Zhao Jiujiu then unbuckled her seatbelt, ignoring her father, got out of the car, and headed straight home. "Where's Qiuqiu?"
Daiying sat on the sofa in the living room reading a magazine. "She's sleeping upstairs right now."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiujiu walked straight towards the stairs.
Daiying quickly stopped her, "She had a terrible stomachache earlier and finally fell asleep, so please let her rest first."
Zhao Jiujiu coldly questioned her, "Why didn't you go to the hospital when the pain was so bad?"
"I've examined her, and there's nothing seriously wrong. She's just a little shaken up, and she'll be fine after some rest."
"Ha!" Zhao Jiujiu sneered, "Do you really think you're some kind of miracle doctor? Qiuqiu is carrying four babies, do you think this is a small matter?"
Daiying didn't argue with her. "I care about Qiuqiu's baby even more than you do, so I won't let my guard down."
"You care about the baby in Qiuqiu's belly, but I care about Qiuqiu's safety. Daiying, we are still different."
Dai Ying was speechless for a moment before saying, "I care about Wu Qiu too."
Zhao Jiujiu glanced at her, said nothing, asked Su Yunzhi a few questions, and then stormed out.
Su Yunzhi quickly urged Mr. Shen to follow along, afraid that he would still try to be a good guy. She also complained a few times: "Whether you care about the money from the reservoir or not, I don't care. But today, when you and your sister came to our door, they were cursing and throwing things. Let me tell you, I can't stand it."
"Alright, I understand." Mr. Shen took a sip of tea and hurried out to chase after Zhao Jiujiu.
Just as Zhao Jiujiu stepped out of the iron gate of the courtyard, Shen Wujun got out of the taxi. Seeing her dark face, he was puzzled, but still politely stepped forward to greet her: "Auntie."
Zhao Jiujiu nodded at him, but didn't say anything else.
She was the type of person who hated everything associated with the house; she had some dissatisfaction with the sarcastic Su Yunzhi, and consequently, she wasn't very enthusiastic about this adopted nephew as well.
Shen Wujun didn't take her indifference to heart. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father hurrying up and called out to him, "Dad."
When Mr. Shen saw him, he didn't show any extra emotion. "You're back?"
"Yes. The company only gives one day off. I wasn't planning on coming back, but I didn't have anything else to do, so I thought I'd come back and see you all. I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning," Shen Wujun explained. Seeing that he looked rushed, he asked, "Where are you going?"
“Your aunt and cousin had a fight at your house today, which caused your sister to have a miscarriage. Your aunt is going to their house to demand an explanation.”
Shen Wujun's expression immediately changed, and he threw his backpack into the courtyard gate. "Are you bullying us because we have no one to help us?"
Zhao Jiujiu, who was walking ahead, stopped when she heard his angry words and turned to look at him. "Your uncle's good children, the son swindled your father out of money for fish fry and kept a mistress outside. Now that the truth has come out, the house is in chaos, and he blames your sister. Today, while your father was not at home, his good daughter came directly to the door and cursed and threw things at your sister."
"Fuck your mother. Is my sister alright?"
In Shen Wujun's view, his sister had suffered a tremendous injustice.
Zhao Jiujiu didn't expect that this adopted nephew would actually be so protective of his own niece. She had been hating the house because of the crow, but now she was starting to love the crow because of the house, and her words became a bit warmer: "She said she had a stomachache for a while, but she's asleep now."
This was intolerable. Shen Wujun took a long stride and, too lazy to even go home, went straight to Shen Xianghua's house.
Mr. Shen called out to him from behind, "Alright, your aunt and I will talk to you about this. You don't need to get involved."
"They've even bullied my sister at home, and I'm not going to do anything about it?" Shen Wujun was furious and dared to challenge his father. "My sister and I have been jealous of my sister since we were little. I've disliked her for a long time."
"What do you mean by 'younger sister'? You're a few years younger than her."
"I didn't call her an idiot, I'm already being very polite to her," Shen Wujun said angrily. "Don't think that just because I'm not home, this bitch thinks my sister is easy to bully."
Zhao Jiujiu listened to his grumbling and found it both amusing and somewhat gratifying, but she also felt it was inappropriate for a young man who had just graduated from university to get involved in these family matters, so she offered her advice from the sidelines:
“You’re a junior, and a boy, so don’t worry about this. Your dad and I will go over there and get an explanation first. Otherwise, you might ruin your reputation and never be able to find a wife.”
Shen Wujun ignored all advice and kept walking forward in silence.
