Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 378: Asheng Won’t Let Me Call You Sister

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: Asheng Won’t Let Me Call You Sister

Song Yunuan frustratingly tapped Xique’s forehead with her hand.

She didn’t control her strength well, and accidentally knocked Xique over.

Sitting on the snowy ground, Xique looked up at Song Yunuan with a bit of shock.

Cousin Sister really is strong.

Song Yunuan,"The river isn’t even frozen yet, but the water is icy and bone-chilling. If you jump in, you won’t die, but you’ll surely fall seriously ill. Do you want my grandmother to take care of you or something?"

Song Yunuan reached out to pull her up and said, "Your mother knows you’re too timid. She would have been fine had her own life been good. But clearly, it’s not. Once her true love got her, he stopped treating her like a person. And I heard she isn’t good to those kids either.

Nowadays, both your family and ours are certainly living better lives. With such good days, having enough to eat and drink, and the ability to boss around, why would she leave? But your father has no thoughts of reconciling with her at all.

So, you really have brought trouble upon yourself. And you keep talking about dying. If you died, that would be simple, but have you thought about what your grandma and your father would do?

Besides, there’s always a solution to everything; it just depends on whether you want to find it or not."

Xique wiped the tears from her face and mumbled, "I’ve thought a lot and feel like none of the options are good."

She even thought about secretly finding that man and letting him take her mother away, but she feared his ferocious demeanor.

She also considered finding a stepmother for herself, so her biological mother would have to leave.

But where to find one?

In fact, ever since her family’s days began to improve, there were many who came to propose match-making for her father, but she didn’t want a stepmother, and importantly, none were suitable.

Besides these, what other solutions could there be?

Song Yunuan didn’t actually blame Xique.

Before finding Xique, she went to the base to find her uncle and wanted to hear his opinion.

Her uncle said that not only does Xique resemble her grandmother in looks, but her personality is also similar.

Zhu Feng’s personality is too weak.

Facing abandonment and threats, she didn’t fight back, just silently accepted it all.

She kept all her bitterness to herself.

She never spit it out.

Even though she took care of the two elders of the Xia family, Third Child Xia took all the credit, and she didn’t dare to argue.

Shangguan Yunqi made her promise to never let her children know where their father was.

Having her man snatched away and being threatened, she still endured.

She spent her entire life suffering losses, but she never knew what to do except to swallow her pride.

It wasn’t until Third Child Xia came to force the issue that she started to rise up.

But what Xia Xindong didn’t mention was that it was probably because of Little Nuan’s prophecy.

In that unknown world, her always submissive, bitterness-swallowing mother might also end up dying miserably.

Now, her personality really has changed a lot.

And she seems to be getting stronger and stronger.

But it took her a lifetime.

Xia Xindong hoped she would be more patient with Xique.

People’s personalities are different; some are naturally independent, quick-witted, and have their own ideas.

They know what to do and what not to do.

But some are not independent thinkers; they even live in a muddleheaded way.

Fate pushes them to where they are, and they just stay there without fighting back or arguing, only thinking about enduring and enduring, and before they know it, they are old.

And so their life goes.

Actually, many people think this way.

They prefer to say, "This is my fate in life, what else can I do?"

Xique and Zhu Feng’s temperaments were too similar.

What Xia Xindong said made sense; he had been forced to separate from his mother since childhood, and he probably thought more about himself.

Song Yunuan felt that this was the true nature of her uncle, and of Xique as well.

However, since grandma had been timid all her life, that was that, and it was okay for uncle, who had a gentle nature, to have problems—once he found someone suitable, he could live a good life.

Just no more Zhu Fengs.

Song Yunuan took Xique by the hand and walked slowly toward home.

Along the way, she said to Xique, "I actually have a solution."

Xique, having cried, felt much better. Looking at Song Yunuan, who was in fact only a few years older than herself, she couldn’t help feeling that Song Yunuan was quite impressive.

She said, "I’ve thought of several solutions, too, like finding a stepmother for myself, but there’s no suitable candidate. I even went to see Aunt Cuifen; she’s divorced, but she has two children, and I... I didn’t mind her children. The man she was married to is an intellectual from Hai City, while my dad only knows how to read and write, and he’s honest and not a great talker. Aunt Cuifen might not fancy him, but even if she did, there would suddenly be three children in my house..."

To Song Yunuan’s surprise, she looked at Xique, not expecting her to have such ideas of her own—after all, she was as quiet as her uncle.

Song Yunuan complimented her, "Your idea is actually very good. Aunt Cuifen is indeed nice, but it’s not feasible now. There’s still a mother in your house who hasn’t left, and no one would want to walk into that mess, right?"

Xique beamed when she heard Song Yunuan praise her idea.

Her eyes, red from crying, curved into crescent moons with a smile.

Song Yunuan ruffled her hair and, remembering something, warned her, "Your mother is not a good person, selfish and only caring about herself, completely disregarding others’ feelings. I’m seriously reminding you to be careful around her. Never go out alone with her to play. She might sell you to some old bachelor in the mountains to be his wife..."

Xique’s face suddenly turned pale.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she looked at Song Yunuan with a sobbing voice, "I... I know, I won’t go out with her."

In fact, Song Yunuan was just trying to scare her.

Today’s Whang Xiaoman wouldn’t be foolish enough to sell Xique.

Xique is her talisman, her shield. With Xique, she managed to stay.

Otherwise, she couldn’t possibly enter the Xia family’s house.

But it was necessary to scare her nonetheless.

Just to be safe.

Xique clenched her fists anxiously and asked, "Sister, I mean, Sister Little Nuan, you just said you have a solution, what is it?"

Song Yunuan was actually curious about Xique’s address, as she would sometimes call her Sister Little Nuan, and other times just Sister.

It felt rather messy.

"Either call me Sister Little Nuan or Sister. Is there a need to switch?"

It seemed like Xiao Gang and Xiao Ru did the same thing.

Xique blurted out, "Asheng won’t let me call you Sister."

Song Yunuan was taken aback and her eyes widened, "Asheng won’t allow it?"

Xique nodded with a wronged expression, "Not just me, he doesn’t allow Xiao Gang, Xiao Ru, or Huzi to call you Sister either, though Huzi comes less often."

Song Yunuan laughed, thinking how cute this little guy was, and decided to pinch his cheeks when she got home.

Feeling deflated, Xique agreed that Asheng was right. He had called the three of them together, and they thought Asheng was going to share some treats, as he usually had plenty of goodies, and his little bag was always full of delicious things.

Then Asheng told the three of them that in the future, they couldn’t call her Sister; they could only call her Sister Little Nuan or Sister Nuan. He was the biological brother and only he had the right to call her Sister; no one else could.

If he found out, he wouldn’t share any more delicious treats, fun toys, or beautiful comic books with them.

Of all these things, Asheng had the most and the best.

They had some too, but Asheng’s were not only the most but also the best.

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