Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute-Chapter 32 - Zhou Siyus Scheming

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Zhou Siyu’s Scheming

Chapter 32 -32: Zhou Siyu’s Scheming

Shen Jianhua’s face darkened, “Siyu, did you sell all of Mianmian’s books?”

He was feudal-minded and always favored obedient and well-mannered children. Secretly selling things from home, in his eyes, was almost the same as stealing, which was unacceptable.

“I…”

Knowing Shen Jianhua’s temper well, Zhou Siyu was so flustered that she didn’t know how to respond.

This is bad, Uncle is definitely going to be angry this time.

But she couldn’t argue because the books were indeed gone.

“Why are you asking Siyu?” Seeing that Zhou Siyu was nearly in tears, Zhou Lanfang quickly took over the conversation, “I sold the books.”

In fact, after Zhou Siyu had spent all the money, Lanfang found out about it. She didn’t blame her but secretly gave her another two dimes to spend.

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What’s wrong with selling junk for a few coins?

Which kid doesn’t like snacks?

She had no children of her own and, in her eyes, Zhou Siyu was just like her own daughter. She reserved all her maternal love for Zhou Siyu.

Siyu was a child who knew gratitude. In the future, she would surely treat her well, showing those who mocked her for being childless that even though she couldn’t have children, she could still live a good life through her niece.

Look down on her? In the future, it’s uncertain who will be looking down on whom.

“She’s already in the ninth grade now. What’s the use of keeping those old books? The house is only this big, where can we put them?” Zhou Lanfang felt there was nothing wrong with selling the books.

“You…”

Shen Jianhua was furious.

The books had already been sold, and Shen Mianmian had already borrowed some from others. There was no point in arguing about it any longer.

He sighed heavily, “From now on, you’re not allowed to sell Mianmian’s books again.”

Zhou Lanfang snorted coldly and glared fiercely at Shen Mianmian before going to the kitchen to cook.

Shen Mianmian returned to her room with her books. Zhou Siyu, feeling guilty, didn’t dare stay in Shen Jianhua’s presence for long and quickly retreated to her own room.

After putting away her books, Shen Mianmian started her homework. Looking at the books with He Nan’s name on them, Zhou Siyu felt as if her heart were being scratched by a cat’s paws.

She really couldn’t understand how Shen Mianmian got involved with He Nan.

It was said that rich people in the city liked to be philanthropic, feeling pity for villagers and providing them with material aid. It seemed to be true.

Shen Mianmian was thin and short, not cute at all. He Nan was so generous to her, but what if it were her? Would he be even more generous?

A calculating glint appeared in Zhou Siyu’s eyes, and she then ingratiatingly placed her completed homework in front of Shen Mianmian.

“Sis, you won’t know how to do these problems, right? Copy mine. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Uncle and Aunt, nor will I tell the teacher.”

A weasel paying a visit to a chicken for a New Year’s greeting?

“Take it away, I won’t copy it,” Shen Mianmian knew Zhou Siyu was jealous of He Nan’s kindness towards her and wanted to use her to get close to He Nan.

Putting on airs? She would just not copy it. She didn’t need to curry favor.

When she couldn’t do it later, she would still have to come to her for help. She would just wait and see.

Twenty minutes later, as the homework was nearly complete, Shen Mianmian still hadn’t asked her for help, and the books were covered so tightly that Siyu couldn’t see what Shen Mianmian was writing. She started to grow restless.

“The teacher just praised you today. If you get it wrong again, you’ll be criticized tomorrow,” Zhou Siyu said while trying to peek at Shen Mianmian’s notebook.

“Just mind your own business.”

With the last word done, Shen Mianmian packed up her books and hung her schoolbag on the wall without letting Zhou Siyu catch a glimpse of any word.

She was a bit angry now, “All my good intentions taken for donkey’s lungs and liver.”