Neither of them could dissuade him, so they had no choice but to go along with it.
Before long, the group arrived at Shen Xianghua's house.
At that moment, Shen Xianghua was sitting at the door smoking. When he saw them coming, he was a little surprised and quickly put out his cigarette and stood up: "Big brother, Aunt Wuqiu, what brings you here? Please come in and sit down."
Zhao Jiujiu stood in the courtyard without moving, then tugged at Shen Wujun, signaling him not to speak yet.
“No need to trouble yourself.” Mr. Shen waved his hand, not as easy to talk to as usual. “I just came to ask for an explanation.”
Upon hearing his tone, Shen Xianghua felt uneasy. "Brother, just say what you have to say."
“Yunzhi said that you returned the holiday gifts she brought to you today. If you don’t want the gifts, you don’t have to. What’s the meaning of you and your sister coming to Wuqiu’s house and yelling at her and throwing things? Qiuqiu has been away for many years and hasn’t come back for several months now. She hasn’t seen anyone. She shouldn’t have offended her.”
"When did this happen?" Shen Xianghua was both shocked and furious. He had no idea about it. When Yang Shuitao and Shen Zhihe went to Shen's father's house, he was just forcing Shen Zhipeng to go to Li Chanchan's parents' house to apologize and admit his mistake.
Zhao Jiujiu said, "Just two hours ago. If you don't believe me, you can always call someone out to ask."
"Aunt Wuqiu, please don't misunderstand, that's not what I meant, I really didn't know." As she spoke, Shen Xianghua went around to the vegetable garden behind the house and called out to Yang Shuitao, who was picking long beans, "Stop busying yourself, come out and we'll talk."
Yang Shuitao was also annoyed. She and her husband had had many disagreements lately because of Shen Zhipeng, and their relationship had become quite strained. "What?"
"Just come out when I tell you to, why all the nonsense?"
Yang Shuitao muttered to herself, but still came out. Seeing Shen's father and the others, she felt a little guilty. "Big brother, you're here! Come inside and have some tea..."
"We won't drink the tea." It's easier for women to talk to each other. Zhao Jiujiu stepped forward and spoke frankly, "I was the one who exposed your son's dirty secrets. It has nothing to do with my Qiuqiu. If you think I shouldn't have exposed these things, and you're angry, you can take it out on me."
Yang Shuitao hadn't expected her to be so blunt, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond. She stammered for a while before finally saying, "Aunt Wuqiu, what are you saying? If anyone's to blame, it's Pengzi..."
Zhao Jiujiu couldn't stand Yang Shuitao's pitiful and weak face. Now that they were talking about serious matters, she was acting like this. "I explained to Uncle Wuqiu before that I didn't intend to announce your son's affair to the world. I wanted to save face for everyone. It was your son's dishonesty that forced me to reveal his secrets."
Yang Shuitao: "We didn't mean to blame you..."
Zhao Jiujiu raised her voice and questioned, "Then what did you mean by bringing your daughter to our door, cursing at Qiuqiu, and throwing things at her?"
Yang Shuitao was intimidated by her imposing manner. "...It's a misunderstanding. Zhihe just has a foul mouth and doesn't know how to talk. As for throwing things...it wasn't aimed at Wuqiu. It was your cat that suddenly jumped out and scratched Zhihe. She threw things in a panic..."
Shen Xianghua couldn't stand it anymore, his face turning as black as charcoal: "Where is Shen Zhihe?"
Yang Shuitao: "I was scratched quite badly by the cat, so I went to the health center to see a doctor."
Shen Wujun sneered: "My cat is the smartest and most sensible. It never scratches people on its own initiative, but it is the most protective of my sister. I wonder what Zhihe did to my sister to make the cat so angry?"
Yang Shuitao: "Your sister Zhihe just has a foul mouth, she's not bad..."
Shen Xianghua roared, "Call her right now and tell her to get back here."
Yang Shuitao didn't say anything, stood there for a while, and then went inside to make a phone call.
"Brother..." Shen Xianghua's tone softened, and he seemed to age ten years in an instant, "I'm truly sorry to you..."
Thinking of the grievances his daughter had suffered, Mr. Shen lost his will to say anything nice. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Qiuqiu is pregnant now. It's one thing if people say bad things behind her back, but at least she should call her sister. To say to her face that Qiuqiu is carrying an illegitimate child, and to throw things at her even though she knows she's pregnant... Hua Zi, your daughter completely disregards Qiuqiu and me."
Shen Xianghua looked bitter and didn't know what to say. "When He Mei and her sister come back, I will definitely make her go to Wu Qiu's house to apologize."
