Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 347 - 238: Going Home to Sell the House_2

Chapter 347: Chapter 238: Going Home to Sell the House_2

Seeing her concerns, Old Master Wan said, "You can’t just stop socializing with people because of what your husband’s family thinks. Don’t forget, it was Elder Jing who first wanted to take you as his goddaughter."

As for your husband, he was the one who arranged this from the start. Now, if he gets unhappy because you ask the Jing Family for help, that would mean his mind is too narrow," he added.

"Alright, I’ll go ask Jing Zhe for help." Old Master Wan had made himself clear, and if she hesitated any longer, it would truly be a disgrace to the Zhou family members.

After all, the relationship between Old Master Wan and the Zhou family was quite delicate. Whether out of self-interest or something else, she did not want Old Master Wan to have a bad impression of the Zhou family members.

When she arrived at the Jing Family’s home and they learned her purpose, Zhu Xinqin was delighted she had thought to come to them for help. She immediately called Jing Zhe out of his study and urged him to agree quickly.

Seeing Chuxia look embarrassed by Zhu Xinqin’s enthusiasm, Jing Zhe laughed: "Chuxia, don’t be scared off by my mother’s fervor. She’s all geared up to compete with Aunt Lin. You’ll get used to it after a while, my mom and Aunt Lin are just like a pair of kids."

"Indeed, indeed," agreed both Old Master Jing and Old Madam Jing, nodding in unison.

Back at home, Old Master Jing reverted to his cheeky old self. From the moment Chuxia entered, the old couple grinned with their toothless smiles, watching the interaction between Zhu Xinqin, her son, and Chuxia as if they were watching a play.

"Lin Yanqiu is the child, not me," Zhu Xinqin said with a laugh. "Forget it, with all she’s dealing with right now, I won’t lower myself to her level. Chuxia, rest assured, I won’t boast in front of her and make things difficult for you."

"I’ll take you home," said Jing Zhe as he tugged on Chuxia’s sleeve and headed outside, "and I can also try Uncle Lin and Aunt Zhao’s cooking."

Zhu Xinqin quickly interjected, "I want to go too."

"We’re going too," stated Old Master Jing and Old Madam Jing, bustling to get up as if afraid of being left behind.

"Stay put at home," Jing Zhe glared back at them, "If you all hadn’t made Chuxia uncomfortable, would I need to rush to send her back?

"You all know how awkward she feels coming to me for help, yet you add to the chaos. Grandpa Zhu and Grandma Zhu aren’t going to Grandpa Wan’s for dinner, so what place do you have there?" he added.

"This kid..." Zhu Xinqin sheepishly chuckled and stepped back, "Fine, we won’t go, what’s the big deal? We’ll just make our own."

Old Master Jing and Old Madam Jing simultaneously pointed at Zhu Xinqin: "You make it!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll make them," Zhu Xinqin agreed while calling to the kitchen maid, "Nanny Li, we’re having dumplings tonight. You chop the filling."

Old Master Jing and Old Madam Jing then happily went back to their seats. As soon as the door closed and Jing Zhe and Chuxia’s figures disappeared, the old couple looked at each other and raced to the windowsill.

The shorter Old Madam Jing, in a frenzy, tugged at Elder Jing’s sleeve, shaking it back and forth: "I can’t see, bring me a stool quickly, hurry up."

"Let Xiao Qin bring it," Elder Jing said without looking back.

"Here it is, here it is," Zhu Xinqin placed a stool under the old madam’s feet, and after helping her up, she too craned her neck to look down.

"Chuxia, I bet you there are three heads squeezed up against this window," Jing Zhe said, pointing back at the window as they left the building, whereupon the heads at the window vanished with a swish...

Chuxia turned back to look for a while: "There’s nothing there."

"They must have retreated too quickly and bumped heads. Otherwise, they would have stuck their heads out again by now," Jing Zhe asserted confidently.

Chuxia laughed: "It seems that when you used to bring girls home, they all behaved this way, right?"

"Yes, whenever a female friend visited our house, my mom and my grandparents would get excited as if they’d been injected with chicken blood. No matter how much I persuaded them, they wouldn’t listen. Every time I escorted someone away and returned, I’d find all three of them rubbing their heads," he explained.

He was right; at that moment, Elder Jing, Old Madam Jing, and Zhu Xinqin were sitting below the window, rubbing their heads against each other.

"That damn kid, doing it on purpose!"

"Exactly, always playing tricks like this since he was small. After so many years, still the same tricks, not obedient at all!"

"Enough, you two are just clumsy. Every time you bump into my head, ow, it hurts. Check it for me, did I get a bump?"

Nanny Li, who was chopping filling in the kitchen and hadn’t seen such a scene in years, wondered why she didn’t find it funny. Instead, she felt a sourness in her heart and began to wipe away tears as she worked.

The next morning, Lin Baohe and Zhao Yulan were sent off on the train by Jing Zhe and Chuxia. Before leaving, the couple clutched Chuxia’s hand, cautioning her from left and right, asking her not to tell the Zhou family about their return to sell their house, and repeatedly promised that as soon as they sold the house, they would come over immediately, bringing their bank book with them.

Even as the train departed, Chuxia gazed after it, unwilling to leave. With such parents, how fortunate was she?

"Let’s go," Jing Zhe said, looking sympathetically at Chuxia’s face, reddened by the cold, "Good people get good rewards, everything will get better."

Chuxia sniffled and smiled at him: "Yeah, sorry to trouble you to get up so early."

Jing Zhe laughed and ruffled her hair: "Silly girl, I’m your brother, why say such things? Doesn’t it sound distant?"

"Okay, I won’t be distant with you, brother," Chuxia said longingly, "I’ve always wished for a brother to dote on me. Now, finally, I’ve got my wish."

"I’ve always hoped to have a little sister to protect, and now, I’ve got my wish too," he said in response.

As the red sun slowly rose, Jing Zhe could only understand too well the meaning behind Chuxia’s radiant smile, brighter than the sunshine itself. While he felt a slight sense of loss, he also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, a sister is for life. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with a recommendation ticket or a monthly ticket on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)