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Chapter 934 All Warm at Heart with Good Intentions (300+ Monthly Tickets Update)

Chapter 934: Chapter 934 All Warm at Heart with Good Intentions (300+ Monthly Tickets Update)

"I think he just hasn’t been beaten up enough, I’ll arrange for someone to go stir up trouble at his mother-in-law’s place, and give him a triple beating."

Yu Jingting felt that Dongbei was getting off too lightly and was still acting like a lowlife, oblivious to danger.

"You beat up whoever you want," Suizi said indifferently, the subtext being, each spouse takes revenge in their own way.

Suizi had picked out two books for Ma Dong from the bookstore, "A Leaf Falls Down" and "The Leaves in the Wind," both suitable for children to read.

She believed that with Ma Dong’s intelligence, after reading them he should understand what she was trying to convey. To make it look natural, Suizi arranged for him to read these two books to Little Luobo in the evening.

Passing by Little Luobo’s door, Jiaojiao listened for a while. As the oldest of the children in the family, she seemed to sense something.

She wanted to ask Suizi about it, but at that moment Suizi and Yu Jingting were behind closed doors, apparently discussing important matters.

Jiaojiao glanced at the time; it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.

She took out a flashlight and shone it toward the backyard.

Soon, light shone back from the direction of the backyard.

It looked like Little Fatty was still awake. Jiaojiao put on her coat, preparing to slip out through the back door.

Usually, the back door of the house was unlocked, but today, for some reason, it had been bolted from the inside.

"Where are you off to so late at night?" Sire suddenly appeared behind Jiaojiao, a friendly smile on his face.

"I have a problem I can’t figure out, I was going to discuss it with Little Fatty," Jiaojiao didn’t expect her dad to be there, and she had a strange feeling, as if he was just waiting to catch her in the act.

"You shouldn’t bother others so late at night. If you don’t understand something, ask your sister-in-law," Sire said, becoming even more amiable, patting his daughter’s head.

"Oh, right, I just remembered, Little Fatty doesn’t have grades as good as yours, does he?"

Jiaojiao was speechless with embarrassment, her dad’s sarcastic tone was quite something.

He wasn’t "just remembering"—he probably had been stewing on it for a while, hadn’t he?

Watching Jiaojiao go into the house, Sire stood with his hands on his hips, sneering at the iron gate. Heh, did those little rascals think they could outsmart him?

Of course, he couldn’t bear to criticize his own little cabbage, but as for the pig in the backyard eyeing the cabbage, he was far from courteous.

Sire went back inside and started rummaging for all the flashlights in the house, ready to modify them.

Wang Cuihua was completely baffled.

"What are you doing?"

"Bright flashlights are bad for the eyes, I’m changing to a dimmer bulb."

Ever since Sire found out his jade-playing bright flashlight was being used by Jiaojiao and Little Fatty as a "spy signal device," he’d been itching to tamper with the flashlight.

Wang Cuihua couldn’t grasp Sire’s sneaky intentions, sitting beside him and rambling on about family matters.

Whatever she saw or heard during the day, she always had to recount to him. Sire wasn’t annoyed by these mundane trifles, and occasionally he would insert his own opinions.

"I’m thinking, this time you go to the Border, I won’t join you."

"Hmm?" Sire, who was changing the bulb, looked up.

"Little Fatty has a competition coming up, right? Suizi said family members can’t be in the match room to avoid outside influences, but there’s a commentary hall at the competition site, where we as family members can still go."

Wang Cuihua thought there would also be radio and video recordings, maybe even a chance to appear on TV.

"..." Again with Little Fatty.

Sire wanted to stuff the light bulb into that little rascal’s mouth.

What chess match? Swallowing light bulbs and breaking stones on the chest—that’s what suited that bratty kid.

"Jiaojiao has also prepared a gift for Little Fatty these past few days," Wang Cuihua whispered, leaning close to Sire’s ear, "and she even prepared two of them."

