The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s
Chapter 553: Three Naive Ghosts (2)_1

Chapter 553: Chapter 553: Three Naive Ghosts (2)_1

"..." Xiaodong looked aggrieved.

He loved to eat!

Seeing how aggrieved he was, Jiaojiao was afraid he might really cry, so she didn’t tease him anymore. She pulled on Xiu Xi’s hand and passed a few pieces of chocolate candy to Xiaodong, who immediately beamed with joy.

Happily, he said, "Brother Xi, wait for me. My mom recently hired a tutor for me. I’ll work hard to catch up with you and skip to the third grade. Even if I can’t make it to the third grade, skipping to the second grade is also pretty good."

"..." Jiaojiao, looking at Xiaodong’s face full of anticipation, found it hard to tell him that she and Xiu Xi had actually decided to skip to the fourth grade next semester.

It might be the last time they would skip grades; after reaching the fourth grade, they would steadily continue their studies from there.

But looking at Xiaodong, who was so full of hope for the future, she decided to give him the chance to dream. Otherwise, life would be too bitter.

That day, the Ruan Family was all hands on deck, even Wu Le took time off to help, and they were busy until well past midnight before finishing.

Though they were exhausted, everyone felt satisfied.

At night, Shu Jiao was going through the accounts with a ledger when Jianguo came out after taking a shower, hugged her from behind, and inhaled the scent of her soft neck, thinking how every part of his wife was fragrant.

Shu Jiao, ledger in hand and being nudged persistently, pushed him away impatiently, "Don’t cling to me. Sit here."

Saying this, she patted the spot in front of her.

Jianguo sat down sideways, still trying to wrap an arm around her waist and press her down onto the bed, "My dear wife, just give me your orders, and your husband promises to fulfill them."

As he spoke, he shamelessly moved his face closer but was kicked away by Shu Jiao, forcing him to finally sit still.

Shu Jiao, holding the ledger, said, "Coming back today, if it wasn’t for Jiaojiao’s godmother helping us, we wouldn’t have known how to get back. I want to discuss with you—we should buy a car."

"Don’t we already have a car at home?" Jianguo replied, pausing for a moment before lifting his head to ask, "Do you mean to buy a small car?"

Actually, when Shu Lang brought that car home, he had already looked into it, but they, the Ruan Family, couldn’t afford it at that price.

However, if they included the money from the Shu Family, they could afford it, but: "No, that won’t do. That money is for Jiaojiao’s dowry. We promised to save it for her, so we can’t touch it."

Jianguo was quite traditional in this regard and perhaps still felt a bit inferior at heart. He didn’t want to use the Shu Family’s money.

"Nonsense, what do I need that car for? It can’t even fit many people. I was thinking, now that the shop is getting bigger, why not buy a small truck? That way, it’s convenient to move things around and to carry vegetables. Don’t you also want to open another restaurant in Lin City? Without a truck, how will you manage, just with your tricycle?"

Shu Jiao’s words struck a chord with Jianguo, but when he thought about the money he had earned—it might seem like a lot to the villagers—buying a small truck was still out of reach.

"We could use Jiaojiao’s money..."

"No!" As soon as Shu Jiao said this, Jianguo immediately frowned, his tone also becoming heavier.

Shu Jiao looked at him, took a deep breath, turned to get up, placed the account book on the table next to her, and walked away.

Seeing her expression was off, Jianguo quickly followed after her, held her face in his hands to look at her, and indeed saw her eyes were red, feeling a pang of heartache straight away.

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