In her previous life, Ruan Xianxian, who took her cousin's place to go down to the countryside, returned to the city and took over the fiancé her cousin didn't want. She thought she had fo...
Grandpa, I can also voluntarily give up and ask the school to recommend a better candidate. Would you like to give that a try?
Old man: "Take the young master?"
Ruan Xianxian: "Five hundred."
Money isn't important; what she needs to know is where Old Man Bidet hides his money so she can take it all when she leaves.
The old man pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Alright!"
After agreeing, he reprimanded her with a livid face.
"It was just helping your cousin go to the countryside. Baozhu has been in poor health since she was a child. We're all family. How did you end up like this?"
Ruan Xianxian: "So many compatriots died when we fought the Japanese. They were all comrades-in-arms. Why didn't you die in their place?"
Old man: ? ? ?
Seeing him trying his best to control his anger, his hands were trembling, and Ruan Xianxian smiled.
"If you can't stand it, you can scold my parents. I'm already like this, what good could they be?"
Until Ruan Baozhu, who had been "released", rushed back to the old man's side and sobbed softly. She secretly tugged at him with her small hand under her sleeve and mouthed: "Jade pendant!"
The old man, having calmed his anger, looked at his granddaughter's still-bleeding shoulder and asked with heartache:
"Does it hurt? Your second uncle will take you to the clinic to get it bandaged later."
Turning to Ruan Xianxian, he said, "You're going to the countryside soon. Don't you have a jade pendant around your neck? It's not safe to wear it. Give it to Baozhu to keep for you."
Ruan Xianxian's eyes flickered slightly. The jade pendant was the second time they had brought it up.
"Sure! If you want it, trade it for what your cousin has!"
How can that be? This ring she's wearing is a precious item that her grandfather got from the palace years ago.
"You can decide for yourselves. I'm going back to my room to sleep now."
Hearing her father's hurried footsteps, Ruan Xianxian turned around, ran back to her small storage room, and locked the door.
The broken wooden door closed, and she took off the safety buckle she wore around her neck, examining it in the moonlight.
The jade is of ordinary quality and average texture. What is so special about this thing that makes it so coveted?