"What the hell?!" Sire turned sour.

He, as her real dad, hadn’t gotten a single one. Why should Little Fatty get two gifts from his daughter?

"I guess one is a prize for doing well as an encouragement, and the other is a consolation prize for failing to perform because I’ve seen Suizi prepare the same way, heh, Jiaojiao is becoming more and more like her sister-in-law,"

Wang Cuihua was very satisfied. Her maiden was now handling things with the style of Suizi, really steady.

"Right, should we also prepare a gift for Little Fatty? The child is going to bring glory to the nation, don’t you have a well-known pendant of ’Cicada’?"

The "Cicada" that Wang Cuihua spoke of in Dongbei dialect means ’Cicada’.

In jade carving, a cicada signifies "making a name with a single brilliant performance," implying great auspice.

Fourth Master searched high and low for the best piece of material, grumbling unwillingly as he spoke, "Fine, we can give it to him, but only if he brings glory to the nation by winning a good ranking. If he doesn’t win a ranking—"

Before he could finish his lecture, Wang Cuihua, like a whirlwind, snatched the box from his hands and took it away.

"Whether he wins or not, we’ll still give it. How old is Little Fatty? Just by sitting there representing the country, he’s already doing well. He’s a good kid whether he places or not. Why don’t you go play a game too?"

"...Wife, when you praise that brat, can you not step on me? He’s impressive because he can play chess? I gamble on stones, can he do that?"

Inside, the more Jiaojiao thought about it, the angrier she got. She was tempted to climb over the wall to vent her anger at her dad but then thought that her cunning old dad might have anticipated it and could be waiting to catch her, which would be troubling. Then a noise at the window.

A paper airplane hit the glass and fell onto the windowsill.

Jiaojiao opened the window and saw Little Fatty’s head over the wall. He waved at her, then let go and walked away.

Jiaojiao smiled, picked up the paper airplane, and unfolded it to find just one line of text: Let’s talk tomorrow, sleep early and wake up early, study hard

Jiaojiao looked at the words and burst out laughing—Little Fatty was even more fatherly than her own dad.

Suizi and Yu Jingting closed the door to discuss Li Tieguang’s matter, deciding to fight trickery with trickery.

Li Tieguang thought Ma Dong was a clueless kid and never expected that Ma Dong told Suizi everything.

So they decided to exploit this, feeding Li Tieguang false information.

The documents Ma Dong saw were procurement quotes from Yu Jingting’s trading company.

Recently Yu Jingting had been importing office supplies and had cooperated with various units in Beijing; the data itself wasn’t confidential, and it would be useless even if the other party got their hands on it.

Therefore, Suizi judged that this was Li Tieguang testing Ma Dong, trying to see if the boy could be used.

In simpler terms, the other party was sounding out the situation.

They decided to let Ma Dong call Li Tieguang to see what the other side would do next.

Ma Dong came out of the boy and girl twins’ room with red eyes, clutching a book.

The twins were already asleep, but his emotions were unsettled for a long time.

As he was about to look for Suizi, he saw that she was already waiting at the door for him.

"Come into my room," Suizi said, seeing the child’s expression and guessing he might have understood.

Sure enough, once inside, Ma Dong got straight to the point.

"Just tell me straight, is my granny..."

"Yes, like the leaves in the wind, fallen to the ground, turning into nourishment—this is the repetition of seasons, and also the repetition of life. Every one of us will go through this."

"So, even if I earned money, I couldn’t save her?"

Suizi hesitated for a moment, then still nodded her head.

"Meeting and parting are all experiences."

Ma Dong was silent for a long time, so long that Suizi wanted to hug him, to offer this pitiful child a bit of warmth.

It took a long while before Ma Dong lifted his red eyes and said with a nasal voice,

"So she’ll meet my parents and reunite with them, right?"

Where there is goodwill, warmth prevails everywhere.