I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 1001 Feigning Illness Has Become an Addiction

Chapter 1001: Chapter 1001 Feigning Illness Has Become an Addiction

Suizi suppressed her sympathy for her mother-in-law; having such a "filial" eldest son, her mother-in-law was indeed pitiable.

Putting aside the issue of his capability to put his own mother in a bind, judging from Yu Jingting’s ability to understand problems, this couple’s team-building was quite successful.

Suizi picked up the Journey to the West and pulled out her homemade fabric radish bookmark, with the corners of her mouth turned up.

The Chapter she marked was exactly the fifty-seventh round, where the True Monkey King laid bare his suffering to the False Monkey King in the Water Curtain Cave.

Dongdong peeked his head from outside the door and saw Suizi serenely flipping through a book while Jingting stood behind her happily, massaging her shoulders.

Dongdong’s face was full of question marks.

One second they seemed ready to fight, the next they’re perfectly fine with each other?

"We told you not to worry," Bobo passed by him, quite composed.

The youngest twins saw things the clearest.

"Why is that?" Dongdong was puzzled.

Bobo nodded in Suizi’s direction with his chin.

"Look, what book is our mom holding?"

Dongdong stretched his neck to see; it seemed to be Journey to the West? But what did that have to do with the mysterious disputes between his parents?

"Mom was just discussing with me yesterday why the Monkey King eventually attained Buddhahood," said Bobo.

While other kids read Journey to the West for the Monkey King’s jumping and leaping, this clever child of Suizi’s family was already digging deeper.

"Isn’t it because he obtained the true scriptures?"

"You should read it a few more times. If you only grasp the surface, you’ll miss the essence. Think of our dad as the Monkey King, and everything becomes clear. A Monkey King who only knows how to fight and kill will never sit on the lotus platform in the Western Paradise."

"..." Dongdong looked troubled at the wise-looking Bobo.

They were reading the same book?

And moreover... shouldn’t a kindergartener show a bit more childishness, not this old-soul expression? Is this the normal behavior for a human child?

Luoluo, who was munching on fruit, noticed Dongdong’s deep perplexity and kindly explained his brother’s words:

"Grandpa says that leaders don’t get directly involved in fights; only minions show their emotions openly and resort to violence at the slightest disagreement. Being a leader is about mastering the art of ’drawing circles’."

Of course, grandpa’s original words weren’t that straightforward; Luoluo had artfully embellished them.

As for the art of ’drawing circles,’ the two kids didn’t yet grasp it. Understanding it would take time and more than just intelligence; experience is needed for comprehension.

"Then why do you still fight and wrestle every day?" Dongdong was even more perplexed.

Luoluo lifted her little chin with immense pride.

"Because I am still in a lower phase of interest. Didn’t the Monkey also spend a long time making mischief and fighting before he attained the senior rank? I have to start as a low-level minion, fight and climb up, and eventually become like my dad, reaching that high-level stage."

She, too, considered her bouts of mischief as her "career," as mom had said, all part of gaining experience.

Suizi listened without a change in her expression, the laughter in her eyes deepening.

Plant the seeds in their minds; with their perceptiveness, they would sooner or later figure it out.

The confrontation between the real and fake Monkey Kings was a turning point for the Monkey.

The straightforward Great Sage finally became a slick person adept at ’drawing circles.’

Suizi had highlighted this part to remind Jingting that at his level, he shouldn’t be straightforward with problems that require finesse.

Just like Suizi at this moment, unable to speak, yet more inscrutable than when she could.

After dinner, wails echoed from the Yu Family Courtyard.

"Cuihua, we agreed no hitting..." Fourth Uncle covered his face pitifully, as his wife scratched his handsome old face!

"You almost crushed my toes!" Wang Cuihua said, puffing with anger.

Suizi, propping her chin with her hand, leaned against the railing and watched her parents-in-law romp contentedly.

Yu Jingting, holding a large green onion, stood beside Suizi, wrapping his arm around her waist with a sigh.

