Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 202: Just Joking Around

At dusk, the afterglow of the sunset slanted down, and the evening glow reddened half the sky.

Silas Sheffield was cooking in the kitchen with his uncle and aunt.

Clara Sterling wanted to help but was "chased" out by Silas and her uncle.

Feeling a bit bored, Clara Sterling went outside to get some fresh air in the yard.

The yard at Grandma’s house wasn’t big, but it was planted full of gardenias.

At this time of year, the gardenias had already bloomed, with green branches and leaves bearing orange fruits.

Clara Sterling looked at these gardenia trees, surprised in her eyes.

These gardenia trees were different from the urban landscaping ones.

The urban landscaping gardenia saplings were short, but these gardenia trees were tall and dense, about the height of a person, with trunks much thicker than the landscaping gardenias.

Under the cement-gray courtyard walls, the gardenia trees swayed their branches and leaves gently in the breeze under the afterglow of the sunset, casting dancing shadows.

"These were all planted by Silas when he came back in the past," Grandma’s voice came from behind.

Clara Sterling turned around, "Grandma."

The old lady came over, her gaze moving back and forth between the gardenia trees in the yard and Clara Sterling, smiling warmly, "I wondered why he suddenly started planting gardenias when he came back that year. Turns out it was because of you, Clara. When did you and Silas meet?"

"Sophie and I were classmates. We met when I visited her home during high school," Clara Sterling replied.

"You’re three years younger than Silas, right? That timing sounds about right." Grandma chuckled warmly, "When you were in high school, Silas should have been in college. I remember it was the summer break of his sophomore year when he came back to plant the saplings."

Grandma stepped closer, gently stroking the gardenia leaves.

"This entire yard of gardenias was planted by Silas. That boy, he clearly liked you so early, yet he never managed to win you over all these years, making me worry for him for so long." Grandma feigned anger, but her tone was fond, her eyes full of smiles.

"Clara, you and Silas should get along well. This child, he experienced some things when he was young, became quiet and reserved, doesn’t like to speak much, and sometimes doesn’t express himself well. You need to communicate with him more." The elder’s face was full of affection, her tone gentle.

"Yes, I understand, Grandma." Clara nodded.

Thinking of Shannon Langley’s brother, Clara wanted to ask about the matter between Shannon’s brother and Silas.

Just as she was about to speak, Shannon walked into the yard, "Grandma Young, I’m back."

Her uncle had asked Shannon to go home and bring her parents over for dinner.

This time, Shannon came with a middle-aged couple following behind her.

The couple was dressed splendidly, the man wearing branded clothing, the woman well-maintained, even with makeup, permed hair, and manicured nails, carrying an LV bag on her arm — clearly not farmers from a rural area.

The couple greeted Grandma Young.

Shannon’s mother turned to look at Clara Sterling, "Is she Silas’s wife?"

Grandma smiled, "Yes, you can call her Clara. Doesn’t she look pretty?"

Mrs. Langley scrutinized Clara Sterling up and down, without answering the old lady’s question, instead changing the subject, "Silas hasn’t been back for a while, has he?"

With guests at home, the aunt picked a fresh watermelon from beside the house.

The aunt picked up a fruit knife, slicing the watermelon open with a "snip." The red flesh, dotted with black seeds, and the juice seeped into the tissue paper under the watermelon.

"Clara, try this watermelon. It’s grown at home and sweeter than the ones bought in the city." The aunt selected a piece from the center where the watermelon flesh was the reddest and handed it to Clara Sterling.

"Thank you, Aunt." Clara took the watermelon, took a big bite, and the sweetness instantly spread in her mouth, with a faint fragrance, indeed better than the ones from the city supermarket.

"You all have some too, don’t be shy." The aunt invited Shannon and her parents.

"Okay." Mrs. Langley took a piece of watermelon.

"Where’s Silas?" Shannon asked the aunt, "I have something to ask him."

"Silas is in the kitchen cooking with his uncle." The aunt replied.

"Okay." Shannon stood up and walked toward the kitchen.

Grandma watched Shannon’s back, then looked at Clara Sterling, seeing she appeared unaffected, and felt somewhat relieved.

Mrs. Langley then smiled and said, "This child has always loved sticking to her Silas brother ever since she was young. She even used to say she wanted to marry Silas when she grew up."

The aunt’s expression changed, "Oh, children’s jokes shouldn’t be taken seriously. Silas has always seen her as a sister. Besides, Silas is already married now. Saying this is inappropriate."

Grandma, who had remained silent, couldn’t help speaking up, "Yes, Silas has always treated Shannon as a sister. Even when joking, there should be limits, and Clara is sitting right here."

The smile on the old lady’s face had vanished, her expression serious, with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

Having known the Langley Family for so many years, Grandma and Aunt were well aware that Mrs. Langley was feigning a joke to deliberately upset someone.

And it was obvious who she intended to upset.

Of course, it was Clara Sterling.

When Silas was unmarried, Mrs. Langley had blatantly and subtly suggested to Silas’s grandmother that Shannon be with Silas.

Grandma inwardly despised how the Langley Family seemed so eager to climb the social ladder.

Silas Sheffield was indeed her grandson.

But he was also the CEO of the Sheffield Group, with a family fortune of billions.

Just because she lived in the village and was neighbors with the Langley Family, they believed they could marry into the Sheffield Family?

Back then, Silas bought a mansion worth billions in downtown Valeria, offering to bring Grandma and her uncle’s family to live there.

But Grandma, having lived in the village for decades, didn’t want to leave.

Grandpa’s grave was also in the village, and she didn’t want to leave her home, carrying countless memories for decades, refusing to move no matter what.

Silas had no choice but to acquiesce.

After Uncle retired, naturally, he would return to the village to take care of the elderly.

Silas arranged for his assistant to send money to Uncle regularly every month and bought a school district house for Uncle’s son, Silas’s cousin, as a gift for his nephew’s first month.

Even though Grandma’s family lived in the countryside, their wealth was unimaginable to outsiders.

Grandma valued equal family backgrounds.

When Zeke Sheffield came to propose, knowing the Sheffield Family was a Crestwood aristocrat, Grandma’s first thought wasn’t about her daughter marrying into luxury but the difficulties of being a wealthy daughter-in-law, fearing her daughter might be wronged in marriage.

When Sharon Sherman’s marriage was fiercely opposed by Mrs. Saxon of the Sheffield Family.

Grandma didn’t want her daughter to suffer after marrying in, so she initially opposed the marriage.

It was Zeke Sheffield’s persistent and honest efforts that eventually won her over.

Even knowing Clara Sterling’s family background wasn’t notable, and she wasn’t a match for Silas Sheffield in terms of family status...

But at least Silas Sheffield liked her.

As long as it was Silas Sheffield’s personal choice, Grandma felt content.

It was evident to anyone how much Silas liked Clara Sterling.

Grandma also understood Silas’s kindness to Shannon because of that past incident.

In the past, whenever the Langley Family brought up Shannon and Silas’s possible future together, Grandma, given the history, couldn’t bluntly refuse and had to brush it off laughingly.

Now, with such comments in Clara’s presence, Grandma felt displeased and immediately showed it.

Mrs. Langley, noting this change in Grandma’s demeanor, smiled a bit awkwardly, "Auntie Young, I was just joking. Don’t take it seriously."

Saying this, Mrs. Langley turned to Clara Sterling again, "Young Miss Sterling, you’re not that petty, are you?"