I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 881: Where Did the Confidence Come From to Deceive a Crafty Person?

Chapter 881: Chapter 881: Where Did the Confidence Come From to Deceive a Crafty Person?

Yu Jingting had a pretty good understanding of all the relatives.

Although Chen Lun was a typical naughty kid, his family would not fail to tell him not to mess with Yu Jiaojiao at school.

Everyone knew how much Suizi valued Jiaojiao, and such domestic dramas of discord between aunt and niece wouldn’t play out in her house.

Speaking of aunt and niece, she was actually raised as Suizi’s own child, taught everything from words to deeds and virtues right from her childhood, with more care than even Jiaojiao’s own brother. To offend Jiaojiao was tantamount to offending Chen Hansui and her husband.

"Getting Jiaojiao to spill the beans is impossible, her lips are tighter than a clam’s."

The situation now was that Chen Lun didn’t know how he had offended Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao was a principled kid, if she didn’t want to talk, no one could open her mouth.

Seeing how adeptly Jiaojiao diverted the conversation by having Little Luobo play dead on the ground, it was clear she wouldn’t tell.

That’s where the problem was stuck.

"Since we can’t get anywhere with Jiaojiao as a starting point, let’s investigate Chen Lun to see what he’s been up to recently," suggested Yu Jingting.

This way, they could analyze what interactions he had with Jiaojiao.

Suizi nodded in agreement, deciding to do just that.

In the house, Little Luobo’s mom and Wang Cuihua were at a loss over what to do about Little Luobo lying on the ground.

Jiaojiao sat on the tiled floor, shaking Little Luobo by the shoulders.

"Little Luobo! Luobo~! Are you okay?"

"....." Little Luobo’s eyes were closed and the corners of his mouth turned downwards, whether he was okay or not, was it not up to her?

If Jiaojiao didn’t let him get up, he had to continue the act.

"How do we handle this—Tiegen! Hurry and come inside!" Wang Cuihua called out anxiously for her son.

Yu Jingting and Suizi walked in one after the other, with Wang Cuihua pointing at Little Luobo lying on the floor.

"Tiegen, pick him up and take him to the hospital, quick."

"I have a great way to deal with a kid who has fainted—wife, lend me your hairpin, and let me poke it into the boy’s tailbone. It’s a cure-all!"

Little Luobo tensed up.

Geez, if that thing really poked down... would he still be in good shape?

But Jiaojiao hadn’t allowed him to get up yet, so Little Luobo had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue playing dead.

Suizi cooperatively removed her hairpin and even provided commentary.

"To make it stronger, I’ve wrapped the tip of the jade hairpin with silver wire; poking it down will have a better effect."

"???" Little Luobo kept his eyes tightly shut, but sweat beads appeared on the tip of his nose.

Still, he didn’t move an inch.

Even Yu Jingting had to admire the kid’s grit; he was pretty tough.

When Jiaojiao saw Yu Jingting was about to poke, she hurried over to stop him.

"Brother, don’t mess around! What if you disable him by poking?"

"No worries, bitter medicine is good for health, watch my ’Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens’ needle trick!" Yu Jingting pretended to poke, but Jiaojiao lunged and bit his hand.

"Ow! Were you born in the Year of the Dog?!" Yu Jingting yelped as she bit him, loosening his grip; Suizi quickly stepped forward.

Yu Jingting was touched, see, it had to be his own wife!

She knew to protect him at the critical moment—the hairpin in his hand?

Suizi snatched the hairpin from his hand, fearing he might drop it, and carefully placed it back on her head with a long, relieved sigh.

"Wife... I’m still being bitten, okay?!" Yu Jingting covered his chest with one hand and made a flicking motion towards Jiaojiao’s forehead with the other.

"Ah, what’s going on? Where am I?" Little Luobo could no longer keep up the act, really afraid that this brother and sister would start fighting.

He sat up from the ground, pressing his head with one hand, and forcefully churned out his acting skills.

