In the Cheng Family courtyard, several elderly gentlemen from nearby were enjoying the cool air, while a group of children, whose parents were on duty, gathered in the courtyard, playing a game.
Ever since learning of Ping’an’s return date, Wen Yu had been staying at his grandfather’s house early, waiting with a change of clothes. Last night, Zhang Guoqing and his family arrived home, and if anyone was the happiest about it, he would probably be one of them.
Compared to his grandfather’s house, Yu preferred his grandfather’s place. The Big Courtyard was wonderful! There were many playmates there, the space was large, and one could play however one liked—there was even a chance to watch movies and play in the swimming pool.
Once Little Ping’an came back, it got even better! He had so much meat that he almost cried. It seemed like without the Lin Family, he could eat more braised pork.
Yu glanced at the well-behaved little figure beside him and stuffed the paper packet he’d won into his small hand. "Hold on to it! Tomorrow I’ll win you a glass marble."
With a big smile on his face, Ping’an nodded, took one, and returned the rest to him. "No need, my mom doesn’t let me play with glass marbles."
"It’s okay. I’ll seal it with a bag, my sister won’t mind. But you must remember not to put the marbles in your mouth. Last year a little kid accidentally swallowed them and ended up in the hospital."
A nearby child, not impressed by his nagging, said, "Hurry up. We don’t have any fools in our courtyard!"
"You’re the fool! You lost a lot and still won’t admit it."
"Little master is letting you win. Let’s go again!"
The kids gathered around laughed. Go again, and he’d get spanked at home for tearing up the books!
Nearby, Ping’an boredly watched the adults drinking tea and playing chess from a distance, then looked at the women at the living room entrance. Sigh, he really wanted to go home!
Just then, two figures appeared, and Ping’an’s eyes lit up. He quickly stood up from the small stool and dashed toward the main door.
Without hesitation, Zhou Jiao picked him up, asking, "Had fun, right? Feeling hot?"
Fun would be a lie! A bunch of fools playing tear-the-book, and slapping it hard against rocks, how painful.
Seeing her son silent, Zhou Jiao chuckled and refrained from asking more questions. After her father went to the elderly men’s side, she carried her son to the women’s circle.
Old Mrs. Cheng beckoned her over to sit beside her, asking, "Xiao Wu took that kid out and hasn’t come back yet?"
Zhou Jiao greeted everyone softly and, after sitting down, joked, "You know you’re being biased against me."
"You bad girl!" the old lady patted her hand and chuckled.
"Went out after dinner, they must have gone elsewhere. My aunt didn’t come tonight?"
Beside her, Liu Ting reached out to hold Ping’an, "Your mom was just asking the same thing when she came over. No wonder you’re mother and daughter. Your aunt was here last night, she must be busy tonight."
The old lady inquired softly, "Need your aunt for something? I can call her over for you."
"No need. Just miss my aunt; I’ll go over myself."
"A little girl tanning doesn’t look good. If you miss her, give her a call, say I’m looking for her."
Such favoritism, there’s no one else! Zhou Jiao laughed happily.
Lin Lishan patted her, "Is Aunt Chen home? Xiao Wu didn’t bring a key."
"It’s okay, if we’re not home he’ll come here to look." Zhou Jiao glanced over at her father, saw him chatting with Cheng Sijin and others, so she smiled.
Earlier outside the courtyard, she and her father regretted coming over. Who would have thought so many people were at the Cheng Family’s place? On such a great night, if they went to socialize, it would be better for father and daughter to go home and play chess.
"...Has Ru Zhu decided when to head South?"
"It’s not yet time for the trade fair, should be soon. I heard this time she’s flying over, won’t be leaving so quickly. Why, want to bring something?"
Lin Lishan slightly shook her head.



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