. He was smoldering with unexpressed anger, only hating his sister for being such a disappointment. Speaking with Mrs. Yu, he also wanted to vent his emotions a bit.
"Both of you, stop arguing and let me say something!" Qian spoke up to control the situation.
"You both have valid points, but as the great man once said, ’If the heavens have emotions, the heavens too might age; the true path in the human world is change and hardship!’ We are one family, and before anything has really happened, we’re already fighting amongst ourselves. Isn’t this damaging our harmony? Let’s all calm down; this isn’t a big deal. If there’s a problem, solve the problem. Above all, don’t destroy family unity."
The way she put it was very wise; it brought Mrs. Yu back on track, reminding her to stay reasonable if she had the upper hand, and not to shift the contradiction. It also offered Mr. Yu a way out so that the stubborn old man wouldn’t lose face.
This escape was very comfortably handled, and Mr. Yu took to it.
He cleared his throat, approvingly looking at Qian, "Not many young people in your generation understand this."
"Isn’t it so? Our Qian is a one-in-a-million daughter-in-law no matter where she is, such a good child, how could anyone have the heart to bully her?" Mrs. Yu, knowing Qian’s past, sympathized deeply with her and despised the scum who tried to deceive her into marriage.
The sister-in-law targeting Qian was simply unreasonable. If the sister-in-law could disregard others for the sake of her son, then Mrs. Yu could certainly care for Qian!
A nice girl almost got trapped, her home burned down, and if her life got ruined, whom could she turn to for justice?
This created a crossover topic for Mr. Yu and Mrs. Yu, bringing the divided topic back on track, aligning the guns to face outward together.
"Actually, I don’t even feel bullied; the matter hasn’t caused much impact. I’m just worried that if the sister-in-law continues like this, she might cause bigger issues in the future, delaying the other family members. Our family members have special careers and can’t afford any mishaps. Such principle matters can be big or small, and as a kid, I can be careless at times. It’s still necessary for the elders to oversee the big picture."
What she said was beautifully articulated, soft in its approach but clear in its stance, hinting at both Mr. and Mrs. Yu.
Sure enough, Mr. Yu was silent for a few seconds.
"I’ll handle this appropriately."
Hearing him say this, Mrs. Yu was relieved; this old man seldom makes a stance, and in matters of great importance, as long as he makes a stance, the issue will certainly be thoroughly investigated to give Qian a proper explanation.
At this point, Qian also felt at ease inside. She had already won with an overwhelming advantage, secured an upper hand, and decided not to chase a vanquished foe.
Presumably, the sister-in-law will not appear in her world again, suppressing the sister-in-law while gaining the recognition of Mr. and Mrs. Yu, achieving both goals simultaneously.
Mr. Yu got up to head to the office to handle this matter, and Mrs. Yu wanted to keep Qian at home for one more night before going back, but Qian politely declined.
Finally having returned, of course, she wanted to check in with her mother and prodigal brother, staying home for one night before heading back to school the next day.
Upon hearing that Qian wanted to go home, Mrs. Yu wasn’t upset; instead, she called a driver for her and also sent over a lot of nutritional supplements for Qian’s mother.
While waiting for the car to arrive, Qian looked up at the sky, and Mrs. Yu curiously asked.
"Qian, what are you thinking?"
"Who dominates the vast earth..." Qian mused aloud.
Mrs. Yu was amused by her, "How come you’re like people of our generation? You know all this?"
Qian lowered her gaze, smiling at Mrs. Yu, "I have a... a friend, I suppose. He’s particularly interesting, always reciting leader quotes in full sets, and to deal with him, I had to recite back. It took me a long time to take him down."
What she referred to was actually something from a previous life.
Thanks to that person, she memorized the leader’s quotes thoroughly, although back then she was extremely annoyed with him. Reflecting on it now was rather amusing.
Just as Mrs. Yu and Mr. Yu were bickering, Qian suddenly thought of past events, which prompted her to speak those words with emotion.
"Your friend must be not young, right? If not 50, at least 40?" Mrs. Yu asked.
Qian tilted her head, thinking for a moment, "This year, he should be... 27, I think."
"Such a young kid, yet acts like people from our generation, so amusing," Mrs. Yu chuckled.
Qian shrugged, "If you spent time with him, you’d understand, not amusing at all, just an old-fashioned person."
In the past, she’d dealt with a lot of trouble from that guy, and in this life, she hoped not to cross paths with him, so her ears could have some peace.
The car arrived, drawing Qian back from her thoughts. She waved goodbye to Mrs. Yu.
What Qian didn’t expect was that she returned home without informing Jia Xiufang, and Jia Xiufang was out buying building materials.
Her brother Chen Zilong hadn’t come back from school either. She thought she brought her house keys, but obviously, she remembered wrong, as her pockets were empty.
Qian called Jia Xiufang, who was in a noisy environment, presumably at the recycling plant doing the accounts.
The allure of making small money became addictive, and with transactions of thousands each time, Jia Xiufang was in no rush even upon hearing her daughter was back. She even suggested Qian find somewhere to hang out or go shopping for clothes, whatever she spent, Jia Xiufang would reimburse.
Truly a dear mom...
Qian felt that since Jia Xiufang gained financial independence, her personality had changed a bit, becoming more confident.
This illustrates that a woman’s character has a direct relationship with her financial status. Once financially independent, even a dependent personality can make significant progress.
However, now that mom had "stood up," Qian found herself unable to get inside the house, truly helpless.
The time was still early; she wasn’t interested in shopping, expecting her prodigal brother to return soon, yet Chen Zilong, who knows where he wandered after school, hadn’t returned even after a long wait. All she could do was sit on the stairs hoping Jia Xiufang would get back soon.
Just as Qian became frustrated while waiting, she heard someone coming upstairs. Thinking it was her family, she was taken aback upon seeing the arrival.
How small this world is; whomever you fear, they’re bound to appear!
Just mentioned him to Mrs. Yu, and now here he is!
The man was about 175 in height, with a pretty boy look that somewhat resembled South Korean idols by today’s standards, yet he was super patriotic. Never mention in front of him that he looks like a South Korean idol, or he’d slam the table reciting slogans about resisting South Korean goods, never letting eggs rest at the doorstep...
He wore glasses, exuding an air of gentility, with a scholarly aura surrounding him. He was clad in formal black suit and white shirt, carrying a briefcase. When silent, he seemed as gentle as jade.
Seeing his face, Qian’s mind raced with variations of "oh crap," instinctively turning her body to face the wall, pretending she hadn’t seen him.
The man pulled out a key, with neatly trimmed fingers holding it as he opened the door and walked in. Only after hearing the door close did Qian let out a long breath and turn around.
The door opened again, and the man poked his head out, earnestly asking.
"Excuse me, do you need any help?"