Chapter 282: Chapter 282

When the old lady spoke about her youngest son, her face lit up like a blooming flower: "He said that while traveling recently, the little rascal got himself a girlfriend! He says he’s bringing her back this time for us to meet!

He told me she’s not only pretty but also has a great personality! Well, as long as it’s not some foreign woman, I don’t really care about her family background. As long as they’re happy together, that’s what matters most!"

The old lady had always worried that one day her son might bring home a foreign daughter-in-law. Now, she was finally at ease.

"Right!" Yin Qi’s eyes flickered with an undefined emotion. What use was family background anyway? Her own background wasn’t bad, yet Han Mingzhe still shared a bed with that slut Qian Rouxuan, didn’t he? The source of thɪs content is N0velFire.ɴet

Thinking about how Qian Rouxuan might be with Han Mingzhe at this very moment, Yin Qi could sit still no longer. She found an excuse, dressed herself up gorgeously, and went out.

She was going to settle the score with that slut Qian Rouxuan!

At this moment, Qian Rouxuan had just arrived at her mother’s house. She had stayed too late at the bar the previous night, so she had only gotten up at noon. Realizing John might be anxious, she drove over to pick him up.

John excitedly ran toward his mom as she arrived to get him, lifting his head, "Mommy! I missed you so much!"

Qian Rouxuan crouched down to kiss his cheek, "Mommy missed you too! Tell me, have you been behaving and listening to Grandma these past two days?"

"I’ve been so good! You don’t believe me? Ask Grandma!" He turned around, ready to have his grandma back him up.

Mrs. Qian smiled reluctantly, rare for her, and chimed in: "That’s right! John has really grown up now, much more sensible than before!"

Seeing her daughter picking up John’s suitcase about to leave, Mrs. Qian quickly took a few steps forward, her face plastered with a somewhat awkward smile, "Daughter, what’s the rush? Your brother and sister-in-law will be back from work soon. They were talking just yesterday about how they wanted to sit down, have a proper meal with you, and catch up.

This morning, I even took John to the market to buy fresh ingredients. If you two just leave now, who’s going to eat all this food?"

Qian Rouxuan glanced at her mother with a knowing expression. Coming from a family where nothing happened without motive, this sudden hospitality felt like the sun rising from the west. She was secretly sneering. No doubt, this was once again about money, just with a less direct excuse this time.

"Mom, I already have plans today. Maybe another day! As for the food, just put it in the fridge; what’s the big deal? Isn’t my brother and his wife around? They can eat it! Come on, John, let’s go!"

John had already packed his little schoolbag and was just waiting for his mommy to say the word. Spending the last two days at Grandma’s house had been a stark contrast to staying at his other Grandma’s house—like hell versus heaven.

The clothes, food, and everything else didn’t even come close in comparison. And, most frustratingly, at his other Grandma’s house, he could eat any good food he wanted and was always given first pick.

At his Grandma Qian’s house? Forget it. Even though Mommy had given them money, most of the delicious treats they bought ended up in Uncle and Auntie’s mouths instead.

Mrs. Qian grabbed John’s little hand and tapped his forehead lightly. "John, you little ingrate. How come you can’t wait to leave the moment your mommy shows up? Don’t tell me you’re looking down on us here, thinking your other Grandma’s house is better?"

"Let me tell you, you’re too young to be snobbish and favor the rich over the poor. That’s not right, understand?

Even if you stay at your other Grandma’s place in the future, you must still remember your Grandma Qian, your Uncle, and Auntie. When you grow up, you must take care of us too. Your Uncle doesn’t have children, so you will be his child in the future—got it?"

Mrs. Qian knew perfectly well she couldn’t control her daughter. Occasionally scraping a bit of money off her was her limit. But this child? She could instill these ideas young—why wouldn’t he listen when he was older?

Besides, no matter how prominent the child’s father’s family was, John couldn’t forget his roots. This was his Grandma Qian’s family too.

Who knows, maybe one day they might end up relying on this child. He could care for his Uncle in his old age. Otherwise, what would they do when her son got old with no offspring?

John leaned back slightly, avoiding the tiny spit droplets spraying out as Grandma Qian spoke. He found it utterly gross. Plus, Grandma Qian didn’t like to brush her teeth; her breath reeked. It made him feel miserable.

As for what Grandma Qian said, even though he was young, he could somewhat understand. When he grew up, he’d be filial to Mommy, Grandpa, and Grandma. As for Grandma Qian’s family? Forget it, they hadn’t treated him well at all.

Hearing her mother’s endless rambling, Qian Rouxuan felt a surge of impatience. It didn’t matter what would happen to John in the future, but even if he formally acknowledged his lineage, he wouldn’t have any responsibilities toward her brother, right?

Besides, if her mother and brother truly cared for the child, wouldn’t John remember their kindness when he grew up?

Noticing her son enduring with a barely concealed grimace, she quickly pulled him behind her, her expression hardening as she looked at her mother. "Mom, what’s the point of saying all this to a child? He’s still young. He can’t possibly understand!"

Mrs. Qian curled her lips. "How can he not understand? You’re just saying you’re the one who doesn’t want to hear it. Let me tell you, I have my pension; I don’t need to rely on you.

But, your brother—he’s your real brother, isn’t he? If the day ever comes, you absolutely can’t turn your back on him. If you do, you’ll be breaking your conscience!"

Don’t think she didn’t know. How could a mother not understand what type of person her daughter was?

She still remembered how, back when her daughter was dating, there were two men who would escort her home. She couldn’t control her daughter no matter what she said; it was useless. The girl simply wouldn’t listen—what could you do?

If she’d listened to her back then and just stuck with one guy, wouldn’t things have turned out better?

When Qian Rouxuan came back, she had said the man’s family didn’t approve, so they’d given her money to leave the country. But who knows what the truth was? Maybe she’d been exposed?

So over the years, Mrs. Qian had never held back when asking for money or things. She firmly believed her daughter had an easy source of income, unlike her son, who toiled away and lived paycheck to paycheck.

Qian Rouxuan really couldn’t maintain this conversation any longer. It had been the same thing every time they met over the years—she was utterly annoyed at this point.

"Mom, who knows how things will turn out in the future? I’ve got things to do; I’m taking John and leaving now, okay?"

Mrs. Qian didn’t dare truly anger Qian Rouxuan. Her daughter was her family’s golden goose now. What else could she do having no money of her own?

"Alright, alright, go on, then. But remember, no matter what, you must come back in a few days.

You tell me: since you’ve come back this time, when have you set aside proper time to sit down and chat with your brother and sister-in-law? If you don’t get along with your own family, how can you expect outsiders to have your back when it matters?"

Mrs. Qian unzipped John’s schoolbag and grabbed some peaches off the coffee table to stuff inside. "John, Grandma doesn’t have much for you to eat here. Take these peaches, okay? Just don’t be like your mom, looking down on them!"

John forced a smile, nodding obediently. In his crisp voice, he said, "Thank you, Grandma!" (To be continued. If you enjoyed this story, please visit Qidian.com to vote with recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)