Chapter 128 Seeking Justice for Peng Yarou
Song Wanqing winced in pain but dared not shake off the old lady's hand. Her eyes immediately reddened, and she bit her lower lip, hesitating for a while before speaking.
"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I just spoke recklessly. You are wonderful, and it's Zeyan's good fortune to have married you!"
The old lady's expression softened slightly upon hearing this. "Yes, that's right. I'm extremely satisfied with Xiaxia as my granddaughter-in-law. She's so much better than some women who are desperate to marry into the family."
"Our Xiaxia is beautiful, intelligent, generous, capable, and saves lives. Most importantly, she has won my heart!"
The old lady's sharp gaze fixed on Song Wanqing, frightening the little girl into tears.
"Alright, that's all I have to say. Go back and have your meal with your grandma!" the old lady said kindly.
Song Wanqing stumbled out of the room, and Du Ruoxia watched her retreating figure with a silent sigh. This holiday was probably not going to end so easily.
"Xiaxia, didn't you need to go to the restroom? Go ahead!" the old lady said kindly.
Du Ruoxia pursed her lips and glanced at Yang Zeyan. Yang Zeyan nodded to her before she left.
As soon as I came out, I saw Song Wanqing, who was breathing heavily with one hand pressed against her chest.
Du Ruoxia moved her eyes and walked right past her, only then did Song Wanqing notice her.
She glared fiercely at Du Ruoxia and said, "Don't be too happy yet. Don't think that you can take over just because you squeezed out Sister Ya Rou!"
Du Ruoxia felt the veins on her forehead bulging. What era is this? Does Yang Zeyan have the emperor's father?
"She's not a mistress, so why talk about climbing the social ladder? If anyone should be talking about climbing the social ladder, it should be your sister Ya Rou!" Du Ruoxia said to Song Wanqing leisurely.
Song Wanqing was surprised by Du Ruoxia's straightforward and frank response, and she glared at Du Ruoxia angrily.
"Wanwan, what are you still doing here? Your grandma was just scolding you. How could you act so recklessly on such an important occasion!" A woman came out from the next room and pulled Song Wanqing inside without checking the situation.
Du Ruoxia returned a victorious smile to her, then followed the noblewoman into the house.
She saw that a large table inside was full of people, and one of them, who was facing away from the door, looked somewhat familiar.
Du Ruoxia wanted to take a closer look, but the woman who had led Wanqing inside closed the door.
"Xiaxia, why aren't you going yet?" The old lady's voice came from behind.
Du Ruoxia snapped out of her reverie, took the old lady's hand, and said with a smile, "We were just about to go, Grandma, are you coming too?"
Du Ruoxia guessed that the old lady was worried about her following her out, probably fearing that Song Wanqing might harm her.
"I drank too much tea just now, and I need to relieve myself," the old lady replied casually.
The two went to the restroom together, while a noisy commotion was taking place in the next room.
Song Wanqing's gathering was also a family dinner; her whole family came, except for Song Shifeng, who was still in Xilan City.
Song Wanqing left the table earlier because she wanted to seek justice for Peng Yarou, and her mother went to find her now that they were about to start their meal.
As soon as Song Wanqing returned, the old lady of the Song family began to complain, "Girl, why didn't you take your cousin with you when you went to see the old lady of the Yang family? Take her to meet more people in the capital."
Song Wanqing replied apologetically, "I was in a rush just now, I definitely will next time!"
In truth, Song Wanqing had no desire to bring this so-called cousin along. Ever since this cousin returned, her position in the old lady's heart had become increasingly unimportant.
Moreover, she had a very bad impression of this cousin. She was arrogant, conceited, and vulgar. Although she was their uncle's orphan, she really couldn't like her.
"Grandma, Wanwan must have a wide social circle. I'm so happy to be able to go out and play with Wanwan!" the girl said sweetly, her back to the door.
Song Wanqing's face darkened, and she felt uncomfortable and wanted to refuse, but her mother grabbed her hand.
"Yes, Wanwan is very well-known in Kyoto's social circles. In the future, when you go out with her, just say you're a young lady from the Song family, and they'll definitely want to hang out with you!"
"And your brother Shifeng, when he comes back, have him show you around more. Don't count on those two blockheads over there!"
The woman held the girl's hand with a loving expression as she spoke, making Song Wanqing feel increasingly uncomfortable. She bit her lip and nodded silently.
"Thank you, Grandma, Auntie, brothers, and Wanwan!" the girl said happily.
The family chatted and laughed, but Song Wanqing remained silent.
Du Ruoxia was almost done when she returned from the restroom, but just as she helped the old lady sit down, another unexpected event occurred.
Du Ruoxia was gesturing for Yang Zeyan to prepare to say goodbye to the old lady, as they were about to get into their car.
"Xiaxia, this is a gift from Grandma!"
"And this was given to me by Grandpa Zeyan. He wanted to come today too, but something came up and he couldn't make it."
At the old lady's prompting, Wang Hu took out a box.
Du Ruoxia looked at Yang Zeyan, who seemed at a loss. She had planned to give him the gift when she left, but the old lady had already given it to her before she could.
"Take it, it's a token of Grandma's affection." Yang Zeyan patted its paw.
Du Ruoxia pursed her lips and let out a breath. "Okay! I also have something to give to Grandma."
She took out what she had taken out and gave away the things that were meant for Yang Zeyan's family.
The old lady was even happier to see how thoughtful she was, but when she saw that she had also prepared something for Yang Zeyan's father, her eyes reddened slightly.
"Xiaxia, you are such a good child, so thoughtful!"
Du Ruoxia smiled indifferently. These were all prepared, so sending them out would save her the trouble of carrying them back and forth.
She didn't know that the old lady wouldn't actually give the money back to Yang Zeyan's father. Their meeting today was a secret, and Yang Zeyan's father wouldn't know about it.
As she left the restaurant, Du Ruoxia glanced at the private room next door, which was still closed, and heard some laughter coming from it. Du Ruoxia then calmly looked away.
The old lady expressed her wish for Du Ruoxia to stay a few more days, but Yang Zeyan refused, as he was worried about leaving Du Ruoxia alone in Kyoto.
The old lady looked disappointed, but Yang Zeyan's attitude was firm, so she couldn't continue to plead.
Upon boarding the train, Du Ruoxia and Yang Zeyan found themselves in the same carriage.
"You can get off and transfer halfway, I can go back by myself," Du Ruoxia advised Yang Zeyan.
Yang Zeyan wanted to send Du Ruoxia back to Yuyang County first before going to Xilan City, but that would add half a day to his train journey.
Du Ruoxia felt it was unnecessary; she was no longer a child and could easily ride in a car.
Yang Zeyan refused, so Du Ruoxia had no choice but to talk to him about national sentiments and lofty principles. The more Du Ruoxia listened, the more serious her expression became.
Du Ruoxia felt that the game had been further fueled, and Yang Zeyan sighed helplessly afterward.
"I really can't do anything with you!"
Du Ruoxia smiled. She knew Yang Zeyan had taken her words to heart. Time was so precious; it was better to use it on something meaningful.
Yang Zeyan changed trains in the middle, while Du Ruoxia went to Yuyang County alone.
The train swayed and wobbled, moving slowly, and she missed the high-speed rail of her previous life.
After these past few days, she came up with an idea to create something that could be done by people with disabilities.
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