I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 862: Treat others the way they treat you

Chapter 862: Chapter 862: Treat others the way they treat you

Fan Huang turned to Chen Lijun and asked,

"What did you put Suizi up to?"

His phone was about to explode.

Secretary Meng Jun was incessantly bothering him.

It was all Chen Lijun’s relatives who had been calling.

Suizi seemed to have given the Chen family a hard time, and as the Chen family didn’t dare disturb the pregnant matriarch, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and call Fan Huang’s secretary.

Relatives on the Fan Family’s side had been straightened out by Yu Jingting, and ever since Yu Jingting and his wife joined forces to banish Mother Fan from Beijing, no one in the Fan Family dared to offend this household.

Now that Chen Lijun’s maternal relatives had turned to Fan Huang, his first thought was that, with the son-in-law not in Beijing, the "obedient and gentle" daughter surely wouldn’t resort to any tricks, so it must have been Chen Lijun who instigated Suizi.

"Would I dare to offend that little grudge-holder?" Chen Lijun put on an innocent face, as Fan Huang narrowed his eyes.

Under the imposing aura of Elder Fan Comrade, Chen Lijun admitted defeat and cleared her throat.

"I only asked her to attend a relative’s wedding, who knew what kind of ruckus that little grudge-holder would stir up?"

The truth was, Chen Lijun recently heard her natal family members saying that she was like an old clam birthing pearls, and what was more outrageous was someone even suggested that the child she was carrying wasn’t Elder Fan’s.

They said she was unscrupulous in her methods for the sake of ascending the social ladder.

On ordinary days, the pregnant matriarch was too busy with work and couldn’t be bothered with these sour comments.

But now that she was taking care of her pregnancy with nothing else to do, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Elder Fan Comrade was so busy, working during the day, and busy with procreation at night, toiling tirelessly, a diligent and earnest good comrade, yet how had he gained the reputation of a cuckold king?

"How can you refer to your daughter like that? Calling her a ’grudge-holder’ all the time, it’s so unpleasant."

"Just stay at your in-laws’ for a while, and you’ll understand. Anyway, I just told her that lately my natal family has been pretty idle, idle enough to gossip a lot; the rest was all the young lady’s own initiative."

Unable to resist his curiosity, Fan Huang strolled over to see Suizi.

Upon entering the courtyard, he was hit with a terrifying smell of herbal medicine.

Suizi was wrapped in a headscarf, grinding away with a small roller.

Siye, on the other hand, was hunched over, planing wood with a white towel draped over himself, both occupying a corner of the courtyard, each doing their own thing, making the scene seem a bit eerie.

"What are you all doing?" Fan Huang almost thought he had entered a black workshop.

"Making some health tea bags. I was just about to send some to you and my mom in a bit." Suizi didn’t even look up.

Little Luobo, who was playing nearby, immediately looked up and silently mouthed a warning to his grandpa: Don’t drink it!

Mom had recently been cooking some very strange meals.

For instance, she made stir-fried watermelon at noon, and last night she got up in the middle of the night to make green pepper fried with "cat’s ears" (a type of pasta).

Though the taste wasn’t bad, this kind of innovation still shocked the whole family.

Wang Cuihua now trembled at the thought of her daughter-in-law entering the kitchen.

"It’s a recipe I asked for from Du Zhong, the taste isn’t very pleasant, but it’s extremely beneficial for the body; it’s most suitable for Dad, who does high-intensity mental work."

"Uh, this—" Elder Fan really wanted to say, my dear daughter, you’ve worked hard, no need to go to such lengths next time.

But seeing Suizi’s harmless and gentle smile, Fan Huang decisively swallowed his words.

Comrade Xiaochen was right; something was indeed off with his maiden. She looked fine, smiling so softly, but there was an inexplicable eeriness about her...

Taking advantage of Suizi being busy with her dark culinary arts, Wang Cuihua quietly pulled Fan Huang aside to whisper a secret.

