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Chapter 1040: Can You Help Me Call the Police?
Chapter 1040: Chapter 1040: Can You Help Me Call the Police?
Yue Tao’s half-sister Jiang Rouhui had tears in her eyes as she said, "Brother, although this is the first time we’ve met, our mother often spoke of you in front of us. She said that if you were to live with us, you would definitely be a good big brother.
I know that Mom and I have come uninvited this time, causing trouble for you and Grandma, but we really have nowhere else to go. Brother, can you help us?"
Luo Qiao saw that this was the real master of manipulation—a born white lotus. If she were in the future world, she might even win an Oscar, definitely more impressive than their mother.
Yue Tao’s mother, Fan Jiangmei, thought to herself that her second daughter was indeed more capable; what beautiful words she spoke.
Yue Tao looked towards the crowd outside the gate, "Auntie Qiu, could you call the police for me?"
Qiu Yuehua was stunned at first, but then she recovered, "Sure, no problem. I’ll do it right away."
Jiang Rouhui never expected that her tried-and-true method would fail this time, and she was unhappy, "Brother, I am your own sister. Do you really not care about family ties, insisting on sending us away?"
Yue Tao said coldly, "In the Liu Family, there’s only myself as the sole descendant. We have no such sister. Don’t go around claiming relatives."
Fan Jiangmei lashed out when she heard this, "Yue Tao, you bastard! Is this what your grandmother taught you?"
Yue Tao glared at his biological mother Fan Jiangmei, "You have no right to speak about my grandmother. Would I have said this if you hadn’t turned up uninvited, falsely claiming relations?"
Jiang Rouhui also found it hard to keep up the act, "If you do this today, don’t regret it later."
Yue Tao helped his grandmother to sit down and then squinted at Jiang Rouhui, "My surname is Liu, yours is Jiang. What would I have to regret?"
At that moment, Qiu Yuehua returned with the police officers from not far down the alley, "Officers, it happened right in this yard."
After the officers understood the situation, they said, "Since the Liu family grandchildren don’t agree, you shouldn’t force them. If you don’t want to leave, I’ll have no choice but to take you back to the station."
Scared by this, the two had initially planned to squat here without leaving, thinking that the Liu family grandchildren couldn’t possibly kick them out. But with the police officer’s words, they feared they really would be taken to the police station, and how would they face anyone after that? So, they left dejectedly.
With no drama left to watch, the crowd that had gathered outside finally dispersed.
Grandma Liu thanked the neighbors who had helped inside the yard, and then was supported by her grandson as they returned to the house.
Feng Shumin sighed, "Every family has its own difficult book to read."
After speaking, her emotions seemed somewhat deflated as she walked silently toward her own yard.
Luo Qiao knew that his teacher’s wife must be thinking of her own family troubles again. In fact, every so often, the butler from the Jing Family would update Luo Qiao about the situation of those families. However, since there had been no significant issues, Luo Qiao had never discussed it with his teacher and teacher’s wife.
After all, with age, one might think more than before. As time passed, perhaps his teacher and teacher’s wife had also let go of some matters and were no longer as bitterly resentful towards those families as before, unable to even speak of them.
Luo Qiao thought that if his teacher and teacher’s wife came to terms with everything, he would definitely help them return to the Capital. If they didn’t wish to, he wouldn’t get involved in other people’s family affairs. After all, without having endured their suffering personally, he didn’t want to make a nuisance of himself.
As soon as Luo Qiao entered the courtyard, she saw her master examining the two wax plum trees they had transplanted last year. One of them, the Suxin Wax Plum, already had buds that would probably bloom in a few days, while the other, the Qingkou Wax Plum, would likely bloom later. Her master loved flowers, especially orchids and wax plums.
Without stopping to chat with her master, Luo Qiao followed his wife into the living room, noticing she was still lost in thought. "Auntie Qiu, what are you thinking about?"
Feng Shumin looked at the door. "I was thinking of those unfilial children."
Luo Qiao poured a cup of hot water for her. "Auntie Qiu, have some water to warm up."
Feng Shumin began to speak, "Fan Jiangmei never really raised her son a day in her life, but Yue Tao was brought up well by Grandma Liu, with proper values and clear discernment of love and hate.
"Yet your master and I invested so much effort, only to raise them into selfish and petty individuals. What exactly did we do wrong?"
Luo Qiao hugged her. "Auntie Qiu, let go of the past. You still have me, Yanyan, and Yueyue. If you want to give them a chance to reform, I’ll arrange for them to come back to the Capital. If you don’t want to see them, Yichen and I will take good care of you and the professor."
Having released her emotions, Feng Shumin no longer felt so choked up, but she did feel sleepy. Luo Qiao settled her back into bed, and after she had fallen asleep, she walked out of the courtyard.
Yang Jiancheng saw Luo Qiao come out. "Did your auntie fall asleep?"
Luo Qiao nodded. "Master, after all these years, what do you think?"
Yang Jiancheng continued looking at the Suxin Wax Plum. "Life is short, and most elderly people wish to be surrounded by their children and grandchildren, but not every family can have that. Sometimes, no matter how much you compromise, they won’t sincerely repent. It’s better to live comfortably and as you please."
Luo Qiao understood that her master had made up his mind.
And Auntie Qiu didn’t seem to want them to come back either. Today’s events at the neighboring Liu Family, and Yue Tao’s behavior, had struck a nerve with her. She felt that her own upbringing efforts were such a failure; those children must have truly broken their parents’ hearts.
Checking the time, Luo Qiao thought that on such a cold day, her master had mentioned waiting for her to come over to have hot pot together; it wouldn’t be lively with just the two of them.
She went into the kitchen to check, and indeed they had some beef for hot pot, not much, but enough. She had brought shrimp, perfect for making handmade shrimp paste, so she got busy in the kitchen.
If this were any other time, her master would have heard her in the kitchen and come to help, but today he stood fixed in front of the wax plum tree, and Luo Qiao knew he was also upset. He was always trying to stay strong, which made her feel quite sorry for them both.
She noticed there were frozen pork in the refrigerator, so she took it out to defrost for making meatballs later. First, she cleaned and chopped the shrimp, soaked kelp, washed some cabbage leaves, cut potato and sweet potato slices, and sliced beef and lamb thinly. Lastly, she prepared to stir-fry the base ingredients for the hot pot.
As she was about to stir-fry the base ingredients, she heard someone outside selling tofu. Luo Qiao quickly put down what she was doing and went out to see someone pushing a cart, selling as they walked.
Luo Qiao approached and bought a piece of tofu, noticing they were also selling bean sprouts, and got some, planning to make a cold dish later.
A neighbor also came out to buy tofu, seeing Luo Qiao. "Luo Qiao, getting tofu? What delicious meal are you preparing for lunch?"
While paying, Luo Qiao replied, "My master mentioned wanting to eat hot pot a few days ago. Isn’t it great that I came over today? It’s more fun to eat with more people."
Someone else chimed in, "You’re right about that. It’s definitely more lively to eat with a crowd. Professor Yang and Professor Feng are lucky to have you looking after them."
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