Chapter 252

"By the way, Xiaojun, you're not leaving tonight, are you?" Uncle Wang asked.

Lei Tingjun glanced at Ji Wanmei: "I plan to take Meimei up the mountain tomorrow, so we'll probably stay another day."

“Then come over for breakfast tomorrow morning too,” Uncle Wang said.

Lei Tingjun lowered his head and shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, saying, "No need, Second Uncle. You eat early, and I might not be able to get up. Besides, we might leave in the morning, so you don't need to worry about us."

Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang both drawled out an "oh".

The woman opposite them, Erdan's mother, also glanced at them with a shy smile.

Ji Wanmei, sitting next to him, reached out and secretly pinched Lei Tingjun's thigh.

Lei Tingjun was still confused, not knowing why he was being pinched. When he looked up, he saw that his second uncle's family members were staring at them with smiling eyes. Only then did Lei Tingjun realize that his words just now seemed to have a somewhat ambiguous meaning.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but then realized that there seemed to be no way to explain it at all.

They stayed overnight at their hometown, and in the eyes of their second uncle and the others, the two of them were bound to stay together.

He said they might not be able to get up, but what else could prevent those two young men from getting up?

Lei Tingjun cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Second Uncle, Second Aunt, you should eat too."

His original intention was that since Ji Wanmei finally had a winter vacation, she wouldn't have to get up so early every morning anymore, so he wanted her to relax and sleep until she naturally woke up.

However, my second uncle's family usually starts eating breakfast at six o'clock in the morning because they have to get up early to work.

It's so early, Ji Wanmei definitely can't get up.

But Lei Tingjun didn't want others to think that Ji Wanmei loved to sleep in, so he took the blame himself, saying that he couldn't get up.

The result was that my second uncle and the others misunderstood.

Uncle Wang put another chicken leg into Lei Tingjun's bowl: "You definitely can't taste the flavor of home when you're away from home, eat more."

Seeing that this was the last chicken leg on the table, Lei Tingjun put it into Ji Wanmei's bowl: "You eat it."

Then he picked up a chicken head and said, "I'll just eat this; it'll help nourish my brain."

So, the chicken leg went around in circles and ended up in Ji Wanmei's bowl again.

Everyone laughed when they saw how much Lei Tingjun doted on his girlfriend.

Erdan didn't know what the adults were laughing at, so he laughed along, gnawing on a chicken leg with his mouth full of oil.

After finishing her meal at Uncle Wang's house, Ji Wanmei felt warm all over.

She drank two bowls of chicken soup, her stomach was full, and she was no longer cold; even her palms were warm.

Lei Tingjun took her hand and said, "Be careful, the roads in the village are full of potholes, don't slip."

“Lei Tingjun, I think I know why you would rather come back to the village and visit your neighbors than visit your two uncles.”

The difference is just too great.

The Wang family, who have no blood relation to Lei Tingjun, still care about him so much. Every time he comes back, knowing that he has nowhere to eat, they specially kill an old hen to entertain him, treating him like their own family.

Compared to before, his uncle's family was really too snobbish and cold-hearted.

It's as if all they care about is money.

If Lei Tingjun hadn't achieved some success, his uncle's family might never have come looking for him again.

On the contrary, I'm afraid of getting into trouble with him.

Ji Wanmei felt disheartened, let alone Lei Tingjun himself. He had the deepest understanding and feelings about the coldness and warmth of human nature involved in this matter.

She held his hand tightly, feeling his large, rough palm, a stark contrast to her own slender, delicate hand.

Lei Tingjun turned her over and they intertwined their fingers.

“Actually, my uncle wasn’t always like this.” Lei Tingjun took out a lighter from his pocket with his other hand. It was the pure silver lighter that Ji Wanmei had given him, and the light illuminated the path beneath his feet.

As he walked, he said to Ji Wanmei, "After my uncle got married and moved to my aunt's village, he practically became a live-in son-in-law there. Gradually, he lost his voice and status at home, and that's how he ended up like this. He doesn't dare to contradict my aunt. It's actually quite tough for him."

It is said that even the most hateful person has a pitiable side.

Lei Xiangshun is probably that kind of person.

"In addition," Lei Tingjun paused, "because our family was poor back then. My grandfather died early, and my grandmother raised my father and uncle by herself. At that time, she couldn't afford to build two houses and pay for her two sons' weddings."

“My parents were already married and had me at that time. There wasn’t enough room for so many people in their house, so my uncle went to live with my aunt’s family as a son-in-law.”

Lei Tingjun recalled with a wistful tone, "These things were all told to me by my grandmother herself later. She would wipe away tears every time she told them."

“My dad had actually discussed with my grandma that when my uncle got married, they would build two more rooms next to the house. But my uncle wanted to become a live-in son-in-law, so he proposed to separate from my dad, took his own things, and left.”

Ji Wanmei was unaware that her father's generation had such a past.

“So, maybe because of this incident, my uncle also harbored resentment towards my father and grandmother.” Lei Tingjun said helplessly, “In addition… that aunt was not an easy person to get along with. She often instigated my uncle, and gradually, the relationship between our two families became distant.”

Ji Wanmei said, "No wonder."

Lei Tingjun's grandmother was actually Lei Xiangshun's biological mother. After she died, Lei Xiangshun rarely came back to pay his respects, and even the funeral was handled by his grandson, Lei Tingjun.

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