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Chapter 73: Chapter 72 Impulse is the Devil

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When Mei Na saw Gong Tao and the others returning, she gave him a disapproving look but still stepped in to help carry things.

Clueless about offering assistance, Mei Na could imagine her daughter’s disappointed expression, even though she didn’t witness her husband’s failure to meet their daughter on arrival.

"Don’t worry, just a little more, and we’ve come this far, might as well finish it," Gong Tao murmured quietly.

Even though he had to heed his friend’s advice, Gong Tao wasn’t focused solely on teaching his daughter a lesson.

Since he saw that both kids had nearly completed their chores, he decided they should persist a bit longer.

"Don’t worry, Mei Na, they’ll wrap up soon, and when they see the good food, they’ll definitely be happy," Zhao Gang placed items on a cabinet inside the house.

Zhao Gang didn’t particularly like the grain distributed by the village, as the best quality was always given up to the national treasury.

The remaining lesser quality was shared among the villagers, and Zhao Gang preferred eating what he grew himself.

Despite the inferior quality, it couldn’t be wasted, especially since it was a matter of reputation.

"Really almost finished?" Mei Na’s eyes lit up hearing they would soon complete it.

Tao was frustrated that his wife trusted Zhao Gang’s words over his own, feeling vexed.

"Outrageous, you don’t believe your own husband," Gong Tao muttered irritably.

"It’s just your way to dodge responsibility and not help Ni Zi with the chores," Mei Na decided today to not show kindness to her husband.

Although the children were unruly today, if Gong Tao had intervened earlier on, would things have progressed to this point?

If he had stopped them sooner, none of this would have happened.

Seeing his wife’s unpleasant expression, Gong Tao felt she was venting misplaced anger, but he kept quiet.

As a man, he knew better than to argue when his wife was angry; otherwise, he’d be the one suffering.

Mei Na saw Gong Tao’s compliance as acknowledgment; humph, she knew he couldn’t be relied upon.

Renee, oblivious to her parents’ squabble over her, focused on completing her last bit of work.

Renee felt her hands trembling like she had Parkinson’s disease due to the excessive shaking.

She lost count of how long she’d been working as her arms had gone numb.

Guang Ran became excited, "We’re almost done, almost there."

"Soon we can eat!" Guang Ran freed a hand to rub his belly, feeling it had vanished.

Renee remained silent, not out of aloofness but lacking energy; she saved her last bit of strength to eat and then take a nice bath.

She planned to rest well afterward, estimating today’s workouts were anything but ordinary; without proper rest in the coming days, her petite frame would surely suffer.

Previously, Guang Ran might’ve been annoyed, thinking Renee disrespected him, but now, he was disinclined to anger.

Lacking energy and fearing he might shove Renee if he got upset.

The girl falling wasn’t the issue; preserving their hard work from the afternoon was crucial.

Should the snow blocks collapse again, Guang Ran feared what his strict brother would task them with afterwards.

After securing the last snow block, Guang Ran wanted to announce finishing loudly, but his strength failed him.

Even simple gestures seemed incredibly difficult; he dismissed doing anything else, prioritizing food.

Taking a deep breath, Guang Ran wobbled towards the house for dinner.

Renee stopped him, receiving unsurprising disapproving looks from Guang Ran.

He hoped that showing her kindness during the afternoon would eventually bypass this issue. But Guang Ran felt that they’d wrap up collaborating; settling scores was necessary.

"Let Brother Xu Ran inspect; what if it doesn’t pass?" Facing Guang Ran’s fierce gaze, Renee persisted unyieldingly.

Knowing how quickly Guang Ran could turn hostile, "What if he says it hasn’t passed?"

While Zhao Xu was unlikely to be so harsh, they had been severely taught off by him, leaving the outcome uncertain till the end.

Right, how did I forget, Guang Ran patted his forehead; before, it wouldn’t have mattered.

Now, he knew how ruthlessly stern his big brother could be, worrying about failure.

Guang Ran shivered at the thought, "The stuff we made is solid, right?"

Renee initially felt their efforts were adequate, but seeing Guang Ran this fearful made her hesitant, "Should we refine it a bit more?"

"But I’m starving," Guang Ran rubbed his belly continuously, aware of his hunger as his stomach protested.

No major strength left to work, Renee could only call out, "Brother Xu Ran, we finished."

Renee suspected Zhao Xuran and the others were stealthily eavesdropping and wagered on their leniency.

Some aspects might not be perfect, yet their utmost effort was given, hoping for approval.

Indeed, Zhao Xuran overheard from inside, and noted they had completed, taking his time to gear up and head out.

"Xu Ran, don’t be too harsh." While never criticizing her eldest for disciplining the younger ones, Zhan Jing finally vouched a kind word for Renee.

Mei Na said nothing, but her looks spoke volumes.

"I’m aware," Zhao Xu proclaimed that having been the antagonist, relaxing standards was not an option.

Leading them to think elegant fuss earns approval would jeopardize future demands on them.

Why the delay? Renee and Guang Ran waited in the yard, excitement waning gradually.

No plans for more intimidation, Renee internally wailed.

If time could reverse, Renee swore she’d never squabble with Guang Ran, even if it meant being tricked; no harm done.

Impulsivity must be avoided; a critical lesson needfully etched within Renee.

Guang Ran swallowed incessantly, hunger unabated, "I promise no more squabbling."

If previously intent on vindication, now, Guang Ran abandoned that desire, caring only to dine promptly.

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