Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s
Chapter 871 - 872 Conflict at the Door

Chapter 871: Chapter 872 Conflict at the Door

"Hmm, it’s a bit troublesome, but it’ll settle things once and for all," Meng Xinian said. "When the time comes, just use that name to issue two leases and get grandfather to sign them, pretending you rented the house."

That would be the best scenario!

Chiang Xiao couldn’t help but compliment him, "Brother Xinian, you’re amazing!"

Meng Xinian looked at her with a half-smile, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, you’re only calling me Brother Xinian because you’re in a good mood, right?"

Usually, she’d call him Tyrant Meng or bluntly by his full name.

Chiang Xiao blinked.

She had also come up with two other nicknames for him, Three-years-old Meng and Vinegar Pot Meng!

Once they got to the county town, Meng Xinian didn’t play the injured soldier anymore.

They drove first to the neighborhood.

"Should we go up and take a look first?" Chiang Xiao pointed at the second floor. In less than half a year, the rose she’d planted had drooped down with branches of flowers, almost creating the feel of a flower wall from a distance.

The plants grown in Space were just different.

"Let’s go pay New Year’s visits to the principal and teachers first. We’ll have to come back here tonight anyway," Meng Xinian wasn’t in a hurry.

Since Chiang Xiao and Fu Mingfeng could be considered friends despite their age difference, Chiang Xiao also prepared New Year’s gifts to pay a visit. Besides, the teacher was staying over at a relative’s home, so it wouldn’t be convenient for them to drop by. It would be better to go to Principal Fu’s place first.

However, Chiang Xiao hadn’t expected that when they arrived at the Fu Family’s home, Mr. and Mrs. Liu Guoying would be there.

And it wasn’t just them. There were quite a few neighbors gathered at the Fu Family’s doorstep, all there to watch the excitement.

Liu Guoying stood at the door, his face twisted with anger, while Madam Liu leaned against his back, incessantly coughing.

Barred from entering by Liu Guoying were a man and a woman in their twenties, dressed in brand new and festive clothing. But Chiang Xiao felt they looked familiar and upon closer inspection, she recognized them.

It’s a small world after all!

These two turned out to be the parents of Qing Qing, the kid on the train who had wanted her cup.

Since she didn’t know what was going on, Chiang Xiao pulled Meng Xinian aside to stand and observe.

Liu Guoying’s eyes were visibly red.

"When we moved out, everyone saw what we took with us. If we really had taken your things, would you have let us leave?"

Meng Xinian looked down and asked Chiang Xiao in a low voice, "Is this your teacher?"

Chiang Xiao nodded.

She hadn’t expected such a coincidence, that these two people were the teacher’s relatives.

She had had her own experiences with them and imagined that living with them probably would have driven her insane.

The teacher was indeed a proud person. If it hadn’t been a last resort, why would he have turned to such people for help?

"Are we supposed to check every piece of luggage you took with you? We’re not those kinds of people!"

The woman, with an air of erudition and politeness, said, "But after you left, I discovered a piece of jade that had been well-cared-for in our house had gone missing! Uncle, I’m not trying to criticize you, but people shouldn’t behave like this. When you and your wife came to us for help, we didn’t hesitate to clear out a room for you to stay and provided food. When your wife was unwell and needed to boil medicine daily, our Qing Qing couldn’t stand the smell of it. Every time he smelled it, he felt like throwing up, but we all convinced him to endure it. Tell me, uncle, how many families would do what me and Daji have done for relatives?"

Her husband, Feng Daji, immediately nodded and added, "That’s right, Uncle. Although my father stayed at your place for a few days when he was young and was given a few pieces of meat by your father, back in the day your family was wealthy, and those pieces of meat were just your leftovers. Nonetheless, my father always remembered that and kept reminding me to be grateful and repay the kindness."