Rebirth in the 90s: Her Counterattack and Redemption
Chapter 118 - 89 Plotting the Plan

Chapter 118: Chapter 89 Plotting the Plan

"Uncle Xiao Ye, Uncle Jiang has agreed already, how about you?" Luo Ye was cradling Little Songqiu and Dou Dou, gazing at Ye Xuan with eager eyes and a hopeful little expression.

Ye Xuan gave a wry smile: "I agree, I’m not someone who goes back on his word." Speaking of which, this girl’s personality is completely different from what Jiang Zheng described, I thought I had put her in a tough spot.

"Thank you!" Luo Ye’s eyes sparkled with excitement, she was truly happy. For the time being, the cell phone signal was still lacking; elevators, basements, and remote rural areas had no signal, but this type of civilian internal device had already successfully solved these problems.

It wasn’t a big deal for her, but the key issue was her brother. Until Liang Jing’s problem was solved, she couldn’t relax. Therefore, having such a mobile phone was crucial for her, otherwise, she wouldn’t have thickened her skin to ask Jiang Zheng and Ye Xuan.

Jiang Zheng patted Ye Xuan happily: "Xiao Ye, giving Ye’er a phone is not unjust. You are Xiao Ye, and she is Little Ye, you’re relatives after all, right? Plus, Ye’er is calling you ’Uncle Ye’, you’re making a profit."

Uh, do relatives really work that way? Is that how things should be said? Ye Xuan was speechless, he seriously doubted that Jiang Zheng’s previous introduction was a deception.

Luo Ye pondered for a moment and grandly waved her hand: "Forget it, considering you’re giving me a phone, I won’t make things difficult. I won’t call you Uncle Ye anymore, you can choose a nickname for me."

Ye Xuan replied indifferently: "It’s fine, Uncle Ye doesn’t make things difficult. I’ve already gotten used to it."

It shouldn’t be like this, it was just a phone scam, after all! Luo Ye scratched her head: "Uh... I don’t mind, but what about my brother? How should he address you?"

"Everyone in their own way. Luo Feng can just call me Ye Xuan."

Luo Feng, not understanding what was going on with the phone, kept quiet all along. But, accustomed to being united with his sister in their actions, he naturally had to speak up when it was crucial: "My sister and I always advance and retreat together. If she calls you Uncle, then I should do the same. May I ask how old you are this year?"

"I just turned 23." Ye Xuan said, glancing at Jiang Zheng, who helplessly spread his hands, indicating he was also innocent.

The two children had changed a great deal compared to half a year ago; he had always been contemplating what could have caused such rapid growth.

However, he was quite pleased with the changes in the two children. In the past, he had warned Luo Zhenggang that straying too far off course in educating children could harm them, but unfortunately, the old friend would take advice on everything except for this matter. Now it was all good, as he had one less thing to worry about.

Luo Feng looked seriously at Ye Xuan: "My 19th birthday was long ago, is it appropriate to call you uncle?"

Luo Ye made Little Songqiu face Ye Xuan and shook its two little front paws, her face full of anticipation for a spectacle.

Ye Xuan’s lips curled up into a slight smile: "Then call me Brother Ye. We can be casual, but the elders do care. I can’t be disrespectful like that."

"Is Brother Ye mixed-race?" Luo Ye brought up an old topic to diffuse the awkwardness. After all, he was a guest, and it would seem ill-mannered to continue to quarrel.

Ye Xuan nodded: "Yes, my Grandma is French."

Luo Feng sincerely complimented: "Mixed-race individuals do indeed look handsome, the girls who like Brother Ye must be countless."

"Should be." Luo Ye nodded seriously with her little head: "You can’t pick a boyfriend like Brother Ye, that would feel too insecure."

Jiang Zheng, who had been smiling and watching the show, put down his tea cup: "Ye’er, you can’t talk about Xiao Ye like that. Although there are many girls chasing Xiao Ye, his principle has always been not to give a chance to anyone he doesn’t like. So, whoever becomes Xiao Ye’s wife in the future, that’s real fortune—handsome, loyal, responsible, and capable. Tsk tsk, such a man is hard to find!"

Luo Ye grew serious: "Uncle Jiang, pardon my bluntness, but in this room, only I and Little Songqiu are female. Your words are a bit suspect, don’t let Brother Ye misunderstand."

"There won’t be any misunderstanding." Ye Xuan, who had been placid, suspiciously twitched his facial muscles. Speaking of which, are these the sort of categorizations? Could he possibly misunderstand a little Pekingese?

"Lao Jiang, what are you chatting about with the children?" Luo Zhenggang entered at just the right time.

"Just chatting. Have the guests left?" Jiang Zheng smiled and pointed to the seat next to him, signaling for Luo Zhenggang to sit.

"They’ve left." Luo Zhenggang slapped Luo Feng: "Feng’er, it’s getting late. Hurry up and go pick up Grandpa."

"I’ll go with my brother." Luo Ye quickly stood up and pulled her brother away. If her dad found out she had extorted two phones, he might cancel the deal, better make a quick escape while she could.

Jiang Zheng looked at the time: "Xiao Ye, it’s so late and unsafe. Please accompany Ye’er and Feng’er. I want to have a good chat with Zhenggang."

Luo Zhenggang quickly waved his hands: "No need, if this courtyard isn’t safe, then what kind of chaos would we be living in? Old Jiang, you really can scare people."

