Chapter 9 Chapter 9
It was agreed that Qiao Wangbei would move in with his wife next month.
As a result, before the end of the month, Qiao Wangbei and his wife Du Juan appeared at the door.
Thump thump…
"Mom? Jiaxin?"
Liu Shuqin had just returned from the night market and was preparing to soak the mung beans to make some mung bean soup the next morning when she heard Qiao Wangbei's voice coming from outside.
When Qiao Jiaxin went to open the door, the bulging snakeskin bag leaning against the door rolled in.
The tricycle was parked outside. When Qiao Wangbei came and knocked on the door, Du Juan was sitting on the tricycle eating a sweet sesame cake.
They had quite a lot of luggage, which was scattered across four bags, and the rope bag was also stuffed with washbasins, shoes and other miscellaneous items.
It doesn't feel like moving, but more like fleeing.
Du Juan was pregnant and it was inconvenient for her to move things, so she asked Qiao Jiaxin to help move everything from the car in.
They had a lot of stuff, and after taking it out one by one, it took up almost half of the outer room, making the already small room seem even more cramped.
"There are a few new people coming to my factory, and we have no place to live. My boss is urging me to move out quickly."
"It's better to move earlier. The factory is very hot. Dujuan always has trouble sleeping during her pregnancy. Moving here will allow her to sleep well."
"Mom, are you going to make mung bean soup? Add more sugar. Juan'er likes to eat something sweet now."
While packing up in the outer room, Qiao Wangbei kept talking to himself.
It didn't seem like he was discussing with Liu Shuqin, but rather notifying her.
Inform her that he and his wife will live here from now on, and inform her that he will be the owner of this house.
Dujuan didn't consider herself an outsider. After walking around the room slowly, she pulled a chair and sat down, then casually placed the uneaten sesame cake on the table.
"My homework book."
The sesame cakes just out of the pan were very oily and the syrup in the middle almost flowed onto the textbooks.
Qiao Jiaxin hurried forward, put the textbook away and put it back in her room.
Dujuan glanced at her without any intention of apologizing. She just wiped the syrup that was about to drip out with her hand and then sucked her fingers.
Liu Shuqin didn't say anything, but quietly helped her put away the books and stationery on the table.
"Mom, let Juan'er sleep in Jiaxin's room first," Qiao Wangbei said calmly as he continued to fold the clothes in the snakeskin bag. "It's too late today, and there's no place to buy a bed frame. I'll buy a bed frame and set it up in a couple of days, and we'll live in the outer room."
Just like before, this is still a notification.
As soon as she put down her homework book and pencil case, Liu Shuqin picked them up again and put them on the small table in her room.
Even though Qiao Jiaxin was reluctant for them to move into her house, she had no choice but to obediently move some of her things to her grandmother's room to prevent them from being soiled or damaged by her fourth aunt.
There is no way. Now she and her grandmother are like helpless duckweed, and they have no power to resist or say no except to be blown by the wind and rain.
Not only her, Liu Shuqin also realized her current situation.
When people get old, they are useless.
She had nothing to give to her sons and could no longer help them. She had completely lost her value.
It is precisely because they can no longer be exploited or plundered, and have become drained waste, that they will naturally be despised and hated by their sons.
Qiao Wangdong and the other two were slightly pretending to be indifferent, while Qiao Wangbei was so arrogant that he didn't even bother to pretend.
Before he came here, his spine was bent so low.
She said she would do housework, hand over her salary, and treat herself like an old lady.
Now what?
Knowing that all the money he had was already given away and there was nothing left to gain, he spoke much louder.
"Mom, let Jiaxin share a bed with you for the next two days, is that okay?" Qiao Wangbei put down the clothes in his hands and said to her again.
Liu Shuqin replied expressionlessly, "You decide."
Humph! Haha…
Hum! Ha...
At night, snoring sounds could be heard from the outer room.
Even with the door closed, the thunder-like sound kept drilling into Qiao Jiaxin's ears.
Crunch~
Crunch...
On the other side of the wall, her fourth aunt didn't snore, but the sound of her grinding her teeth from time to time was even more creepy, giving her goose bumps all over her body.
Qiao Jiaxin once thought that cicadas in summer were the most annoying, chirping all night long. Now she realizes that snoring, grinding teeth, and farting are the most torturous noises in the world.
Oh my God, how can I sleep when this couple are singing in unison?
When she turned around, Qiao Jiaxin saw that her grandma had also opened her eyes.
She wasn't asleep either.
Qiao Jiaxin thought she would cry or sigh sadly.
But at this moment, grandma's expression was unusually calm. She just gently pulled her closer and said softly, "Go to sleep."
Helpless, Qiao Jiaxin could only move closer to her grandma and force herself to close her eyes and fall asleep.
Patting Qiao Jiaxin's back gently, Liu Shuqin sighed deeply and kept muttering something in her heart.
