I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 894: Watch My Move, Catching a Turtle in a Jar

Chapter 894: Chapter 894: Watch My Move, Catching a Turtle in a Jar

Outside the courtyard, Sire Chen’s face darkened as he listened to Yu Jingting finish speaking, his expression eased only then.

"Old man, you don’t really think it’s our Jiaojiao who’s pregnant, do you?" Yu Jingting asked knowingly.

Sire Chen coughed twice, annoyed and embarrassed.

"How could my daughter possibly be that kind of reckless child!"

Yu Jingting curled his lip. Oh, what an act!

That old man was so frightened by his wife’s words that he skipped his meal and ran out to interrogate him, worrying Jiaojiao was the target of Suizi’s hints.

Since the lice weren’t on his own head, Sire Chen wasn’t itching anymore.

"I’m quite relieved to leave this matter to your wife. It’s also time for Jiaojiao to understand which friends she can make and which she can’t."

Sire Chen had complete confidence in Suizi’s ability to handle things.

If Suizi was meddling in this matter, there would be no problem.

"You weren’t acting so assuredly just now—hey, can’t we talk about this without you getting physical?"

Sire Chen, after kicking his son, pulled a box out of his pocket and tossed it to Yu Jingting.

"Give this to Suizi tonight, tell her to keep it safe."

Yu Jingting opened it and glanced inside, it was a gold key the length of a forefinger, adorned with various gems and looking like a pendant.

He didn’t think much of it, assuming it was Sire Chen’s reward for Suizi, and he pocketed it without hesitation.

It would be two months before he and Suizi realized what it was. The couple dumbfounded, realizing they had been outwitted by her crafty father... But that’s a story for later.

Suizi had given Jiaojiao a hint, and seeing that the little girl had taken the lesson to heart, she said no more.

When it came to educating the children, she never fully disclosed the reasoning to them. She would only lightly draw a guiding line when they stumbled upon a difficult point.

Thus, each child in the family had the ability to think independently, learning to distinguish right from wrong and understand the difference between good and evil through repeated practice.

After dinner, it was the unchangeable TV drama time for the duo of middle-aged women.

Sire Chen, who had been kicked out for criticizing the plot, was pruning the bushes in the courtyard with a pair of scissors in hand, a disdainful expression on his face.

When Fan Huang arrived, he saw his father-in-law working coolly, with Little Luobo mimicking his grandfather like a guard, also holding a pair of children’s scissors, trimming leaves.

Despite the messy result, Sire Chen didn’t scold but praised them for working hard; such was the affinity between grandparents and grandchildren.

"Where’s Suizi?" Fan Huang asked.

"Dad, are you looking for me?" Suizi called out from the rooftop.

She and Yu Jingting were sitting on a mat on the roof, enjoying the moon and sipping tea.

"Aren’t you afraid of mosquitoes?" Fan Huang raised an eyebrow; these two kids really knew how to enjoy life.

Yu Jingting came out from behind Suizi with a grin, holding a plate of mosquito coils in his hand.

The fighting power of autumn mosquitoes was already low, and a single mosquito coil did the trick.

"Come down, I’ve got something to discuss with you."

Fan Huang came this time to talk to Suizi about accompanying Chen Lijun for her antenatal check-ups.

He wanted to make time to be there himself, but his workload had recently become too much, and on that day, he had foreign guests to entertain and could not get away.

He could only entrust his daughter to accompany Lijun, as she was the person he trusted most. He could have asked someone from his staff to accompany her, but it somehow didn’t feel as reliable as having a family member there.

Suizi had guessed it would be like this and expressed understanding.

Given the nature of her dad’s job, being busy was the norm; spending all day with his wife and kids would have been abnormal.

She could make some time from school to replace her dad.

Fan Huang tasked her with some matters to pay attention to and then took a small notebook out of his pocket for Suizi.

When Suizi opened it, a recipe book?

