In the living room, Old Mrs. Cheng took the tea brought by Aunt Chen, sipped lightly, and looked hesitantly at Zhou Jiao and her son.
Zhou Jiao found it strange: "Auntie, what else can’t you tell me directly?"
The old lady smiled and shook her head.
"Is there something at home?"
"No. Do you plan to visit Old Lin before the new year?"
Zhou Jiao frowned slightly, even her aunt felt sympathetic? Could it be that she’s being too harsh? But she didn’t feel that way at all.
"Jiao Jiao, as someone in politics, you shouldn’t give others a handle against you. This is something you should think about when you have time. Especially Xiao Wu, he shouldn’t give others a hold on him either."
Zhou Jiao glanced at her thoughtfully: "Did someone say something in front of you? Or did Mr. Lin say something outside?"
The old lady looked at her admiringly and smiled: "Once that Miao boy appeared, naturally people started gossiping. Regardless of their motives, as time passes, everyone will nostalgically remember Old Lin’s good side. Some feel sympathy for the unfortunate, while other factors come into play."
Zhou Jiao gently patted her son in her arms and gazed absently outside.
"With Gu Ruyi taking all the blame, in the eyes of the world, Old Lin appears innocent. As the Lin Family declines, while your family thrives, some people recall how he pampered and protected your mother in the past."
Zhou Jiao understood that this was merely jealousy kicking in. Recently, she had received commendation for fighting off criminals and had been mingling with bigwigs, making some restless.
"Gratitude for birth and gratitude for raising can both be argued. Morality and public opinion are double-edged swords, so it’s vital to watch your words and actions."
As Old Mrs. Cheng said this, she patted her comfortingly. Knowing the child’s nature, she guessed she’d be unwilling. Being too straightforward or too rigid isn’t good, this temperament is just like her elder sister, always refusing intimidation, never wanting to bow to others.
"Especially Xiao Wu should still visit Old Lin. Regardless of his motives, Old Lin has treated Xiao Wu very well on the surface over the years."
Zhou Jiao understood the implication perfectly: weren’t people starting to hint that Zhang Guoqing was ungrateful? Unfortunately, she couldn’t confront them openly. Otherwise, she’d really like to ask how much her husband had benefited.
All of this couldn’t be separated from Mr. Lin’s secret urging. She really couldn’t understand how visiting him would reconcile the two families?
Recalling the face resembling Grandpa Zhang, a fiery anger surged within Zhou Jiao. Thinking about Zhang Guoqing’s character, perhaps he might actually be caught off guard.
Old Mrs. Cheng couldn’t discern her thoughts from her unchanged expression. She could only talk about the profound topic of human relations.
"It’s said after your mother visited him that day, he ate two bowls of rice and boasted to old acquaintances about how wonderful his eldest daughter was. Recently, he often mentions how smart you are, even betting with others on whose granddaughter would be more successful."
Zhou Jiao laughed bitterly to herself: she was being offered up in plain sight. If she appeared before him, his words would become fact, but if she didn’t, he’d seem even more pitiable, leaving her damned either way.
She didn’t believe Mr. Lin had much affection for her. Could someone who would abandon his own granddaughter care about a granddaughter with no blood relation? Ridiculous!
Even if people understood the reasoning here, they’d still fan the flames. Was she to walk right into his trap?
With this thought, Zhou Jiao squinted her eyes. Was she living for the sake of some idle gossip and laughable human relations?
Zhou Jiao harshly scolded herself internally—it almost shook her stance! Just because he makes a move, she should respond? Who made that rule!
"Mommy?"
Zhou Jiao glanced at the children running into the yard, smiled, and patted him: "Go on, ask Grandma Chen to help you. Don’t fight with your friends, and if you’re missing anything, have Grandma Chen help out."
Little Ping’an nodded with a smile, greeted the old lady, and dashed out of the living room.


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