My Happy Daily Life After Being Reborn-Chapter 47 - 29 Xiao Mei’s Confession_2

47: Chapter 29 Xiao Mei’s Confession_2

47 -29 Xiao Mei’s Confession_2

Despite being aware that Luo Aidang had been seeing other women behind their backs, she still felt an unwillingness to let go, but now her feelings towards him were filled with nothing but hatred!

The farmer and the snake.

It’s just like that.

Mr.

Jiang was panting heavily against his chest, and after a long while, he spoke with determination, “We’ll have to listen to Xiao Guai.

Luo Aidang can’t stay at home anymore.”

“Uncle Jiang, I think that, compared to Luo Aidang, Jiang Dameng actually treats Xiao Mei better.” Hesitating, Lin Xiaoguai softly reminded him.

She had heard from Xiao Mei that Uncle Jiang and his elder brother, namely Jiang Dameng’s father, didn’t get along well.

The exact reason was unknown, but it seemed to be related to the favoritism shown by her grandparents.

Although the two families didn’t interact, she never heard of any quarrels between them.

Perhaps because of this, Uncle Jiang felt that aside from them, Xiao Mei had no one else to rely on, which is why it was so difficult for him to let go of Luo Aidang, the last straw.

But the bond of blood proved to be a miraculous existence.

The attitude of Jiang Dameng towards Xiao Mei was a clear reflection of his father’s attitude towards Uncle Jiang.

Mr.

Jiang was taken aback upon hearing this, then he nodded thoughtfully.

Having said all that needed to be said, and having given all necessary reminders, Lin Xiaoguai then followed Jiang Xiaomei to pick peaches.

“Xiao Guai, am I somewhat useless?” As they crouched under the peach tree to wash the peaches, Jiang Xiaomei spoke with a tinge of dejection, “Despite everything Aidang has done to me, I still didn’t have any wariness against him.”

“You really need to change, Xiao Mei.

Not everyone in this world is a good person.

Only trust your father, mother, and me without hesitation.

Everyone knows that uncle and aunt have made a lot of money.

They only have you as their daughter, so there will definitely be many with ill intentions trying to get close to you.” Lin Xiaoguai offered no comfort but took the opportunity to impart advice: “You only know that Luo Aidang is trying to harm you, but do you know why?”

“To steal from my dad and mom?”

“Yes and no,” Lin Xiaoguai explained.

“Think about it, if you were gone, wouldn’t Uncle Jiang take Luo Aidang as an adopted son?”

Seeing Jiang Xiaomei nod, she continued, “Being an adopted son and being a son-in-law are two different things.

Especially without you, all of your family’s wealth and your parents would then belong to him alone.”

What she didn’t say was that a young Luo Aidang might not have had designs on the Jiang family’s wealth yet, and his actions against her were entirely driven by jealousy.

What did it matter if Xiao Mei misunderstood?

Given the current situation, the more she hated Luo Aidang, the better it was in Lin Xiaoguai’s view.

After washing the picked peaches clean, the two of them leisurely strolled back with their bounty.

“Back already,” Mrs.

Jiang handed them a damp cloth, “Quick, wipe the sweat off your faces.

Don’t let it sit.”

“Thank you, auntie.” Lin Xiaoguai took it and wiped her face and hands thoroughly.

After Mrs.

Jiang finished tidying up the chicken coop and washed her hands, she sat down.

“Xiao Guai, you’re five or six months along now, right?

Will the baby be born in winter?” she inquired, looking at Lin Xiaoguai’s belly.

Lin Xiaoguai nodded, “Exactly five months.

The baby’s birthday should be just before New Year’s Day.”

“That’s not a good time; washing diapers will be hard.

It’s better to give birth in summer.

Just scrub the diapers in water, and a few hours in the sun will dry them out,” Mrs.

Jiang frowned as she spoke.

Yet Lin Xiaoguai thought differently; having the confinement period during the hot summer, without air conditioning, would surely be suffering.

“I’ll have to raise more hens.

They’ll be good for you to eat when you’re in confinement,” Mrs.

Jiang pondered, then addressed Mr.

Jiang, “I remember you used to ice fish.

Why don’t you catch some crucian carp for Xiao Guai to help with her milk production? fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Do you still have your gear?”

“Just need a sturdy line.

What gear?” Mr.

Jiang dismissed the idea, waving his fan nonchalantly.

“No need to trouble uncle.

Shen Chi knows how too; let him go,” Lin Xiaoguai really had no idea if Shen Chi knew how to ice fish, but given the hardship and danger, not to mention Uncle Jiang’s health, she couldn’t trust him to go.

But she didn’t feel the same concern for Shen Chi.

“Really?” Mr.

Jiang, however, had a different focus, “Your man has this skill?

Not bad at all.

We’ll go together when the time comes.”

Speechless, Lin Xiaoguai thought that having Shen Chi there might actually be reassuring, so she nodded in agreement.

“Does Xiao Guai still plan on going to university?” Mr.

Jiang pushed a peach towards her and asked.

They had always regarded Xiao Guai in a special light because she was willing to befriend their daughter and was genuinely kind to her.

Not only did they treat her differently, almost as if she were another daughter, but she was certainly regarded more highly than the children from Xiao Mei’s uncles and aunts.

“I do.

I was planning to retake the exams, but Shen Chi helped me with the leave of absence.

I’ll continue once the child can be put in nursery school.” She remembered that back in Shanghai at that time, there was a highly reputable early education nursery school, supposedly run by a returned overseas Chinese woman.

Presumably, there should be something similar in the Capital.

“That’s right, you’re only sixteen years old.

You’re still young,” Mrs.

Jiang said, looking content.

She had also heard of Shen Chi from Yuanjiazhuang.

His excellence was unquestioned, and now that he was so considerate for Lin Xiaoguai, the things he’d done before didn’t seem so unforgivable anymore.

Older generations are like this; they didn’t care much about romantic love.

As long as both parties had good character and the social standing wasn’t too disparate, they could have a good life together.

Without a doubt, Shen Chi met these criteria.

Not to mention them, even Lin Xiaoguai, born in this era, had such concepts deeply etched into her being.

In her previous life, seeing younger people making life difficult for their parents over romantic issues, she herself couldn’t really stand by and watch.

“I had to change it to eighteen on the household register, otherwise I couldn’t get a marriage certificate.” Lin Xiaoguai spoke with a hint of helplessness.

No one wants to suddenly age by two years.

But Shen Chi was a person who, when scheming, ensured not a single detail was overlooked, leaving no possibility for escape.