The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s
Chapter 563: Three Naive Ghosts (12)_1

Chapter 563: Chapter 563: Three Naive Ghosts (12)_1

It must be over two o’clock in the afternoon by now. Could he be off to do construction work again, to earn next semester’s tuition fees?

"Let’s go home!" Xiu Xi tugged at her book heavily, forcefully bringing her attention back to the present.

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded helplessly, withdrawing her gaze.

On the way back, the already lively group had become even more vibrant thanks to Yuan Xiaodong, the chatterbox, to the point that Ruan Jiaojiao, who had been thinking about Xiu Xun, had her attention completely captured by his chatter.

Once the chatterbox quieted down, Ruan Jiaojiao watched his zigzagging figure recede and suddenly thought of something.

She pulled Yuan Xiaodong a few steps behind her brothers and asked him, "Yuan Xiaodong, do you know how many children Grandma Yuan has? Like, how many great uncles or great aunts do you have?"

"Great aunts?" Yuan Xiaodong looked at her bewilderedly: "I don’t have any great aunts, just great uncles. Our great-grandma only had four sons, the ones you met last time."

No great aunts?

It seemed that the little girl really was a wound that shouldn’t be reopened, not even Yuan Xiaodong knew of her existence.

"Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious, no reason," Ruan Jiaojiao said and patted his head, "Off you go, go play."

"..." Yuan Xiaodong felt somewhat indignant, wanting to yell not to pat his head, but upon encountering the icy stare from Xiu Xi on the other side, he could only shrink his neck submissively and hurriedly ran ahead to catch up with the Ruan brothers.

Xiu Xi’s expression hadn’t been good since they left the classroom, but Ruan Jiaojiao had grown used to his petulance. Plus, he was easy to placate, so she wasn’t worried and just kept her head down, caught up in her own thoughts.

Xiu Xi, watching from the side, saw that she was ignoring him and not trying to cajole him, his expression grew even darker.

To draw her attention, he deliberately cleared his throat twice.

Ruan Wei heard the noise and looked back, "Xiaoxi, are you catching a cold? Should have worn more clothes instead of trying to look cool. Now you’ve got a cold, right?"

His tone was slightly schadenfreudian.

Boys of this age all love to act cool. Despite the cold, they wouldn’t dress warmly or wear those fluffy rabbit fur gloves. At home, they had no say. Wearing too little would invite a smack from their parents, and not bringing their gloves would draw their sister’s sad, puppy-dog eyes.

Thus, they were forced to bundle up like dumplings.

Except for Xiu Xi who, aside from wearing rabbit fur gloves, only had on one more layer of clothing than he did in autumn. What was even more frustrating was that he, despite wearing so little, was still very warm, warmer than anyone else! Just like a furnace—his sister loved to snuggle up to him for warmth.

The moment class ended, she would cling tightly to him, which filled the others with envy.

Hearing this, Ruan Jiaojiao immediately turned her gaze to Xiu Xi, but before she could ask if he was cold, a car horn sounded from behind them.

Among the nearby villages that used this road, only the Ruan family owned a truck.

Ruan Jiaojiao thought it was Ruan Jianguo returning, excitedly turned her head, only to freeze.

It wasn’t one or two trucks, but a military green Jeep.

The boys also looked over, and upon seeing the vehicle approaching, they immediately ran up and shielded Ruan Jiaojiao behind them, retreating to the side of the road.

But the vehicle didn’t pass by them; instead, it stopped right beside them.