The little one’s clever schemes upstairs were unknown to Zhou Jiao.
Even if she knew, so what? The three fair-skinned sons raised by her, her dad, and Zhang Guoqing had long become black sesame dumplings.
The gentle, cool breeze blew by, making her almost fall asleep comfortably. If it weren’t for Cheng Ruzhu constantly chatting with her mom, she would have drifted into dreamland.
Parents with benevolent hearts always center their lives around their children. Regardless of their education level or family background, they are eager to plan a century-long future for their descendants.
Is that conventional?
No!
Having sons, Zhou Jiao could understand Cheng Ruzhu’s anxieties. Even though she often said that when Ping’an and the others grew up, she would let them fly freely.
But deep down, isn’t she always pondering their future paths? Isn’t she preparing to leave them a vast fortune? Otherwise, what use are those external possessions to her?
"...The second child is now neither here nor there, and I’m most worried. Apart from attending half-day classes, he stays home whenever he has time. Yet, he has the best academic performance, but now the college entrance exam is suspended..."
Miao Lishan overheard these worries, her eyes helplessly drifting to her daughter. She truly didn’t know how to comfort her. Her own Jiao Jiao never had these problems troubling her; before anything even happened, the child had already planned it out herself. Not to mention, whenever she encountered issues, she always consulted her child.
Oh, the worry, she was worried to death for Cheng Ruzhu!
"...What’s the use of having so many sons? The eldest is settled, and now I have to worry about his marriage. Now I understand why daughters age quickly after forty, it’s all from worrying."
Zhou Jiao glanced at her mom from the corner of her eye. This carefree nature of hers, her words might cause resentment if they were heard by a sensitive person.
Isn’t her little aunt just showing off?
Looks like the two of them becoming closer hasn’t been without reason!
If Zhou Jiao hadn’t known how partial Cheng Ruzhu was to her, given even a hint of displeasure, had it been someone else, would she have bothered? See if she’d respond!
Old Mrs. Cheng in the rocking chair beside the stone table swayed gently, and before the lights-out call even sounded, she was already snoring softly, completely unaware as Zhou Jiao covered her with a blanket.
As a result, on this beautiful night, Cheng Ruzhu got emotional and found a confidant.
"You’re really overthinking it, even worrying about your child’s marriage. Listening to you, shouldn’t my little aunt be even more anxious? I remember the eldest is just two years younger than Jiao Jiao, right?"
"I would have forgotten if you hadn’t mentioned it. Didn’t you hear my mom? That child was betrothed since they were young, and this year as the girl turned eighteen, a marriage report was filed."
Miao Lishan nodded. When it comes to the marriage of the Cheng family’s eldest grandson, no one dares to be careless. She had heard Old Mrs. Cheng mention it more than ten times. A well-matched family background, though no one knew what the girl’s character was like?
Zhou Jiao rolled her eyes quietly; this topic strayed further and further. And where are the plans for the wedding going to be? Not a word on the crucial points.
"Have you met the little girl? How does she look?"
Cheng Ruzhu shook her head, "Met her a few times when she was little, then she went back to her hometown which is far from Beijing, and I haven’t seen her since. When she grew up, she followed her parents into the army."
She gestured the height, "She was this tall, a very generous little girl, always smiling. Heard from my sister-in-law that she takes after her mom in appearance."
"Her mom, I don’t know."
Hearing this, Zhou Jiao couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Her own mom, oh... what an answer, truly unbeatable!
"It’s almost lights-out, I’ll head back with Ru Zhu first. Dad, we’d have to trouble you and mom with Yu." Wen Congwen, having had quite a bit to drink and finished the side dishes, bid his farewell.
Mr. Cheng looked at his still-sleeping wife, didn’t wake her, and said, "My dear grandson! It’s perfect for me and your mom since we’re idle anyway. Feel free to come by and sit more often."
"I’ll ask Xiao Wang to escort you back."


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