"Your mom is very picky about food. When she doesn’t want to eat, have the nanny cook for her according to this, and after it’s done, taste it to see if the flavors are right," he said.

Preparing meals had always been Fan Huang’s job, but now that he was stretched too thin and worried about his pregnant daughter-in-law not eating well, he hired a nanny but was still not at ease, so he came to ask his maiden to supervise the work.

"Alright, no need for a nanny then, I’ll do it," Suizi, understanding what her dad meant, offered helpfully.

This was, of course, the best solution. Fan Huang breathed a sigh of relief—having a considerate maiden was truly a blessing.

After finishing the serious discussions and just before leaving, he seemed to remember something else and took out a stack of hot spring resort vouchers from his pocket.

"These were given by my work unit. Take the family for a vacation during the National Day holidays. I’ve asked the doctor, and your mom can soak for a short while but definitely not for long. She’s been agitated at home lately; it’d be good for all of you to accompany her and relax a bit," he said.

There really were quite a few of these vouchers, a stack of over twenty. Even counting the whole Suizi family, they wouldn’t be able to use them all up.

After her dad had gone back, Suizi talked to herself looking at that stack of vouchers:

"Men being busy with work is never an excuse for neglecting the family. I don’t believe anyone could be busier than my dad."

"Like me, for example. Busy with work, but I haven’t forgotten to make progress together with my wife—wife, I’ve noticed there are a few good ’styles’ in your copied book that we haven’t tried yet, shall we?" he said.

Suizi chuckled and was ready to give him a ’knock’ to wake up his dirty soul when the phone rang.

It was from Yang Laodi, with results from the investigation into Chen Lun.

What Yu Jingting and his wife did not expect was that Chen Lun’s family had already known about his dating.

But the mystery lay in the fact that Chen Lun’s parents not only failed to realize the severity of the situation; they bragged to anyone who would listen about their son’s charm.

Yang Laodi had been able to find out about this so easily because his girlfriend worked in the same place as Chen Lun’s mom.

Chen Lun’s mom, a small-time leader, had been boasting around the factory lately. In her words, her son, as worthless as dog crap, had somehow become a reincarnation of Pan An, with plenty of girls willing to throw themselves at him.

Yu Jingting hung up the phone feeling utterly disgusted.

"What kind of crappy values are these? Damn!" he exclaimed.

If his son was engaging in that sort of behavior with young girls in junior high instead of focusing on his studies, he would have broken three belts disciplining him.

Yet, this absurd mother failed to see the problem’s seriousness and reveled in her son’s supposed "charm."

"These people, they just wear human skin and pretend to be human. They haven’t evolved properly. I grew up on the streets and have better sense than her," he said.

"Don’t put yourself down like that. Is someone like her, trashy as she is, even worthy of comparison to you? You’ve never given me any reason to worry about your behavior," she replied.

Suizi was also extremely annoyed with Chen Lun’s family’s behavior.

"This little rascal, if left to run wild, will cause big trouble sooner or later. Might as well send him to the Working School too. Keep Chen Tong company. Check if the Chen Family has any other wastrels and send them all there," she said.

Suizi really shouldn’t have to deal with this mess, but it was, after all, her mother’s family. The family was a collective. If they ended up raising a bunch of idiots to threaten society, it would reflect poorly on her parents. It might be better to straighten things out now.

Tie up all those underage rascals together, throw them in and hammer them into shape. The Working School isn’t a juvenile detention center; coming out won’t leave them with a criminal record, and it won’t affect their future service or employment prospects.

Yu Jingting thought this was a good idea. Making an example of one might serve as a warning to the others, and giving them a shake-up wouldn’t be a bad thing. However, without the girl’s family stepping forward, for him and Suizi to directly intervene would be improper.

"Isn’t there this?" Suizi raised the hot spring vouchers her dad had given her. If she couldn’t control these little rascals with a move like catching a turtle in a jar, she might as well write her name, Chen Hansui, backwards.