Mr. Shen looked at him, then sighed and called Zhao Jiujiu and the others back.
Zhao Jiujiu and Shen Wujun, however, were unwilling to let it go.
Zhao Jiujiu: "Your daughter had better pray that Qiuqiu is alright, otherwise, I won't be so lenient with her."
Shen Wujun: "Uncle, Sister Zhihe knows how to stand up for her brother, and I also know how to stand up for my sister."
Shen Wujun actually wanted to say something harsher, but Shen Xianghua's attitude was too sincere. He wanted to say something more difficult, but he didn't know what to say, so he had no choice but to go back with Shen's father.
Chapter 55 is important
Shen Wuqiu slept very soundly. When she woke up, it was already evening. The room was dark and quiet, bathed in the twilight.
She didn't rush to turn on the light, but lay lazily on the bed to wake up. Her hand instinctively reached for her belly, a habit she developed during her pregnancy. Whether before going to sleep or after waking up, she would naturally touch her belly.
I touched it and felt a fluffy ball.
She then realized that a cat had been pressing against her stomach the whole time, which explained why her stomach had felt warm.
The smooth, soft fur brushed against my sensitive palm, like scratching my heart, a tingling, itchy sensation that was almost addictive.
She stroked the cat casually for a while, and the sleeping cat lazily meowed at her. Then it crawled out of the blankets, squatted on her shoulder, and lowered its head to wash her face with its little tongue.
I had just woken up, and my senses were a little sluggish.
After her entire cheek was licked wet, Shen Wuqiu finally remembered to dodge, "Stop messing around..."
Meow~~
There's still one side I haven't licked.
Shen Wuqiu patted her head reassuringly, then turned to face her. "I had a very, very long dream."
Upon hearing this, the cat immediately transformed back into human form. "What dream did you have, sister?"
Shen Wuqiu blinked at her, then subconsciously reached out and touched her lips, even though they hadn't kissed yet.
"...How did you..."
"Mother has released me from my confinement." Gu Lingyu brushed a stray hair from her face. "What did you dream about, sister?"
"I dreamt...didn't you say you could enter my dreams?"
"I can only enter my sister's dreams that involve me." Gu Lingyu was slightly disappointed. "My sister hasn't dreamed about me for a long time."
Shen Wuqiu was somewhat speechless: "...Dreams are something I can't control." After saying that, she felt that her words seemed to contain a hint of resentment, so she added: "I don't dream much anyway."
"Oh. What did you dream about today, sister?"
Facing the humanoid mother of the child, Shen Wuqiu felt somewhat uncomfortable, but she also wanted to share with the person before her. She lowered her eyes and hesitated for a moment before slowly saying:
"I dreamt about the little ones. Just like you, they love dried fish. They follow me around every day, begging for dried fish..." Thinking of those adorable little ones in her dream, her expression softened unconsciously. "The little ones are so well-behaved and cute, everyone loves them so much..."
Gu Lingyu listened, feeling a little jealous. "Everyone likes me now. Also, it must be these little brats who are up to their tricks, preventing me from entering the dream. Otherwise, since they have my essence blood, I would definitely be able to sense it."
"...Huh? You're jealous too? Besides, how old are they? How could they be so resourceful?"
"Your stomach hurts today, it's all their fault." Gu Lingyu pouted, then knelt down next to Shen Wuqiu's stomach and kissed her slightly protruding belly. "Does your stomach still hurt, sister?"
Stimulated by her sudden little action, Shen Wuqiu unconsciously clenched her fingers and turned her face to the side, saying, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"It's good that it doesn't hurt anymore." After saying that, Gu Lingyu said fiercely to her belly, "I will protect your mother well, so you must behave and not make a fuss. If you don't behave, I will skin you alive when you come out."
Shen Wuqiu was both amused and annoyed. She sat up, supporting her belly with one hand and propping herself up on the bed with the other, and turned on the bedside lamp. "What nonsense are you spouting? You're not acting like a mother at all."
“I’m not talking nonsense. When I was little, my mother would discipline me like this if I was a little disobedient.”
This is a tradition that has been passed down through generations.
"...So you're using the same words your mother used to scare you to scare my child?"
“My mother wasn’t trying to scare me. When I was fighting with my brothers, all I did was grab a thread from her skirt. My mother shaved off all my hair. At that time, I couldn’t transform into human form yet. It was winter, and if my sister-in-law hadn’t made me a set of clothes, I wouldn’t have been able to go out. So, I wasn’t trying to scare them.”