"The courtyard is indeed safe, but the old man is of such an advanced age, and Ye’er is just a little girl. If they stumble or get hurt, what then?"

Luo Zhenggang thought of continuing to argue but felt Jiang Zheng pinch him hard on the waist twice. Though somewhat baffled, he changed his tune: "That’s fine then, it’s just that it would trouble Ye Xuan too much."

"No trouble!" Ye Xuan glanced indifferently at Jiang Zheng, stepped out with his long legs, and followed them outside.

After hearing the sound of the outer door closing, Luo Zhenggang then asked: "Old Jiang, can’t we trust Ye? What’s happened?"

"Of course, we can trust Ye. I am creating an opportunity for Ye’er and Ye. Initially, I had no such intents, but seeing the changes in Ye’er, I think our Ye’er is absolutely worthy of Ye Xuan. Luo, the Ye Family is one of the six major families. If Ye’er can marry into it, I won’t have to worry about you all the time." Jiang Zheng let out a soft sigh: "You are a rare good official, and the better you are, the more I worry, do you understand?"

"Old Jiang, thank you for being so considerate of me, but I don’t want to trade Ye’er’s well-being for my safety. Wen Xin and I agreed long ago that our children will decide their own marriages. We cannot turn their happiness into a guarantee and aid for advancement in our careers."

Jiang Zheng laughed: "You misunderstood; if Ye Xuan doesn’t like Ye’er, helping is useless. That kid is very strong-willed, nobody can influence him. I’m just acting as an uncle, trying to create opportunities for my niece."

"Our Ye’er may not even think highly of Ye Xuan." As Luo Zhenggang said this, he was completely serious. Clearly, Jiang Zheng’s words made him uncomfortable. The two men had been close friends for many years, so he naturally didn’t hide his emotions.

"Luo, I’ve realized, not just Ye’er and Feng’er have changed significantly, you and Wen Xin’s personalities are also different from before, especially you. You wouldn’t have boasted about your own daughter like this in the past." Jiang Zheng’s tone shifted: "However, some opportunities should still be seized when they present themselves."

"I understand what you mean. Not long ago, the Yang Family also came to propose, and Wen Xin and I sought Ye’er’s opinion. She disagreed, and we are still thinking about how to refuse them. So, please don’t add another problem for me. Don’t mention this matter to the other party. Ye’er is still too young; let’s talk about it in a couple of years." Luo Zhenggang sighed lightly: "The Yang Family has also arranged to have dinner the day after tomorrow. You know the power of their family; we can’t refuse too obviously; I am really troubled about it."

Jiang Zheng looked at Luo Zhenggang, both crying and laughing: "My friend, I’ve noticed a trend with you, and that is you think no one’s children are as good as your own. I’ve already told you Ye Xuan is headstrong; you’re still worried I’ll bring it up? I want to, but I can’t even find the opportunity."

Luo Zhenggang smiled bashfully: "Alright, we are now on diverging paths. You think Ye Xuan is good, and I think my daughter is the best. Let’s not interfere with each other, shall we?"

"Agreed. But regarding Ye’er and the Yang Family, why is the Yang Family so persistent?" Jiang Zheng said, slapping his forehead: "Look at me, I got so worked up I’m getting confused. They must not know about your connection with the Wen Family. They are probably interested in that. Let me think... I have a perfect way to retreat. Do you want to hear it?"

"Spit it out, I’m dying of anxiety here, and you’re still playing games."

...

Luo Ye and the others went looking for the playground’s vegetable garden but didn’t find Grandpa, so they turned towards Song Fangzheng’s house. As they went up the stairs, they happened to meet Yang Xing and Wang Wei swaying down.

"Ye’er, what a coincidence, which family are you going to?" Yang Xing was visibly excited, bored and coming downstairs to find Wang Wei to be his sparring partner, not expecting to bump into them.

"Call me Luo Ye!" Luo Ye continued up the stairs without pausing.

"Sorry, it just slipped out." Yang Xing also turned around to follow and casually called back, "Luo Feng, where are you..." He paused when he saw Ye Xuan next to Luo Feng, then continued: "Which family are you going to?"

"We’re going to Uncle Song’s house." Luo Feng replied with a frosty demeanor. He was aware of the Yang Family visiting the Luo Family with a proposal and naturally didn’t have a favorable impression of those who use their power to press others.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Yang Xing asked, looking eager.

Luo Ye glanced back at him: "The best help you can offer is to go wherever you’re supposed to go."

"Luo Ye, I’ll listen to you." Yang Xing stopped walking, understanding that haste doesn’t bring success; had he not chosen that school? In a battle of patience, would he lose?

They knocked on the Song Family’s door and everyone was speechless. Grandpa Song had filled a Styrofoam box with soil, forcing Grandpa to teach by using actual props, while Song Fangzheng and Song Meng sat on the sofa, helpless.

Seeing Luo Ye and his sister, Song Fangzheng looked as if he saw a savior: "Ye’er, Feng’er, come in quickly, who is this?"

Luo Ye smiled: "Uncle Song, this is Ye Xuan, a friend of dad’s friend. It’s quite late, so we won’t sit down. We came to take Grandpa home to rest."

"Little Yezi, you’re such a downer. The two of us were just enjoying our research." Grandpa Song glanced disapprovingly at Luo Ye but quickly switched to a more ingratiating expression: "Let’s study a bit longer, okay?"

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