Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 518: The Decline of Morals with Each Passing Day

Chapter 518: Chapter 518: The Decline of Morals with Each Passing Day

Whang Xiaoman always had thick skin and was very confident in front of Xia Xinshan, as a magpie was the bond between the two of them.

Not to mention, now that the policy was against having a second child, she wasn’t pregnant either.

Over time, all love could be defeated by the mundane details of life.

By then, if Xia Xinshan was still single, Whang Xiaoman might just find herself interested again.

In fact, Xia Xindong getting married was the best solution.

After all, both his eldest uncle and the younger uncle were single, which was a major worry for their grandmother.

As for Ma Cuifen, although the Ma family’s residence was not small, as a divorced outsider, it was fine at first, but conflicts were inevitable over time.

The two of them could be said to be taking what they needed from each other.

Song Yunuan suddenly thought of an overbearing Mr. Wen book plot about contract marriage and taking off with a baby.

Then she couldn’t help giggling.

Xique was startled by the laughter, but seeing Song Yunuan laugh, she relaxed as well, since she was actually quite afraid of Sister Nuan.

Embracing her shoulder, Song Yunuan said, "That’s the adults’ business, just pretend you don’t know. Aunt Cuifen is a good person, with a soft and kind heart. She will treat you well, really. She will treat you better than your own mother, who dares to sell you to an old bachelor when she has no money. If Aunt Cuifen truly becomes your stepmom, even if your family is short on money, she would sell herself before selling you. Of course, this is just a figure of speech. No matter if times are good or bad, she won’t let you be wronged. Just get along well with her. Chu Fei’s real mother has it right; sometimes blood relations aren’t that important. A real mother can be vicious enough to push you into hell."

Xique’s face suddenly turned pale.

She remembered.

It was in Willow Tree Village, where she heard a prophecy about herself.

It was about being sold by her own mother and then dying miserably on the way.

But at that time, she was playing with Asheng in the yard.

It was vague and intermittent, like a jumbled mess in her mind that she hadn’t taken to heart.

Now, her mind was much clearer, and buried memories suddenly resurfaced.

In less than two years, she felt she had grown up a lot.

Looking back at those memories now felt different.

She opened her mouth to say that she could hear Sister Little Nuan’s prophecy, but she couldn’t utter a word.

Xique closed her mouth.

Then she hugged Song Yunuan and wouldn’t let go.

Song Yunuan patted her back, cooing softly, "Many things can’t be generalized. Like my step-grandfather, who had no blood relation to either your dad or my mom, yet treated them as his own. Since my mom was a girl, he taught her to be independent and strong, not to be bullied. Your dad, being a boy, was taught to be broad-minded, not to bully girls, to work hard, make money, provide for the family and be responsible."

Thinking of her eldest uncle’s character, Song Yunuan hurriedly emphasized.

"Of course, your dad’s character is a bit too obedient, and then, unfortunately, he met a wicked woman, which is why he was oppressed and couldn’t fight back.

Luckily, all that is in the past and such things won’t happen again. Hey, don’t you have my phone number? When I go out to study and you come across something you can’t figure out, don’t mull over it by yourself. Call me, got it?"

Xique obediently nodded, "I’ll definitely call you, as long as you don’t find me annoying."

"You’re my cousin, my only cousin. How could I possibly find you annoying?"

Xique immediately cheered up. Yes, she was Sister Little Nuan’s only cousin.

The only one!

As the two sisters made their way back from behind the vegetable garden, Xique waved a palm fan for Song Yunuan, as it was still a bit hot though there were more mosquitoes and small bugs at this time.

Sister Little Nuan was so pretty and had such fair skin; it would be a pity if she got bitten by a mosquito.

Little Asheng, who was sharp-eyed, spotted Sister Xique fawning over her.

Asheng thought to himself that the world was truly declining; even the ever-honest Xique knew how to fawn.

So, when the two walked up to him, he stretched out his little hands, lifted his face, and said softly to Song Yunuan, "Sister, carry me."

Song Yunuan: ...

Xique wasn’t surprised at all; Asheng was just that adorable.

The younger uncle’s favorite was always Asheng.

The fan in Xique’s hand whisked busily, trying to keep mosquitoes and insects away from Sister Little Nuan.

Looking down at her brother’s cute and clever appearance, Song Yunuan reached out to pinch his little cheek.

The little guy was full of tricks, just like a tiny sieve.

Xique was also smart.

But he couldn’t tell that Asheng was showing off on purpose.

And to tell the truth, he was actually going to miss Little Asheng when he left to study away from home.

Even though his younger brother had grown taller and put on weight, she could still carry him without too much effort.

Bending down, she picked up her brother, whose arms spread like two little wings, and bouncing him in her arms,she said, "You’ve gained a bit more weight these last few days."

Asheng immediately nodded, "Even though I’ve gained some weight, I’ve also grown a little bit taller."

"When your sister isn’t home, you must control your own mouth and move your own legs, you hear me?"

Little Asheng agreed enthusiastically.

"I remember, I wrote down what Sister said on a piece of paper and then pasted it on the wall."

So he really did write it down on paper and pasted it in his room with starch glue.

It was neatly written with six characters.

’Move legs, control mouth!’

Then, feeling that it didn’t reflect the deep bond between him and his sister, he added a smaller line of text: "Sister’s wise words, always in my heart!"

He even drew a star, the sparkling kind.

Song Yunuan couldn’t help but laugh when she saw it.

Who could resist such an obedient, cute, and lovable little brother?

The Xia family’s house was large enough.

Each child had their own separate room.

Even Song Ting had her own room, clean and tidy, even though she wasn’t living there.

Before the New Year, Little Asheng always clung to Song Yunuan to sleep with her.

After the New Year, Song Liang sent him off to his own room.

But sometimes he would still sneak over to stay with his sister.

Even though he turned six after the New Year, sleeping alone was also a form of training.

Not to mention, Asheng’s self-care ability was even better than hers as an older sister.

-----------------

Xia Xinshan and Ma Cuifen’s marriage was basically settled.

Both being remarried, neither of them advocated for a grand ceremony.

Zhu Feng did not insist either.

On this matter, she let her eldest son make the decision, not interfering, respecting Cuifen’s wishes as well.

With Xia Xinshan and Ma Cuifen together, no one said anything about Xia Xinshan raising someone else’s children...

After all, with Xia Xinshan’s current circumstances, supporting ten or eight more wasn’t an issue.

But there were also many who spoke with envy.

They said Xia Xinshan was a fool, with his current conditions, he could pick and choose among young unmarried women—why did he have to choose a twice-married one?

They said he was like mud that couldn’t be propped up on a wall.

He had fortune but didn’t know how to enjoy it, doomed to a poor and sour fate from birth.

Song Yunuan thought her uncle would care, but to her surprise, he didn’t mind at all and even felt like he was the only sober man in a crowd of drunks.

Xia Xinshan truly didn’t care about these rumors.

He just felt that he was not on the same path as those who gossiped.

Ever since he heard Little Nuan’s heartfelt words, he was no longer the Xia Xinshan he used to be!