I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 324 Soothing Grass

Chapter 324: Chapter 324 Soothing Grass

Even then, she had thought that maybe, after having a child, the relationship might improve, but she never expected this day to come so soon.

Xiu Yu was the son of Brother Shanzi and Meng Siqi.

She couldn’t pick out any flaws in him, but just the thought of one day meeting Meng Siqi and He Shan always felt awkward.

However, all of this tension was alleviated by Wu Xiucai in just a few words.

Then, with a smile in his eyes, Xiu Yu naturally called out, "Mom and Dad."

Luckily, Wu Xiucai had prepped them in advance, so Qiao Zhicai stiffly took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Xiu Yu; in the North, this was known as "acknowledgement money." Once you’ve changed your address to "Dad and Mom," then you’re truly family. Xiu Yu took the red envelope and put it in his pocket, finally feeling at ease.

However, deep down, he still had some worries about going back to Beijing in a few days. Would his mother give Qiao Qingyu a hard time?

That couldn’t happen; he didn’t want Qiao Qingyu to be wronged.

Qiao Qingyu handed the box containing the bracelet to Wu Xiucai.

Taking it and glancing inside, Wu Xiucai’s expression turned angry, but he suppressed it, scoffing coldly, "That damned woman is still a thief, even stealing the box."

As he said this, he opened the box, pulled out the Jade Bracelet, and after a long look, he sighed, his face tinged with sadness, yet he quickly masked it, handing both the box and the Jade Bracelet to Wu Qianyun, "Ah Yun, this is a piece of jade your mother came across when you were two. She said the jade was good and wanted it to be part of the dowry for my family’s Ah Yun. From that piece of jade, two bracelets and a Jade Pendant were made..."

Wu Qianyun had no recollection of her mother.

Yet, she felt her mother’s love for her at all times.

She looked at the bracelet and lowered her head.

Wu Xiucai hastily burst into laughter again, "Keep it, you see, what’s yours will come back to you, hasn’t it returned now? That damned woman managed to produce a clever son."

After saying this, he shifted the topic and pointed at the basket Qiao Qingyu was carrying, "So this is the ’Soothing Grass’ you mentioned."

"Yes," Qiao Qingyu replied, opening the basket. Secretary Chang quickly took two flowerpots and opened the plastic wrap, transferring the Soothing Grass and soil into the pots.

The pots were delicate, made of porcelain, adorned with blue peonies.

Qiao Qingyu placed the pots on the nightstand in Wu Xiucai’s bedroom and, turning to Wu Xiucai standing behind her, spoke, "Grandpa, it’s worth a shot, either way, it won’t harm you."

Wu Xiucai smiled warmly. He wasn’t too concerned, but his granddaughter had brought him two pots of Soothing Grass all the way from afar, which, of course, touched him deeply.

What Wu Xiucai couldn’t fathom was that he, who had suffered from months of consecutive insomnia, slept very well that night.

Those who sleep well can never understand the agony of insomnia.

In severe cases, one’s eyes just refuse to close, and the inability to sleep is so distressing that one almost wishes to go mad.

Although Wu Xiucai wasn’t that bad, his decades of insomnia had tormented him for a long time. It was a long-standing ailment that began the year they lost Qianyun. He had managed to endure thanks to divine intervention and sheer determination.

Plus, some medical treatment. However, the effects weren’t great. Eventually, he developed a resistance to sleeping pills.

When Wu Xiucai woke up it was seven in the morning. He thought about it—the time he went to sleep last night must have been around ten.

Reflecting carefully, he didn’t toss and turn. He read for a while, then rested with closed eyes, and next thing he knew, it was the current time.

He stared blankly at the two pots of verdant Soothing Grass on the nightstand.

The old man also had a personal secretary by his side, who came with him from the United States; in his thirties, a composed individual, much like Secretary Chang.

Usually, the old man would start stirring around two in the morning.

But he wouldn’t get up, just turn on the bedside lamp to read some books or look over documents.

And he would bring the old man a cup of warm Calming Soup.

So he could rest a bit more before dawn.

But from the time the old man fell asleep yesterday to six o’clock this morning, the bedroom lights never turned on, and he even peeked in to find the old man still fast asleep.

That’s why Secretary Liang was very shocked and surprised.

But at the same time, he was happy.

At this moment, hearing some noise from inside the room, he quickly went in, and Wu Xiucai muttered, "Xiao Liang, I actually fell asleep last night."

"Old man, it really is great; your complexion looks very good this morning."

"Good, good, good," the old man repeated several times, then happily added, "Today is the New Year’s Eve, our family’s first reunion festival."

The old man stood up with joy, then Wu Qianyun also walked in.

Pointing at the Soothing Grass by the bedside, Wu Xiucai said, "Take good care of it, Ah Yun, this is really good stuff. Last night I slept through till now, sigh, I haven’t had this feeling for so many years, it’s truly blissful."

So, these two pots of Soothing Grass became treasures.

Qiao Zhicai was carefree; his heart wasn’t deep, shallow indeed, holding his wife and daughter almost filled it to the brim, so Qiao Zhicai didn’t know what insomnia was.

Han Xianglan had been preoccupied with many thoughts recently, so a few stalks were transplanted from those pots and placed by her bedside.

Out of the fifty or more plants of Soothing Grass that Qiao Qingyu had grown, once they got a bit larger, they would be moved out.

Qiao Qingyu was also very pleased.

The seeds from the lab were indeed extraordinary.

And these pots of Soothing Grass became the Wu Family’s most important possessions, no exaggeration to say, since then, Wu Xiucai never suffered from insomnia again.

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It was Qiao Qingyu’s second Spring Festival in this world.

The festive atmosphere in Yun City was also intense. Red lanterns hung in streets and alleys, and every household had red couplets and fortune characters plastered on.

The popping sounds of fireworks and firecrackers were continuous since they hadn’t been banned.

But some customs were different from those in the north, yet Wu Xiucai followed the northern traditions anyway, which delighted the old man. Since Wu Qianyun went missing and Lin Wanjun died, he hadn’t had a truly happy moment.

Now he felt it was complete.

After eating the New Year’s Eve dinner, Doudou and Feifei took Rongrong out to see the lanterns.

They wouldn’t go far, just out front of their own home. Then Secretary Chang and Wu Tai were also outside like children, following them and setting off firecrackers. Last year they also had New Year’s here, but it was quiet and cold, not even firecrackers were lit, so this year the Wu Family’s door was particularly lively.

Taking advantage of the break, He Xiuyu checked on Qiao Shengbao’s studies.

Qiao Qingyu was busy kneading dough and preparing dumpling filling, ready to make dumplings in the evening.

By eight o’clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark, and a car stopped at the door.

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