So she asked curiously, "Mom, what's on your mind?"
Grandpa Yang smiled knowingly and said, "I didn't know anything about this. Jingyi, go back and ask your mother what it is that she's been holding onto for so long."
After Grandpa Yang left, Wang Jingyi kept asking Grandma Yang, but Grandma Yang remained silent and refused to reveal anything.
Su Yue found it amusing. "Godmother, even Grandpa couldn't get anything out of us. Do you think Grandma will tell us?"
Grandma Yang turned her head and looked at her, saying, "Little girl, trying to provoke me won't work. Grandma won't tell anyone."
It was so humiliating that she, a university professor, would act like a country shrew, picking up a bamboo broom and hitting someone. She had never imagined that she would do such a thing.
When her parents were alive, they always told her to behave like a lady from a respectable family, to speak softly, and not to make any rash moves.
This set of shackles weighed on her for almost twenty years. It was only after she met Grandpa Yang and later married him that she gradually began to change.
However, some of his petty traits remain unchanged. For example, he doesn't easily back down, and he only backs down when the other party has to give in first.
Su Yue comforted her, "Grandma, it's very painful to keep a secret in your heart."
Grandma Yang stubbornly said, "I don't feel bad at all. It's only when I talk about it that I feel bad."
Su Yue couldn't help but chuckle, and looked helplessly at Wang Jingyi, saying, "Godmother, I'm at my wit's end."
Wang Jingyi comforted her, "It's okay, Mom will tell us someday."
Just then, an elderly woman walked towards us, holding the hand of a little boy.
The old woman looked at Grandma Yang and the other two chatting and laughing with a puzzled expression, wondering who the little girl standing next to Wang Jingyi was.
She asked warmly, "Aunt Yang, where did you come from?"
Grandma Yang glanced at Zhang Qiushui and said in a cold tone, "The hospital."
Hearing Grandma Yang's harsh tone, Su Yue thought to herself, "Grandma doesn't like this person."
Wang Jingyi had always known that Grandma Yang disliked Zhang Qiushui and the man she married, but she didn't know the reason why.
Seeing Grandma Yang's coldness, Zhang Qiushui wisely decided not to make a fool of herself. Ever since her husband did that thing, although he had enjoyed a few years of glory, he had also been secretly disliked by others for the same period. So she hurriedly left with her grandson.
A little boy came running and shouting, "Huo Zhiyuan, wait for me!"
Hearing this voice, Su Yue's breath caught in her throat. She quickly turned to look at the old man and the child who had left. Could the man surnamed Huo be someone related to Huo Xueshen?
Back home, Wang Jingyi went into her two sons' room and took out their sheets and mats to wash.
The weather is hot, and since he's a boy, he sweats a lot and needs to wash every three days. But Grandma Yang injured her foot and hasn't washed it for almost a week.
In the main room, Su Yue used the kettle to make a cup of medicine for Grandma Yang, gently placed it on the table to let it cool down, then dragged a stool over and sat obediently opposite Grandma Yang, with a sweet smile on her face, and said, "Grandma, there's something I want to ask you."
Grandma Yang thought Su Yue was going to ask her about hitting someone with a broom, so she quickly shook her head and refused, "I won't say."
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