In fact, she also wanted to cry and scold these unfilial sons.
But she couldn't squeeze out even a tear.
Her heart was completely dead. A dead heart has no hope. Without hope, there will be no disappointment, and no more tears because of disappointment.
Of course, it wasn't just because she had completely let go of these unfilial sons.
She also has a granddaughter, and her daughter's last words are still on her shoulders.
She is the only granddaughter she has, and from now on, she will only have granddaughters.
She has to support her granddaughter. If she lets down her guard, who can her granddaughter rely on?
Liu Shuqin wanted to let her granddaughter know that she could take good care of her even if her grandfather was not around.
*
Life after Qiao Wangbei and his wife moved in was far worse than Qiao Jiaxin had imagined.
At first, they talked about partitioning off another room, but Qiao Wangbei said that it would cost too much to buy bricks and cement to partition it, so they just needed to hang a curtain.
As a result, they spent several days dawdling without even pulling the curtain.
There is also the bed board that I agreed to buy, but I keep putting it off, from today to tomorrow, and tomorrow to the day after tomorrow.
Sometimes he said he was tired and his shoulders hurt, sometimes he said he couldn't find a cheap bed frame. In short, he made all kinds of excuses not to buy it.
What made Qiao Jiaxin even more unbearable was that he couldn't stand sleeping in the outer room for only three days.
"Oh, I couldn't sleep well last night. The ground was too hard."
"Your waist is already not in good condition, and you keep sleeping on the floor. What if you get rheumatism?"
"Don't say you can't sleep well. I can't sleep well either. I always have nightmares."
"You have a nightmare, and we can't rest well either."
"That can't be helped. Oh, it would be nice if you could sleep with me."
"How about we squeeze in? We can live outside after we buy a bed frame."
The couple acted like a double act in a play. You put up a step and I put down a stone, and in just a few words they let him live in the house that should have belonged to Qiao Jiaxin.
Not only are we not used to living here, but we can't even eat together.
Qiao Wangbei and Du Juan have strong tastes. Every time their grandma cooks a meal, they say the meal has no taste and they don’t want to eat it after just a few bites.
Then they pretended to do it themselves, making a mess in the kitchen. It was not until Liu Shuqin said she would make it again that they came out and waited as if it was their right, continuing to act like a giant baby.
As for housework such as washing clothes, sweeping and mopping the floor, let alone doing so.
Qiao Wangbei is not careful, and Du Juan is a lazy guy who looks good on the outside but is actually sloppy.
When he got home, he threw his clothes around casually, his shoes were everywhere, and all kinds of messy things were thrown on the ground. When he wanted to do something, he would just call "Mom" or "Jiaxin". He was simply here to be a local emperor and treated them as maids to serve him.
Qiao Jiaxin could tolerate all of this until that morning...
"My book!"
Seeing that half of her notebook had fallen into the bowl of noodles, Qiao Jiaxin yelled in anger.
Hearing the sound, Qiao Wangbei, who was washing up, quickly stuck his head out to take a look.
But his attention was not on the book that was wet with noodle soup, but on the bowl of freshly cooked noodles.
"Oh, it was fine, how could it fall into the bowl?" Qiao Wangbei quickly stirred the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks.
Seeing that the noodle soup was stained by the ink from the book, he put it back on the table in disgust.
He cooked noodles specially for himself for breakfast. After taking the noodles out of the pot, he noticed there were eggs in the kitchen cabinet, so he cracked one in and went back to the house to get a book to cover it, thinking that the residual heat would let the eggs be cooked a little more.
Now, not only are the eggs not cooked, but the noodles are also inedible.
Seeing Qiao Jiaxin constantly wiping the book with paper, Qiao Wangbei didn't say anything, but his slightly furrowed brows were full of disgust.
At this time, Liu Shuqin, who had gone to the morning market to buy vegetables, came back.
Noticing that the atmosphere in the room was not right, she asked, "What's going on?"
Qiao Wangbei didn't explain. After glancing at Qiao Jiaxin, he picked up his work clothes from the back of the chair and prepared to go out. "I'm going to work."
After he left, Liu Shuqin walked over to Qiao Jiaxin. Without her saying anything, she guessed what had happened when she saw the notebook that had been soaked beyond recognition.
"Grandma..."
The notes written in the book were Qiao Jiaxin's hard work this summer, and they were all destroyed by Qiao Wangbei in an instant.
Even though she repeatedly told herself to be patient and not to embarrass her grandma, she still couldn't control her tears.
Holding Qiao Jiaxin in her arms, Liu Shuqin didn't say anything, but just kept patting her back to let her vent her emotions.
This time, she didn't say comforting words like "It's okay", "Don't be afraid", or "Don't worry" like she did before.
Because she knew that no comfort would be of any use in the current situation.
It was not until Qiao Jiaxin's crying subsided a little that she became more certain of the thoughts in her mind these days.
"Jiaxin, why don't we move out?"
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