Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute
Chapter 164 Yang Guifen

Chapter 164: Chapter 164 Yang Guifen

"I didn’t see that coming, you’re pretty clever." Shen Mianmian didn’t skimp on the praise at all, and then she asked, "Aren’t you worried that if the stuff doesn’t sell and we’re left with it, I won’t be able to pay back the money?"

Lu Siyuan rolled his eyes and couldn’t be bothered to answer her question; in the moment he spoke up for Shen Mianmian, he really hadn’t considered that at all, always feeling that Shen Mianmian could handle it, but he didn’t plan to tell Shen Mianmian that, to prevent her from getting cocky.

When they returned to the Lu Family, Lu Siyuan insisted on cycling Shen Mianmian home. Shen Mianmian couldn’t talk him out of it, so she agreed.

Upon reaching the entrance of Zhao Family village, Shen Mianmian hopped off the bicycle and then took out a can of malted milk from her backpack and handed it to him.

"Give this to your grandpa, he looks like he needs nutrition even more than me," she said.

Old Master Lu looked like a very kind old man, and his health wasn’t good, needing it even more than she did. Besides, Lu Siyuan had helped her so much, a can of malted milk was really nothing.

The only thing that pained her a little was that the malted milk had been a gift from Brother He.

"Where did you get this from?" Lu Siyuan asked, a strange look on his face.

This stuff was expensive, and it was a frequently advertised brand; there was no way Shen Mianmian had the money for it, and Zhou Lanfang certainly wouldn’t buy it for her.

"Anyway, it wasn’t stolen," she said.

Shen Mianmian didn’t plan to tell him that it was from He Nan. She didn’t want to talk about her matters with Brother He with others.

"Keep it and drink it yourself. Du Xiaohui even said you’re as pale as a radish cub," said Lu Siyuan, his face full of aversion as he refused.

To him, the malted milk seemed very precious.

"You’re a man, why are you being so fussy?" Shen Mianmian glared at him impatiently, "I’m so young, what can’t I replenish? Your grandpa hardly has any teeth left, this will be good for him, and besides, I’m going to catch rides with you often, consider it fare."

After saying that, she stuffed the malted milk into his chest and turned to leave with a particularly carefree stride, fearing that if she turned around slower, she wouldn’t bear to give it to him.

She hadn’t mentioned Du Xiaohui to Lu Siyuan from the start to the end; knowing his temperament, if she said that Du Xiaohui was threatening her, he would definitely go trouble Du Xiaohui.

It hadn’t been a month yet, and there had already been two fights; if there was another fight, the principal really wouldn’t be able to overlook it.

Lu Siyuan stood there holding the malted milk, his gaze complex, as if lost in thought, and didn’t leave until Shen Mianmian’s figure was out of sight.

When Shen Mianmian got home, she saw a bicycle parked under the eaves, her gaze landed on its pedal that had a chunk missing, and her brow furrowed involuntarily—had her aunt come?

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she heard the voice of Yang Guifen chatting with her parents in the living room, Yang Guifen’s voice the loudest, as if afraid the neighbors wouldn’t hear, "Children should be disciplined early on, especially little girls. If you don’t manage them now, once they start running wild, you really won’t be able to control them."

Without a doubt, she was the subject of the discussion.

A flash of coldness crossed Shen Mianmian’s eyes. This aunt was always one to enjoy a spectacle and never thought things were too chaotic, a typical shrew. She had to put her two cents in on everyone’s business and had offended many people in the village.

In an age where people begrudged even the oil they put in their cooking, Yang Guifen was plump and well-fed, standing 1.58 meters tall and weighing 160 pounds. A few years ago, she had a fight with her husband and even made his mouth swell, needing to support her waist as she walked.

Yang Guifen had always disliked her, always speaking ill of her. Every time she came over, she would try to influence Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua’s opinions of her.

In the past, she was young, and Yang Guifen always thought she was oblivious, so she did not spare her from her provocations. She was timid and fearful of Yang Guifen and dared not talk back. But now, she was not going to indulge Yang Guifen anymore.