"In-law, do you think our Suizi has been bewitched by something? Just now she was squatting in the kitchen, scraping the floor cracks, nearly scared our little housemaid to tears."

The housemaid almost thought Suizi was doing it to criticize her cleaning, suspecting she hadn’t cleaned thoroughly enough, and it took Wang Cuihua a while to console her.

"It’s probably not that serious; she might just be under a lot of pressure from school. I’ll have a chat with her," Fan Huang still believed he had the ability to control the situation.

That is until he actually spoke with Suizi.

"Suizi, were there any interesting things that happened at the wedding banquet yesterday?" Fan Huang asked gingerly.

"It was alright," Suizi said, grabbing a handful of unidentified medicinal herbs and throwing them into the mincing trough, continuing to crush them, "I just commented on Fourth Cousin’s weight."

Fourth Cousin weighed 160 taels; she had the sharpest tongue and had spread quite a few rumors about Chen Lijun.

It was said that she had been trying to diet recently and even fainted from hunger and ended up in the hospital.

Suizi warmly grasped her hand upon meeting and affectionately expressed concern, saying she looked really spry lately.

Just as Fourth Cousin was feeling pleased, Suizi added, "The weight loss is going well, huh? Now you only look about 180 taels."

Fourth Cousin got so angry she turned around and left, with Suizi following behind her, fists clenched, shouting encouragement, "You can definitely get down to 170 taels!"

Fourth Cousin lost her composure and screamed that she was actually just 158 taels, attracting the gaze of half the restaurant. Humiliated, Fourth Cousin covered her face and ran out.

Today, Fourth Cousin’s mother called to complain that her daughter was so upset by Suizi’s taunts she was on the brink of hysteria and insisted that Fan Huang’s secretary help find her a suitable bachelor for a blind date, driving the secretary near hysteria as well, with her 150 cm height and 160-tael weight, what bachelor would be a good match?

After hearing Suizi’s story, Fan Huang was just met with question marks. Using words to belittle people, wasn’t this... a move straight out of Yu Tiegen’s playbook?

"She’s got a glass heart but a mouth as tough as iron. She never considered my mother’s feelings when she spoke of her. So why should I go out of my way for her?"

"She spoke ill of your mother?" Fan Huang narrowed his eyes.

Suizi scoffed, "Not just spoke ill, she’s said plenty."

Fan Huang suddenly felt his daughter had done well.

Fourth Cousin was just an appetizer. Suizi proceeded to deal with Third Uncle, Fourth Aunt’s husband, and Uncle Five and Aunt Six in the time that followed.

Dealing with these people was not as simple as just hurling insults.

Before she went, Suizi had dug up dirt on all of them: Third Uncle had embezzled public funds, Fourth Aunt’s husband had an inappropriately close relationship with a female subordinate at work, Uncle Five had faked academic credentials to get a promotion, and Aunt Six wrapped dumplings for the family without washing her hands after picking her feet, even smelling the skin she had peeled off...

Fan Huang was initially listening seriously, but he couldn’t help but crack up in the end.

"How did you know she didn’t wash her hands after picking her feet?"

"I made it up," Suizi explained flatly. "With so much zeal, who needs evidence? If I can’t find a weakness, I’ll create one. After all, that’s the tactic they used when they maligned my mom."

When Suizi was mocking the others, the Chen Family relatives could still take pleasure in the spectacle.

But when it came to Aunt Six picking her feet, the whole family revolted.

Everyone had eaten those dumplings!

Aunt Six was livid, yet she couldn’t clear her name.

"Dad, do we have any events that need my presence? I’ve got quite a bit of time on my hands lately."

"Well, not at the moment—Suizi, when is Jingting coming back?"

Fan Huang was intimidated by his daughter’s gentle but deadly demeanor.

Other women might silently shed tears as wronged wives, but his daughter made others cry as a wronged wife.

"Another day and a half," Suizi was counting the minutes.