Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 437: Not Going to Fight

Chapter 437: Chapter 437: Not Going to Fight

Song Yunuan spoke in hushed tones to Old Mrs. Song about the isolation and bullying her Youngest Aunt was facing while Old Mrs. Song was packing up.

Old Mrs. Song’s eyes reddened, and she felt very upset, but she wasn’t much surprised.

"...Considering our village folks, if an outsider moves in, the villagers pick on the newcomer, let alone your Youngest Aunt, who’s just an ordinary villager. It’s only because of Little Nuan that she has risen above her station, and people are even more envious and resentful."

Then, gritting her teeth with anger, "Your Youngest Aunt is such a fool; she thinks by keeping silent and bearing with it, things will get better, but this isn’t something you endure.

There are times to endure, and times when you must not, otherwise, they’ll bully you to death."

Song Yunuan nodded, "That’s exactly the point."

Old Mrs. Song glanced at Song Yunuan and said, "Little Nuan, your grandmother is not a faint-hearted person, but we need to think twice before we act.

We are not going there to fight.

Besides, you’re young and still have to prepare for college, and even if you’re doing well at school now, you can’t let these messy things distract you.

I think, your mother and I will go to Beidu, and you’d better stay at home and focus on your studies."

Song Yunuan knew her grandmother cared about her, and she didn’t want her to offend anyone.

She grabbed Old Mrs. Song’s arm and waved it around, "Grandma, I’ve asked for leave here, and when I’m free, I’ll review, like I can study while on the train. Also, I’ve got an important matter to take care of in Beidu, but since it’s not confirmed yet, I can’t speak of it..."

Old Mrs. Song, swayed by the gesture, felt her heart melt.

Song Yunuan then said, "Grandma, you’re right, we are not going to Beidu to battle with those people. Actually, what Youngest Aunt said was not wrong either. When I first went to No. 1 High School, several classmates didn’t like me and even tried to frame me, but I took care of them, and now they’ve mellowed down."

Old Mrs. Song was also aware of that.

She gently pinched her granddaughter’s soft cheek and said helplessly, "If only your Youngest Aunt had a thousandth of your wisdom, that would do."

Song Ting just happened to ask for leave, then went to visit her former roommate with some stuff.

She had asked many times already.

She wanted to know if her roommate had been pushed. If so, she was going to file a report.

Shi Jinglan kept her head down and said nothing.

Song Ting spoke softly, "Jinglan, I’ve taken a few days off, partly for some other business, and partly because I wanted to talk to you properly.

From the day I joined our Song and Dance Troupe One, you’ve been my roommate.

You never looked down on me, you were especially kind to me, and you taught me so many things. I dare not forget a single detail.

You fell down the stairs, and there were several people behind you at the time.

So, did you really fall on your own, or was there something more?"

Jinglan, if you’re afraid of offending someone, we don’t have to file a complaint. Just tell me who it is, and I’ll go to the teachers. We will find a way to get you justice.

And I want to take you to my uncle for treatment. I’ve already spoken to him, and he says if you don’t wish to go to Wutong District, he can come to your house. This is not a trivial issue; you need early treatment to prevent any lasting damage..."

Shi Jinglan was about to say something else, but Shi’s parents, who were outside listening to their conversation, could no longer hold back.

Mother Shi opened the door, asking Father Shi to stay outside and keep quiet.

She pointed her finger at her daughter, "Tingting has already done this much, and you still won’t speak up? What are you trying to do?

If someone really pushed you, why swallow your pride?

How cruel must that person’s heart be, wishing to ruin your entire life; why would you cover for her?

Do you have something she’s holding over you?"

Shi Jinglan, ashamed and angry, tears streaming down, "I... I don’t have any leverage in their hands?

There were so many people behind me at that time; I felt like someone pushed me, but I don’t know who it was.

The teacher had already talked to them at that time, but no one admitted to it.

Some even threatened me, saying if I dared to spout nonsense again, they would go to the police station and accuse me of slander.

If they dared to take me to the police station for slander, then it definitely wasn’t them.

Why don’t I speak up? Because I really have no evidence at all.

Maybe someone did bump into me accidentally, but this person is too scared to admit it.

They’re a tight-knit group, and they are very close..."

Jinglan’s personality was quite similar to Song Ting’s.

Zhu Mann wouldn’t have arranged for them to live together otherwise.

Father Shi couldn’t help but open the door and said, "...Let’s not talk about this now. The immediate priority is to get your ankle treated and return to your unit as soon as possible.

The longer the delay, the worse it will be.

"And just who is Old Mr. Ji? How influential do you think you are, making such a respected figure come to our home to treat you?"

When Song Ting mentioned it for the first time, these two people didn’t really believe her.

Moreover, as long as she took good care of herself, it wasn’t a big problem.

But now they believed.

Because Old Mr. Ji was actually coming to their door.

Song Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and took Shi Jinglan to the Wutong District straight away.

Shi Jinglan’s parents followed along as well.

It was only when they reached the experimental area of the Medical College, which belonged to Old Master Ji, that the three completely believed Song Ting really had such social connections.

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Song Yunuan was indeed as diligent as she had promised Old Mrs. Song.

The effort she put into her studies!

Even on the train, she studied hard every day, constantly holding onto her books and papers.

She earned unanimous praise from everyone around her.

Some even said to Old Mrs. Song, "Your granddaughter is at her prime time for studying. You should focus on that; why take her out for a stroll at this time?"

By the time they reached the provincial city, a group of foreign guests got on.

They looked like they might be from Country W.

But there was a dedicated group to receive them.

They were also taking this train to Beidu.

However, they were traveling in soft sleepers, while Song Yunuan and her grandmother were in hard sleepers, which they managed to get only because Deputy County Mayor Zhao pulled some strings at the train station.

Even the soft sleeper and hard sleeper were separated by a carriage.

Dinner had to be eaten on the train.

Song Yunuan took out a large tea jar.

Her home’s special "Yi noodles," fried noodle cakes, and chicken broth meat sauce prepared by Xia Guilan were all stored in canning jars.

Lacking dehydrated vegetables, Old Mrs. Song brought green onions, which were very strong and spicy, but cutting them into small pieces with a fruit knife and adding them to the dish really enhanced the flavor.

At that time, instant noodles were not widely sold domestically, and many people didn’t know what they were.

There are a lot of domestic products now, especially from Hai City and Beidu, but the homemade ones taste pretty good too.

After soaking, the smell wasn’t so strong that it would make children cry for them.

But Old Mrs. Song was able to enjoy a hot bite.

It was mainly for her benefit.

However, while they were eating, they saw an attendant hurrying over, looking distressed.

They stood at the door, speaking in whispers.

"This is a sudden reception task, we don’t have any forks."

"The others are okay, it’s just that girl named Aliya who refuses to use a spoon or chopsticks, she insists on using a fork to eat noodles."

"She even said she hates it here, that it’s so backward without any forks, she started crying and demanding to get off, not realizing the next stops are small ones and the next station isn’t for another two hours."

"Sigh, if only we had prepared some forks."

"What forks should we prepare for? They’re the ones being unreasonable. That Aliya thinks forks are so noble, saying we are backward. She is the one who is ignorant. In fact, forks were invented by our ancestors, and we stopped using them because they were too simple, which is why we switched to chopsticks."

"Chopsticks are wonderful, representing the harmony of heaven and earth, they carry so much more meaning."

"I think only fools use forks."

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"Why? They don’t understand anyway."

Song Yunuan looked at the disposable wooden fork her grandfather had made for eating noodles and fell into thought.

So, was she a fool?

After all, it was just about throwing it away after use for convenience...