Jiang Qiao was a little worried about her family, wondering how the old folks were doing with the move. She told Dong Kaizhen and the others, then carried her basket and went back home first.
As soon as she entered the front door, Li Meilan called out to her from inside the house, "Jiang Qiao, come in quickly—"
Although Jiang Qiao didn't know what the other party wanted, seeing Li Meilan's gossipy expression, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Pushing open the door, she entered the room. "Auntie, what's wrong?"
Li Meilan sighed deeply, "Don't even mention it. You just left this morning, and your aunt came over. Oh my god, you didn't see it, this family is in complete chaos."
"No, didn't Old Ning and his wife tell their daughter about leaving the house to their grandson?"
Jiang Qiao shook her head. "I really don't know much about this. They talked about this before we got married, and I didn't ask. What's wrong with it?"
Li Meilan clapped her hands and said, "This is really bad! Do you know why your aunt came here? The couple had a fight and are getting a divorce. Your aunt has nowhere to live, so she went back to her parents' house and found out that she won't have a place to live here anymore. Do you think she can let that happen?"
We've been arguing about this all morning, oh my god, it's driving me crazy!
Jiang Qiao frowned. Although she didn't know what the couple was up to, she wouldn't be surprised if Ning Ailin really got a divorce.
"She can apply for a dormitory from her workplace after the divorce, or at the very least, rent a place to live. It shouldn't cause such a big fuss. Her brother and his wife have already said they'll take care of the old couple in their old age. What is she complaining about?"
Li Meilan sighed, "Your aunt's matter is a small one, but she also has a son, and he's getting old. He'll have to get married sooner or later and will have to face the housing problem. Waiting for the company to allocate housing, when will that be?"
"The housing in the city is different from that in the mines. It's so difficult here; they don't let you build anywhere. With so many people getting married, isn't housing in short supply?"
A question flashed through Jiang Qiao's mind: how could everything happen at the same time? She couldn't believe how coincidental it all seemed.
Putting aside the fact that Ning Botao and his wife were in such a hurry to pick up the old lady and the others early in the morning, even Ning Ailin, why did she have to start arguing at this time of year?
For so many years, Wang Zhongquan has been obediently treated by Ning Hao. Now that Ning Hao is back, how dare he still be so arrogant and ask for a divorce? Could there be some hidden reason behind this?
"Auntie, did those two old folks leave or not?"
Li Meilan sighed, "Why are you leaving? This is such a big argument. Although Lao Ning said the house is for his son, your aunt is no good either. Everyone says that married daughters shouldn't fight for their parents' property, but she insists that she has nowhere to live and where else can she go if she doesn't go back to her parents' home?"
"Our daughter is in this state, and the old couple took her to find their son-in-law. They haven't come back yet, and I don't know how it was resolved in the end."
Jiang Qiao sighed, "I really can't say for sure about the Ning family's affairs. I'll ask Ning Hao about it when he gets back."
Auntie, I'll go back and cook now, you go ahead and do your thing—"
Jiang Qiao went home to cook, her mind heavy with worries. When it was time to get off work, Ning Hao still hadn't returned. Jiang Qiao had a bad feeling; something must have happened. Otherwise, given Ning Hao's temperament, he should have been back by now.
He took off his apron, put on his cotton-padded coat, and rushed out.
Snowflakes were already falling outside, and pedestrians on the street were hurrying along, either rushing home or heading to their night shifts. Under the dim streetlights, Jiang Qiao was the only one walking differently from the others; she practically ran.
However, they had only gone halfway when they encountered Ning Hao riding his bicycle back. Seeing his wife, panting and out of breath, running ahead, Ning Hao's heart instantly calmed down.
"Qiao'er, Qiao'er—"
Hearing Ning Hao's shout, Jiang Qiao slowed down. "What's going on?"
Ning Hao pedaled hard a few times, and only stopped when he was in front of Jiang Qiao.
"Don't mention it, something happened."
Jiang Qiao asked curiously, "Who had an accident? Your grandfather or your grandmother?"
She didn't believe Ning Hao would get into trouble. This person was right in front of her, so it definitely had nothing to do with Ning Hao. The only explanation was probably the Ning family's elderly couple.
Ning Hao gave a wry smile. "Don't mention it. Something happened to my grandfather. Let's go home and talk about it. Get in the car—"
Ning Hao pedaled hard all the way with Jiang Qiao on the back, afraid that Jiang Qiao would get cold.
Back home, Jiang Qiao quickly served the meal, and the couple ate and chatted.
"What? When did the old man store his things somewhere else? I haven't heard anything about it."
Ning Hao sighed, "Don't even mention him, I've never heard him mention it either. You know, that old man is really something. You could have just thrown away or burned the letter, why did you keep it?"
You could have just buried it, why did you have to ask someone to keep it safe for him, and even found such a person? Did you really think that putting it in the basement would be fine? His name is written in the book. The other party's son saw it and immediately exposed it.
I've been running around all afternoon, but unfortunately, the results aren't very good. Those people don't seem to have any leniency. Logically speaking, it's not a big deal, just a matter of raising a hand. And the old man isn't some wicked person.
Jiang Qiao didn't have time to pay attention to whether the old man's question was right or wrong. What she cared about most was what was going on between Ning Ailin and Ning Botao.
Did they hear rumors about this beforehand?
Ning Hao shook his head. "Neither of them said anything. I really don't know the specifics. They were too busy with my grandfather's affairs."
Regardless of who wins the argument between the two of them, just tell me, what should be done next?
Jiang Qiao shook her head. "Where are your grandpa and grandma?"
“My grandfather is writing a self-criticism, and my grandmother is at my uncle’s house. I was worried that the old lady would get upset, so I sent her to her son’s house first.”
Jiang Qiao sighed, her face grave. "Your grandfather's matter could be a big deal or a small deal. The problem is, he arrived at the wrong time."
Do you remember when Master Hou went to find something to save me? To be honest, Master Hou couldn't do anything about these people.
Besides, why would your grandfather keep those letters? Putting aside the books, just look at the letters—is he planning to ask these people for help later? This old man, what can I say? He's so confused—”
As they were talking, Zhu Lin suddenly knocked on the door. "Haozi, Jiang Qiao, open the door, it's Grandma—"
Jiang Qiao looked at Ning Hao in surprise, then jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed). "My God, why is the old lady back at this time? Isn't she afraid of falling?"
Pushing open the door, Jiang Qiao saw Zhu Lin covered in snowflakes, and especially noticed that there was no one behind the old lady. She sighed inwardly.
"Grandma, why are you here at this time? Where's Uncle? This road is so slippery!"
The old lady was not in good spirits. She sighed and took Jiang Qiao's hand to walk into the house.
"Don't mention those two bastards to me—"
Ning Hao walked over and helped the old lady up. "Grandma, don't be angry. Let's eat first, and then we can discuss a solution later."
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