Back to the 1980s: Becoming the Villain's Lucky Wife

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: What I Say Goes in My House

Qin Jiao remembered it clearly. In her past life, she’d once gotten a box of imported mooncakes and some imported steak, and she’d thought to bring them home for her grandparents and parents to eat.

But in the end, her grandparents gave everything—both the mooncakes and the steak—directly to her uncle’s family. When Qin Jiao turned back, she saw her own parents eating porridge and pickled vegetables.

At the time, she’d asked about the steak, but Mr. Qin had just said he didn’t like greasy food. As for the mooncakes, they were too sweet, and he didn’t care for overly sweet things either.

’So what if you found it greasy and sweet? You could have at least given it to her parents.’

Incidents like this were simply too common, proving that Mr. Qin’s heart was hopelessly biased.

But sometimes, reality proves that the child you pour your entire heart into spoiling won’t necessarily be the one to care for you in your old age.

This was perfectly exemplified by Qin Jiqun.

He was lazy and gluttonous, and ended up living in utter destitution. Later, when Mr. Qin became so ill he couldn’t even move, it was Su Yun and Qin Zhonghui who came back to take care of him.

How ironic is that?

And now in this life, there was something else: he was actually planning to trade Qin Jiao away in an arranged marriage. At this point, how could she possibly have an ounce of respect left for the man?

Her tone was detached. On the other end of the line, Mr. Qin shrieked as if someone had stepped on his tail, "You good-for-nothing girl! I always knew raising you was a waste! If I’d known you’d be so ungrateful and heartless, I should have strangled you at birth!"

Qin Jiao laughed. "The way you’re talking just puts my mind at ease. An elder like you truly doesn’t deserve any respect."

Seeing that Qin Jiao was neither scared nor angry, Mr. Qin worked himself into a sputtering rage. He finally realized his eldest granddaughter was a real handful. He grumbled, "Forget it. There’s no talking to a little brat like you. Go get your father to answer the phone!"

"I’m the one who makes the decisions in my family. If you ask my dad, he’ll just have to come and ask me anyway. If you have something to say, say it now. Otherwise, I’m hanging up. I’m busy."

Mr. Qin was seized by another fit of anger. He coughed for a long time before finally taking a deep breath. "Fine! I’ll talk to you! Your family is doing so well now, so why can’t you help out your uncle!"

"First of all, how old is my uncle? Is he not an adult? Second, is he disabled? Does he have a crippled arm or a missing leg? He’s a grown man who doesn’t know how to earn a living for his own family and has been mooching off his parents his whole life. What nerve does he have to come to us for help? Oh, right, speaking of my uncle, I just remembered—Xiao Tao broke my computer. It cost 7,888. For family’s sake, I’ll round it down. Just give me seventy-eight hundred."

CLICK. The line on the other end went dead.

She didn’t know if he had hung up on purpose or just smashed the phone in a fit of rage, but either way, Qin Jiao didn’t care.

Some relatives will genuinely help you a great deal, bound by ties of blood.

And then there are other relatives, like her uncle, who will try to drag you down to hell with them.

’If there was any hope of lifting them up, Qin Jiao would have been willing to help. But reality had proven that if you were truly good to her uncle’s family, they wouldn’t feel a shred of gratitude. They’d just think you owed it to them.’

’So, to hell with them all! They can just piss off!’

’She’d already been reborn once. Why should she let herself be shackled by all that? She would be the one to break the chains her parents couldn’t.’

Just then, she heard a noise outside. Qin Jiao got up and went out to see Shen Yi returning in a hurry.

The meal was just about ready, so Qin Jiao told Shen Yi to wash his hands, and they went to the kitchen to eat.

The food was all laid out on the table. Shen Yi was wolfing it down, and Qin Jiao asked, "What’s with you? In a rush to go back out?"

"The piano arrived, but there was a problem. It was sent to the wrong address. I’m getting someone to go pick it up and bring it here."