I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 242: She Wants to Be Your Stepmother!

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: She Wants to Be Your Stepmother!

Daji whispered from behind, "Rongrong, why hasn’t Xiao Hu come back yet?"

"I guess that woman surnamed Chu has probably run out of sugar tickets," Dashun said with schadenfreude.

They were squatting not far from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Chu Ying squatted in front of Xiao Hu, stuffing sugar cubes into his pocket and instructing him, "Auntie has used up all her sugar tickets for this year, but Auntie will find a way. You must also keep the promise you made to Auntie, okay?"

"Don’t worry, Aunt Chu, I, Li Mingguang, guarantee I will take good care of He Xuerong," Li Mingguang patted his chest to assure her, but there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He had thought this extravagant Aunt Chu had a lot of good stuff, but as it turned out, she ran out of both sugar and pastry tickets.

He smiled sweetly, "Aunt Chu, I’m going to find Rongrong now."

Chu Ying stood up. During this period, not only had she used up her own sugar and pastry tickets, but she had also obtained some from the other three people who came with her.

She originally wanted to give them directly to He Xuerong, but the little girl’s eyes held such obvious hostility when she saw her that Chu Ying didn’t dare to approach, fearing it might backfire.

Knowing that Li Mingguang got along best with He Xuerong, she always contacted Li Mingguang.

She just hoped that these kids would treat poor Rongrong well.

With a sense of accomplishment, Chu Ying turned and left.

Xiao Hu was running when he stopped, turned his head to look back, his shiny black eyes rolled, and then he continued to run towards where He Xuerong and the others were hiding.

It was a bit cold, and their breaths formed clouds as they spoke.

Xiao Hu handed over the sugar cubes to He Xuerong, and then she divided them up, giving each of the three kids two pieces.

He Xuerong held the sugar cubes in her hand; they were new orange-flavored candies from the supply and marketing cooperative, sweet and delicious.

There was sugar at home, but the little aunt was particularly strict.

It was only here at the big wall that she could eat as she pleased.

She asked Li Mingguang, "Xiao Hu, do you know what she’s up to?"

"I know. This time I finally figured out what she’s up to," Xiao Hu said proudly with a candy in his mouth.

He Xuerong perked up and asked urgently, "Is she trying to be my little aunt?"

Li Mingguang shook his head, "No."

"Then what does she want?"

"She wants to be your step-mother!"

Li Mingguang’s revelation was startling, and Dashun and Daji, with sugar cubes in their mouths, opened their mouths wide in surprise. As kids, the term step-mother was all too familiar.

The elders would mention it, and their own mothers would often use it to scare them; it was not unfamiliar.

Daji’s drool was flowing out.

The sugar cube in He Xuerong’s hand dropped to the ground with a plop.

Quickly sucking his drool back in, Daji hurriedly picked up the sugar cube, brushed off the dirt, and offered it to He Xuerong.

He Xuerong’s little face turned pale; she was somewhat dazed.

Even though she was smart, she had never imagined that the woman surnamed Chu would want to be her step-mother!

...

Today was Sunday, so He Xiuyu came back earlier than usual, bringing in a chill with him. However, his eyes softened the moment he saw Qiao Qingyu.

Qiao Qingyu quickly pulled him into her room, He Xiuyu misunderstood and thought Qiao Qingyu wanted to kiss, hurriedly lowering his businesslike voice, "Rongrong is still here, wait until she falls asleep tonight."

Qiao Qingyu stretched out her hand and smacked his arm, "What are you thinking? I want to show you a box of stuff."

Then she pushed open the bedroom door, where Rongrong had long since returned to normal, casually reading a comic book on the kang bed.

She looked up, sweetly greeted her little uncle, and then lowered her head, thinking to herself, she hadn’t expected there to still be women who liked her dad.

The words ’dad’ were both foreign and familiar to her, and when she thought of them, they stirred no more feelings than the word ’mom.’

She pursed her lips.

The two adults naturally didn’t notice Rongrong’s small gesture, and Qiao Qingyu pointed out the notes and materials already packed in a wooden box to He Xiuyu, "This was given to me by Huang Ling, do you know who her father is?"

"Who is he?"

"He’s Huang Guohua." Qiao Qingyu then asked, "Do you know him?"

While flipping through the notes and materials in the box, He Xiuyu nodded, "I’ve heard of him."

Back then, he and Professor Feng were the two most famous agricultural scientists.

Professor Huang spent more time in the Southern areas, while Professor Feng spent most of his time in the North.

Standing beside him, Qiao Qingyu said, "I suppose now that my Breeding Laboratory and the contracted wasteland have been sorted out, she decided to bring these things out. Did she just remember, or does she have something to ask me?"

"What do you think she might want?"

"She wants to divorce Mr. Zhao. And she hasn’t been able to get it done."

Qiao Qingyu followed up with, "What kind of person is Mr. Zhao?"

After pondering for a moment, He Xiuyu nodded, "At least from what I’ve seen so far, he seems alright."

But he added, "However, I don’t know much about his family life."

He Xiuyu put the items back in their place, knowing that this information was valuable, but there was no such thing as a free lunch, "You shouldn’t get involved in this. I’ll handle it."

"You’re responsible for the technical side, not the Women’s Federation. Forget it, don’t get involved; it’s not good for you. I’ll talk to Director Shen after I find out more."

Even though Qiao Qingyu hadn’t thoroughly examined the notes and materials, she largely understood the significance. Indeed, there was a lot of data on crops, vegetables, and fruit trees from the Southern regions, but the North also had its share, including data from the routine soil tests of the five years after planting trees in the deserts of Xichuan.

This was a significant gift, Qiao Qingyu smirked.

...

At the Xichuan hotel, Wu Xiujie’s expression was very grim. Although it seemed everything went smoothly for him since returning to the country, in reality, he hadn’t managed to accomplish any of his goals, except for confirming that Han Xianglan and his little aunt did not have a father-daughter relationship.

Beside him, Wu Peng handed an envelope to Wu Xiujie, "Father, how should we deal with this knot?"

Wu Xiujie stared at the envelope with disgust and waved his hand, "Throw it away."

Wu Peng scrunched up the envelope and tossed it into the trash can.

"Little Uncle is coming back to the country soon, what should we do now?"

"Wait and see." Wu Xiujie’s face remained dark as he spoke these four words after a long silence.

Wu Xiucai, having settled his business affairs, disappointedly stared at a letter. It was a message from his homeland informing him that Han Xianglan was not his daughter. Hearing this, his heart felt empty once again.

But even so, he would not give up.

...

He Xuerong and Li Mingguang had been scheming for several days. They had drained Chu Ying financially, and though she had underhanded motives, if the adults found out, they were sure to be punished.

So, on Wednesday morning, the three children strutted into the Big White Building.

It happened to be during a meeting.

They normally wouldn’t have been able to get in so easily, but they ran into Director Xie. He Xuerong calmly told Director Xie they were there to report a problem to Grandpa Wei.