I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 349: Neurotic

Meng Si had not expected her youngest son to be so romantic.

"You can do as you please, it’s something given to you guys, it’s a complete set, and it’s also the only two sets of gold jewelry left from my maternal home. The quality is superb, the patterns are also very nice, just that the style is a bit old-fashioned."

Qiao Qingyu generously took a look, and it really was beautiful, with necklaces, bracelets, and even two gold hairpins.

"Mom, this style is very pretty. A lot of gold shops nowadays cannot produce such beautiful jewelry anymore."

"Right, that’s exactly the point. Some craftsmanship has been lost."

The two of them chatted easily, and He Xiuyu’s heart felt securely settled; he felt his mother and wife had accepted each other.

This was naturally a good thing for him.

When leaving Meng Siqi’s room, He Xiuyu reached out and pinched his wife’s cheek playfully, teasing, "How come you just make everyone like you so much? You have no idea how hard to please my mom is. If she didn’t like you, there’s no way she could pretend, at most she would just ignore people."

Qiao Qingyu giggled, neither objecting nor nodding, but she tiptoed and stealthily pecked He Xiuyu on the face. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Then she just smiled, refraining from expressing any opinions.

He Xiuyu did not insist on having Qiao Qingyu say anything.

He knew that regarding the Rongrong incident, whether or not it was done by his mother, Qiao Qingyu had her thoughts but was not in a position to voice them.

Then, as they both looked up, they saw He Juanjuan standing not far from the door.

The two hastily composed themselves and walked toward the staircase.

He Juanjuan’s room was on the other side of the stairs, next to He Xuerong’s room.

Qiao Qingyu’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, surmising that this proximity must be the reason why He Juanjuan’s bullying of Rongrong went unnoticed, it really was too close. Fortunately, they would be departing for Xichuan the day after tomorrow.

Qiao Qingyu’s expression remained calm as she prepared to go downstairs.

He Xiuyu frowned as he looked at He Juanjuan but spoke up, "Go check on our mom, she’s been thinking about you."

He Juanjuan’s eyes reddened again, truly only her mother in this house cared for her.

But suddenly she felt that such a thought was not quite right, as her father cared for her, and neither her eldest nor second brother had abandoned her.

He Juanjuan bowed her head, biting her lip, her hands entwined, but she did not speak, though her earlier hostility had obviously lessened considerably.

He Xiuyu was ready to head downstairs with Qiao Qingyu.

But unexpectedly, He Juanjuan suddenly spoke, however, she called out to Qiao Qingyu, "Can I have a word with you?"

Qiao Qingyu had already reached the third section of the staircase but stopped. Since her arrival at the He Family, she and this He Juanjuan hadn’t had a proper conversation, and then so much had happened.

Last time they met at the mall was very unpleasant, and to be honest, Qingyu was content to have spent these days without incident.

After all, she had hit her.

So she didn’t want to engage in much conversation with her.

But clearly, He Juanjuan had something to say to her, so she told He Xiuyu, "Go downstairs first."

He Xiuyu did not insist, not that he felt indifferent, but rather he felt very confident; ten He Juanjuans in front of Qiao Qingyu were not even a match, and it wasn’t that he was belittling his sister.

He Xiuyu gracefully descended the stairs, without looking back or worrying, He Juanjuan found this strange but did not think much of it.

She opened the door and said in a low mutter, "Come in. I... I have something to say to you."

Qiao Qingyu entered He Juanjuan’s room.

The room was decorated almost the same as Rongrong’s. In terms of material things, the He Family did not shortchange either of the girls.

It’s just that He Xuerong’s room had more childlike whimsy, while He Juanjuan’s was clearly a young girl’s boudoir.

With a voice somewhat hoarse, He Juanjuan spoke in a defeated tone, "You know all about it, so I won’t explain. The incident at the mall last time... I’m sorry."

Qiao Qingyu smiled, "That’s long in the past. Don’t mention it."

She hadn’t suffered any loss after all.

He Juanjuan seemed embarrassed, "Rongrong... She must really hate me, right?"

"Rongrong just said she doesn’t forgive you, but she doesn’t hate you. She said she doesn’t even hate her own mother," Qiao Qingyu felt it necessary to clarify He Xuerong’s stance, lest anyone think that being a child meant He Xuerong should be overlooked.

Unexpectedly, He Juanjuan suddenly lifted her head, with a flicker of shock in her eyes and even a trace of panic, "Liu... Liu Ge... When did she return to the country?"

"Just before the Spring Festival. Hasn’t she come to Beijing?" Qiao Qingyu replied, then noticed that He Juanjuan’s hands were clenched together, her previously straight posture had slumped, and her body tensed up suddenly.

Qiao Qingyu’s brows furrowed slightly. It seemed there was an irreconcilable conflict between He Juanjuan and Liu Ge,

She was somewhat headache-ridden. What’s wrong with this girl? Is she determined to alienate everyone in this house?

"Did... did you see Liu Ge?" He Juanjuan eventually asked.

"Yes, she even visited my home. She wanted to take Rongrong with her, but Rongrong didn’t go with her."

She then continued, "Rongrong is a sensible and independent child. She has her own ideas, and as long as they’re sound, both your second brother and I listen to her."

"...Did Liu Ge... Has she gone back to her country?"

"I’m not sure about that."

He Juanjuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Qiao Qingyu curled the corner of her mouth. For Rongrong, both these people were part of her less than pleasant memories.

"What did you want to talk to me about? If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going downstairs."

"I do have something. I just want you to tell Rongrong that I’ll never treat her like that again. I know I am not a good aunt, and it doesn’t matter whether she hates me or not, but her grandmother loves her too. After learning what I did, she gave me a beating."

Qiao Qingyu remained silent, watching He Juanjuan without a word.

He Juanjuan continued, "Your second brother said so much to me, every word cutting like a knife. I honestly don’t know what to do, but after all, the child just calls me aunt in words; in her heart, she won’t think of me as family."

"So what do you want?" Qiao Qingyu asked flatly, "As far as I know, you and Rongrong have always had a bad relationship. Is it because of Rongrong’s mother?"

"Yes, that woman. She is so hateful, so vile. The way I am now, sometimes having nightmares at night, it’s all her fault."

"Even if it is her fault, Rongrong is just a young child. How can you treat her like that, does your conscience not hurt?"

Qiao Qingyu asked frankly.

He Juanjuan bit her lip and frowned at Qiao Qingyu. Normally, she would have retorted with harsh words, but today, she truly didn’t dare.

Indeed, she felt very guilty.