"Which leg is Uncle Wang really limping on, the left or the right? He told our mom he sprained his left foot, but when I went out and saw him, he started dragging his right foot as soon as he saw me?"

Life is full of uncertainties.

Wang Cuihua’s original dance partner, Old Wang, suddenly "twisted his ankle" and couldn’t participate in the competition anymore.

But whether it was a real twisted ankle or he was bribed by Fourth Master with "cash power" to feign limping, only heaven, earth, Old Wang, and Fourth Master knew.

It’s clear that the "art of drawing circles" wasn’t only played slickly by Yu Jingting, but his dad was also good at it.

Everyone else had a dance partner, but Wang Cuihua was left alone.

For the sake of the big enamel basin prize, she could only have Fourth Master be her dance partner.

During the evening dance practice, Fourth Master stepped all over her feet, which triggered Wang Cuihua’s fiery temper; she retaliated by scratching Fourth Master whenever he stepped on her.

The couple both ended up with injuries.

"Mom, just give up. Dad’s feet are just not compatible with yours~" Yu Jingting shouted.

"Yeah, Cuihua, isn’t it just an enamel basin? I’ll buy ten, no, a hundred for you! Let’s not even talk about enamel basins; I could even get you a jade basin," Fourth Master pleaded while trying to appease his wife, clearly afraid of being scratched.

Wang Cuihua stood with her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed in anger.

"Is this about a basin? This is about dignity! If I don’t participate, won’t Mrs. Yin think I’m afraid of her?"

Mrs. Yin had a natural talent just like Wang Cuihua in the realm of dance— one was a former Yangge dance team captain, and the other was once revered as a divine dancer. There was a certain rivalry between the two, like two kings unwilling to see each other.

"How about I replace Dad?" Yu Jingting volunteered.

"A middle-aged competition, and you have the face to participate?!" With a resolute gaze toward Fourth Master, Cuihua took a step back. Her hand pressed against his waist as she expressed a tone of noble sacrifice.

"Keep practicing! That enamel basin, I’m going to claim it!"

Suizi quietly raised the sign in her hand; written on it with a brush were two big characters: Go for it~

Yu Jingting grinned at his wife.

Ever since this young mistress lost her ability to speak, her skill at being annoying had shot straight up.

The next day, as Suizi opened her eyes, she was greeted by a magnified, handsome face of Yu Jingting.

Yu Jingting, shirtless, looked at Suizi with bright, earnest eyes holding a hint of worry.

The doctor had said that Suizi couldn’t speak for three days, and today was the fourth day, which made Yu Jingting especially concerned.

He had been watching over Suizi early in the morning.

Suizi, yawning as she got up, saw the teeth marks on his shoulder and her mouth corners drooped slightly.

The guy, the previous night, had taken the pictures she drew and insisted on a one-to-one restoration, shamelessly not considering that Suizi had classes today, and stayed up until two in the morning.

Suizi thought about giving him a scare, moved her lips, but no sound came out.

Yu Jingting sprang up in alarm.

"Why can’t you still speak? Let’s rush to the hospital!"

He was ready to flip the table of that barefoot doctor — didn’t they say she could speak once her vocal cords were healed?

Suizi took out paper and pen from underneath her pillow with a pitiful look and wrote: I want to eat tangerines, let’s go after I’m done

"Wait there!" Yu Jingting threw on a vest and rushed out to get tangerines for his wife.

Suizi made a face at his retreating back and muttered softly, "Dumb as a doornail."

Love is blind, and Yu Jingting’s IQ had gone offline.

Yesterday, while they were being indecent, she had been softly chanting his name.

At that time, Suizi knew her throat was healed.

It was just that Yu Jingting cared about Suizi too much and overlooked the details, thinking she wasn’t yet recovered.

Suizi then wrote a whole lot on the paper.

She had tricked Yu Jingting around and around.

Yu Jingting was utterly obedient to her, just wanting to quickly take her to the hospital.

Suizi enjoyed playing the sick card too much; going to the hospital would reveal everything, wouldn’t it?