Free Web NovelChapter 1109: Chapter 982: A Story
As for the Lin Family, Zhou Jiao had long left it behind, but that didn’t mean some people felt the same, and she might show up in your view eagerly.
Liyin appeared at the Zhou Family...
Just as Miao Lishan came home from work, just as Zhou Xiaozheng hadn’t come back yet, just as Zhang Guoqing entered the house with his little sons...
The timing was perfect, neither too early nor too late.
Upstairs, Zhou Jiao heard that familiar voice, and her intent to go downstairs immediately changed direction back to her room. Spending time with a guest wasn’t as worthwhile as turning another page in a book.
"Big sister... I, I..." Liyin said, facing Miao Lishan, glancing hesitantly at Zhang Guoqing and his three sons.
Was she hinting for the four of them to tactfully avoid the situation?
So that the once-close sisters could speak privately about things better left unsaid?
Zhang Guoqing gave her a glance and instructed Aunt Chen to serve tea. Of course, the tea wasn’t anything fancy; the Zhou Family always served simple tea. What? You wonder how they present it?
Hehe, just being able to have a bit of coarse tea is already high-end nowadays.
Have you not noticed that every time his father-in-law goes to a meeting, he has to bring his own tea or pay a twenty cents tea fee for a night? It’s not exaggerated at all.
Zhang Guoqing wouldn’t humiliate himself by pretending not to see people’s expressions, he went upstairs to find his wife. He needed comfort, had he been disdained by the guest or not?
Yet, Ping’an and the brothers stayed on the sofa, not moving an inch. To them, it’s their home, say what you want, the door’s right in front.
Especially Xiao Wu, who turned his back on her with a pout. Don’t think he didn’t know the woman; who didn’t know she came for help from the family?
With that first sentence, she offended. Fool!
Miao Lishan saw her accommodating son-in-law being forced upstairs, and her gaze turned a bit displeased toward Liyin. She frowned and pointed to the sofa beside her, "Sit down first, then talk."
Liyin understood and sat down without a word, and as soon as she began speaking, tears fell before she could utter anything, shocking Ping’an and the brothers pretending to read, work, or watch the drama.
Liu Yi "啪" dropped a half-filled bullet casing on the table, glanced at Liyin, then continued his work.
If it were someone else, they might tell the kids or let them go play upstairs, but who was Miao Lishan? Let alone her ability or willingness to say something for her three grandsons.
In her heart, probably no one in the world was as talented, intelligent, obedient, attentive, or protective as her three grandsons.
Another point, she always supported the notion at home; her three grandsons were born with good fortune. In her words:
When Zhou Jiao first carried the news of Ping’an to Beijing, she brought news of her beloved man living; in her most despair, Little Ping’an tearfully held her hand tight.
When she eased her sorrow and felt remorse for Zhou Xiaozheng not having a son successor, Liu Yi and Wu Yi’s birth silenced opposing rumors...
Consequently, Ping’an and the brothers, growing up by her side, ranked just a bit lower than Zhou Xiaozheng in her heart. How could she bear to let them suffer?
In the Zhou Family, if anyone indulged Ping’an and the brothers, aside from her, no one else would unconditionally adhere to them.
In her words, "I can afford it!"
——Yes, she earned almost three hundred yuan a month, she had every reason to say it proudly.
"Stop crying, once their grandpa returns, he’ll get upset seeing it again. Crying, what’s the use? If it worked, I’d have cried myself to death long ago."
Liyin wiped her tears harshly, "Sister, have you heard about my trouble? You must help me this time. If you don’t lend me a hand, I’m doomed."
Miao Lishan gave her a glare, "It’s just a job transfer, does it warrant life and death? According to you, those locked up in cowsheds would have long died and reincarnated."
"But I was wronged."
Miao Lishan scoffed, "Wronged! You forgot there was a time you always told me how great Director Yang was? Urged me to interact more with her?"
Miao Lishan recalled and got angry, "Urge me to interact with that woman? Who is she? Her husband holds a high position, but mine isn’t far behind hers. Not comparing husbands, just saying I joined the children’s group at eight, what is she? Even trying for me to fawn over her? Do I need to fawn over her? You’re good to her, but did she ever communicate with you? If she passed away, would you feel sorry?"
"Sister, I meant it for your good, who knew it would end like this."
Miao Lishan saw her pitiful face and waved her hand, "Stop talking, we both know inside that I was clueless of your intentions back then."
Upon hearing this, Liyin stared at her, asking slowly word by word, "As sisters, would you really watch me perish without regard for our bond?"
"First, don’t say more about life or death; years ago, I did roam about outside." Miao Lishan exhaled, "Rather, did you ever cherish our bond as sisters?"
"Many past events I don’t want to recall, but I ask you one thing. When Old Zhou Family exposed your biological mom for drugging, weren’t you the first to know?"
This question by Miao Lishan caught Liyin off guard.
It clearly told the other, if truly sisters, how could you keep me in the dark? Since you chose then, why bring up sisterhood now?
For a moment, silence fell in the living room. Even Aunt Chen, about to enter, retreated upon hearing Miao Lishan’s words again. She thought these words should’ve been addressed long ago.
Wu Yi blinked, got off the sofa, and handed Miao Lishan a teacup, "Grandma, don’t be sad; others wrong you, but we’re different, we’re family."
Miao Lishan accepted the cup and set it aside, patting her leg.
"Not anymore, I’ve grown; sitting might hurt your leg again. Mom said it’s all due to not properly maintaining at a younger age."
Miao Lishan laughed, "You Little Genius. Hungry? Want some food?"
Wu Yi glanced across at Liyin and shook his head, "With a guest, we’ll wait for grandpa to return. Grandma, should I tell you a story?"
Miao Lishan looked at the silent Liyin, not in the mood for any story, but with Wu Yi clinging to her arm, she couldn’t bear to refuse, so she smiled and nodded.
"Now listen carefully, I don’t tell stories to just anyone." The little chatterbox cleared his throat, "Once upon a time, a man raised sheep.
One morning, he prepared to take them out to pasture and found a sheep missing. The pen had a hole, and during the night a wolf came through, carrying the sheep away..."
