My Beloved Super Fierce Wife-Chapter 118: Greetings, though late, will surely arrive

She thought to herself, if only she had kept calm, even if she had taken out a dollar and asked one of the uncles or aunties present to call the police, she wouldn’t have ended up in such a passive situation.

So, when she heard Lin Tang’s words, she was deeply touched.

The two exchanged a few words before Qin Suqing took the moisturizing cream and went home.

Upon arriving, she immediately washed her face.

Even her favorite Yashuang was cast aside, as she went straight for the moisturizing cream gifted by Lin Tang.

After applying it, whether it was an illusion or not, Qin Suqing felt her face looked a lot brighter.

Just then, Feng Hui came back.

"Qingqing, aren’t you leaving tomorrow? Have you packed your things?" she asked with concern.

"Not yet, I’ll pack in a bit."

Qin Suqing came out of her room and stood beside Feng Hui, looking at her with delight.

"Mom, do you notice anything different about me?"

Feng Hui was thoroughly confused.

She scrutinized her daughter thoroughly, from top to bottom.

"Did you wash your face?" As she spoke, she reached out and touched Qin Suqing’s face.

Her expression suddenly became indescribable.

After a moment’s hesitation, Feng Hui furrowed her brows and said, "... Qingqing, have you been too hasty usually and not washed your face thoroughly?"

How come your face has suddenly become much fairer?

Qin Suqing was choked up, "..."

Before she could retort, Qin Minsheng came back.

"What’s this about not washing your face thoroughly?" he asked curiously.

Feng Hui, thinking that her daughter was all grown up and needed to save face, said, "It’s nothing, just a casual chat."

Seeing that his wife did not wish to elaborate, Qin Minsheng smiled and did not press the issue.

"Qingqing, have you packed your things?"

Qin Suqing was still in a daze from the hit to her ego by her own mother when she heard her father speak.

Anxiously, she asked, "Dad, have I been not washing my face thoroughly?"

As a man himself, how could Qin Minsheng possibly know.

However, as a good father, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything that would hurt his dear daughter.

"How can it not be clean? It’s very clean, look at this fair little face. Who said you didn’t wash it thoroughly? They must have bad eyesight..."

Qin Suqing glanced at Feng Hui nearby and said, "My mom said it."

The criticism that was on the tip of Qin Minsheng’s tongue was abruptly stopped, and he immediately smoothed things over.

"... Ahem, your mother was just talking casually." He added, quite awkwardly.

Qin Suqing covered her mouth to stifle a laugh and slid back to her room.

Feng Hui gave Qin Minsheng a cool glance and went to cook dinner.

Qin Minsheng twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling he was in quite a predicament.

-

Days passed by quietly for the next two days.

That afternoon, in the home of the elderly couple with the surname Jiang.

"What? You sold the courtyard for 180 dollars?" The middle-aged man’s voice rose slightly.

His tone was one of incredulity.

Old Lady Jiang patted her son’s shoulder and gave him a stern glance.

"Keep your voice down, Tangtang will be back soon."

If the young lady heard it, she might feel uncomfortable.

Old Master Jiang’s face turned stern, and he said coldly:

"Is there a problem? The courtyard is your mother’s and mine; we can sell it to whoever we want.

dollars isn’t a small amount, and besides, there’s a hundred kilos of grain too.

I’ll give you the money; you go and try to buy a hundred kilos of grain, see if you can!"

What’s valuable now isn’t money, it’s food.

Take a turn at the black market and ask around, you’ll find out.

Grain is scarce, with prices changing daily.

The middle-aged man, after getting an earful from his parents, blushed with embarrassment and felt aggrieved inside.

He hadn’t said anything offensive.

After a few years of not seeing him, shouldn’t they be overjoyed to see him? Why did his parents seem disgusted with him?

"I didn’t know about the grain..." The man tried to explain.

Old Master Jiang snapped back at him, "You blather on without knowing, is that how I taught you?"

Man: "..."

He was starting to feel it wasn’t the right time to have come.

His father didn’t seem very stable emotionally.

Seeing her son berated to the point of hanging his head, Old Lady Jiang quickly intervened to make peace.

"Everybody stop talking, it’s not easy to get together, why is everyone acting like fighting cocks?"

Why are the father and son quarreling as if they are sworn enemies as soon as they meet?

Old Master Jiang, feeling indignant, snorted and said, "It’s all because this stinky boy spoke out of line."

If Tangtang heard him, wouldn’t she think badly of their family’s character?

Old Lady Jiang also knew her son was at fault.

The old woman tugged at her son’s arm and quietly reminded him.

"Won’t you say something nice to your father? You are of age now; you shouldn’t be so impulsive.

When you speak or act, you should at least try to understand the whole situation, right?

Speak less, observe more. Haven’t your father and I taught you that since you were young?

Why haven’t you learned it yet? It’s no wonder your father scolds you; you haven’t changed one bit."

The man had come from the Provincial City.

There’s even less grain available there than here.

Not to mention a hundred kilos of grain, even ten kilos could fetch an astronomical price.

Hearing the old man mention not only 180 dollars but also a hundred kilos of grain, he knew he couldn’t avoid a lecture.

Sure enough, his father’s reprimands, though late, were sure to come.

With Old Lady Jiang giving him a ladder to climb down, the man quickly took the opportunity to apologize.

"Dad, I was impulsive. I shouldn’t have spoken without understanding the situation. It was my fault."

He was also concerned that his elderly parents might have been tricked.

After all, he was their son, and Old Master Jiang wasn’t truly angry with him.

He continued smoothly, "How have you arranged things? When are we leaving?"

Since the house had been sold, they could delay a day or two, but any longer would be undesirable.

The man had everything planned and replied, "I’ve booked the tickets, we’ll take the morning train."

Old Master Jiang, seeing his son had everything under control, nodded in approval.

Then he looked towards Old Lady Jiang and said:

"Old woman, go and tell Tangtang, say that we’re leaving tomorrow morning."

Old Lady Jiang felt an indescribable feeling in her heart as she looked around the room.

"Hmm, I’ll go in a bit."

At eight o’clock in the evening.

Old Lady Jiang knocked on Lin Tang’s door.

"... Tangtang, are you asleep? I have something to tell you."

Lin Tang was sitting up in bed reading.

Hearing the noise, she quickly got down and opened the door.

"Granny Jiang, I haven’t slept yet. Please come in and talk."

It was the first time Old Lady Jiang had come into the room since she had rented it out.

She saw that a floral tablecloth had been spread on the table by the window, where a stack of books was placed.

A washstand was positioned near the door with a basin on it and a towel hanging beside it.

Next to the bed was a wall covered with light green paper.

At the foot of the bed there was a wardrobe.

Next to the bed was a cabinet of the same height as the bed, and on top of the cabinet was an Enamel Jar.

On the other side of the cabinet, on the floor, was a hot water flask.

Old Lady Jiang looked at the room that had become completely unfamiliar, and suddenly laughed.

"You’ve arranged this room really well."

Lin Tang brought out a stool for Old Lady Jiang to sit on.