Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute -
Chapter 321 She’s Like a Princess
Chapter 321: Chapter 321 She’s Like a Princess
"Now that both my sister and I are in school, there’s quite a bit of financial pressure at home, so if I can mend these clothes and still wear them, I don’t mention it," Zhou Siyu said.
"You child..." Zhou Lanfang felt incredibly heartbroken, "Why didn’t you tell me? No matter how strapped we are for cash, your Auntie can’t let you wear torn clothes!"
When Zhou Siyu was younger, she never allowed her to wear clothes that were torn, let alone now that the child was grown.
But buying new clothes would cost quite a sum. A flash of calculation went through her eyes as she whispered, "That wild child just bought her clothes today, they’re brand new. I’ll have her switch with you."
Zhou Lanfang thought this was a good idea and was glad she hadn’t let the wild child return her clothes earlier.
Zhou Siyu subconsciously touched her hair, "Auntie, I’m much taller than my sister, and her clothes are too small for me."
"Did you try them on?"
"I did. The sleeves are all too short," Zhou Siyu said. Her lies were as convincing as the truth, and Zhou Lanfang believed her every time without ever verifying, so Zhou Siyu never felt guilty about lying.
"..."
Zhou Lanfang’s heart began to struggle fiercely. The family had all gotten new additions before the New Year, spending a considerable amount of money. Jianhua’s wages would only be settled in full at the end of the construction project, and there wasn’t much idle cash at home right now.
If she bought clothes for Zhou Siyu now, it would be another big expense, and she felt the pinch.
But not to buy would be tough!
She felt a bit sorry for her niece.
"Auntie, I know the family’s situation, so I don’t compare myself with others. If people talk, let them talk!" Zhou Siyu smiled understandingly, "I was just a bit down before, but now that I think about it, it’s really nothing."
This move was simply the ace up her sleeve.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Lanfang immediately gritted her teeth and said, "No, that won’t do. My Siyu can’t be dressed worse than anyone else. If that wild child can wear new clothes, then so must you. Tomorrow, your auntie will take you to buy new clothes."
As soon as she said it, she felt a pain in her pocket, but she didn’t regret it.
Spending more now meant more rewards later.
Those who hate to dress up their daughters are only preparing them to marry country bumpkins. Siyu was different; Siyu was meant to marry someone from the city.
Having achieved her goal, Zhou Siyu felt secretly delighted, but she said, "Auntie, let’s forget it! A set of clothes costs at least more than ten yuan. The family’s situation isn’t great right now, it’s still...".
"That little amount won’t make a difference. As long as you study hard and get into university, no matter how much money your auntie spends, it will all be worth it."
"Auntie, I knew you loved me the most," Zhou Siyu hugged Zhou Lanfang, deeply moved, "If anyone says I don’t have parents who care for me, I’ll say I have an auntie who does."
Those words hit home for Zhou Lanfang. She had just been worried about the money, but now she felt like giving her all.
Zhou Siyu also got to wear new clothes and her mood improved. Full and content, she ran to her room to flaunt in front of Shen Mianmian.
"Sis, Auntie promised to buy me new clothes tomorrow."
Shen Mianmian replied calmly, "I already knew."
She had heard their entire conversation clearly from outside but didn’t mind. As long as Zhou Siyu didn’t set her sights on her clothes, Shen Mianmian didn’t care what she bought.
Seeing Shen Mianmian not the least bit jealous, the joy in Zhou Siyu’s heart suddenly faded.
She truly despised Shen Mianmian, that unaffected demeanor made her look like a country bumpkin while Mianmian seemed like a lofty princess, dismissing everything as beneath her.
This feeling drove her crazy.
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