"Awake?" Yu Jingting looked at the chubby boy with a smile.

The chubby boy’s head buzzed as he saw that expression.

Where on earth did Jiaojiao get the confidence that she could fool the cunning pair that was her brother and sister-in-law?

"Yeah, I think I’m all better now and can go back," the chubby boy guessed that Yu Jingting and his wife already knew he was faking it, but now that things had gotten this far, he had to continue with his act.

Several young people tacitly understood the situation, while the two middle-aged women were still worried sick, one suggesting to go to the hospital, and the other calling for a comprehensive check-up.

The chubby boy, scared, found an excuse and hurried back home.

Jiaojiao was nervous and fearful that Suizi might call her in for a talk and used practicing the piano as an excuse to hide away in the piano room without coming out.

Time passed until Little Luobo came home from school. Hearing Suizi inquire about any fun happenings at the kindergarten with the kids, as if she had already forgotten about her, Jiaojiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Every day, Tiegen would visit his maiden daughter in the piano room to listen to her play the piano... and possibly take a nap under the pretense of artistic appreciation.

Today was no exception.

Upon seeing the scratch marks on his maiden daughter’s face, Tiegen was instantly enraged.

"What happened here? Yu Tiegen, come here!"

Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, ah, just when she thought she was in the clear, everything had circled back to the starting point.

Tiegen grilled Yu Jingting with a stern face, his beloved Jiaojiao had been bullied, and Tiegen couldn’t tolerate it.

Jiaojiao pricked up her ears, and just as Yu Jingting started explaining, Suizi came in.

"I made jelly noodles, come out and eat some."

"I don’t feel like eating, I—" Jiaojiao wanted to hear what her brother would say, but upon meeting Suizi’s clear eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

Ai Ma, that look in her sister-in-law’s eyes was terrifying.

"Are you really not going to eat?"

"Well, actually, some jelly noodles would be nice, haha..." Jiaojiao caved.

Suizi’s eyes returned to their usual smiling expression, and she led Jiaojiao out.

The jelly noodles Suizi made were particularly delicious, springy and smooth, and normally Jiaojiao could boast of downing two bowls all by herself.

Now, however, she had no appetite and kept glancing towards the piano room.

The piano room was soundproof, once the door was closed, one couldn’t hear anything from inside.

"Jiaojiao, has your school recently—" Suizi began, but Jiaojiao jumped like a startled bird.

"Nothing’s wrong, everything at school is going well, business as usual!"

"I wasn’t asking you about that, I wanted to know, does your school have a performance coming up at the Cultural Palace?"

As National Day approached, the school would have a performance before the holiday break, usually using the space at the Cultural Palace, mainly for student audience.

But for parents like Suizi and her husband who donated teaching materials to the school and made special contributions, they could also attend the performance.

Yu Jingting donated various kinds of balls—basketballs, footballs, volleyballs—to the school in his personal name. Supporting education was a habit he had back in his hometown, but now, he no longer needed to shamefully print ads on the balls; it was purely altruistic.

"Oh, yes, that’s happening, are you coming, sister-in-law?" Jiaojiao relaxed upon hearing her inquire about this.

"Of course, I wouldn’t miss any step of your growth. I’ll attend your performance in the morning, and in the afternoon Little Luobo’s kindergarten has a singing contest. Your brother and I volunteered to go and photograph it for free."

The kindergarten performance wasn’t open to parents, nor was there an opportunity to donate.

But who said it’s hard to curry favor with the teachers?

Offering camera and film for free to take photos for the whole class, providing a full service including developing and distributing photos—who could refuse such generous offers from parents?

Hearing Suizi say this, Jiaojiao’s guilt surged.

Her sister-in-law had been truly devoted to her, yet she had to keep secrets from her... Her conscience was uneasy.

Suizi noticed every subtle change in Jiaojiao’s expression, mission to win over the heart, accomplished.