Chapter 44 Fake Crying
Su Sanlang climbed onto the chair, but his feet slipped and he fell to the ground. His butt hurt, and he cried, "Sister... Sister..."
Su Ruojin quickly retracted her gaze, slid down from the chair and came over to hug him.
It was quite difficult for a 17-year-old girl to hold a heavy 14-year-old boy. Su Ruojin half held and half pulled A-di up, panting with exhaustion, but she still tried to coax him, "Don't cry, A-Cheng, don't cry!"
While the siblings were hugging and arguing, the young master entered the pavilion, followed by two servants and two tall and strong guards. The servant was very surprised to see such a young pair of siblings, "Who asked you to come here?"
This small pavilion is seldom visited and has always been the secret base of the young master. I didn’t expect two little brats to break in today.
Su Ruojin didn't reply when she heard the question, but asked: "Acheng, does your butt still hurt?"
Su Chengzhi looked at the people who entered the pavilion curiously, touched his buttocks, and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
She was relieved, turned around and still didn't answer, but asked: "Is this private territory?"
If so, then they, the siblings, have indeed offended each other. If not, I'm sorry, since you can come, of course we can come too.
The servant didn't expect a six or seven-year-old girl to be so sharp-tongued, "Hey, you want to be beaten, right?"
Raising his hand to hit someone, Su Ruojin pulled his younger brother up and ran, crying and shouting, "Dad, help me, Dad... help me!"
The benefits of playing wildly in the alley as usual became apparent. The brother and sister ran very fast, like two little rabbits.
No matter how playful the two children were, they would not go far into the woods, so when his daughter screamed, Su Yanli heard it immediately and ran towards the crying sound.
The servant in the pavilion wanted to chase after him and beat him up, but was stopped by Zhao Lan.
"Sir, this little girl is so cunning. I haven't even touched her yet, and she's already yelling and screaming, making it seem like I'm beating her even if I don't hit her."
Zhao Lan snorted coldly. He was indeed a crybaby.
The servant saw that his master looked impatient, and as if he had received a signal, he wanted to chase after him again, "I will teach her what real crying is."
Zhao Lan was not ready to argue with two little brats. He stopped them coldly, "Don't chase them."
The original intention of coming here to seek quiet and peace suddenly disappeared. Zhao Lan turned around in annoyance and went down the stairs he came from.
The tall guard walking at the end turned his head to look at the fake crying young lady. At the edge of the woods, a handsome middle-aged man was holding one in each hand, comforting the two spoiled children, "Okay, stop crying, let's go home."
Su Yanli looked deep into the forest. The lush trees blocked the view of the people in the pavilion. As they left, he only saw a corner of the young master in gorgeous clothes. Seeing the servants and guards, he guessed that he was a royal relative.
On the downhill steps, the guard muttered thoughtfully the two words the servant had said: "Is it fake crying?"
On the night of the Lantern Festival, he was squeezed at the back of the surging crowd, watching the young master being targeted by two thieves. He almost lost his life. Fortunately, a young lady kept crying and stopped the thieves. When he was walking up the stairs just now, he recognized her at a glance as the young lady who was crying that night.
Thinking about it now, the way the young lady cried just now was similar to that night! Could it be...
He wanted to turn around to take a look, but the servant gritted his teeth and said, "I know this kind of trick of little girls best. It's 100% fake crying."
The guard glanced at his young master, pursed his lips and thought, forget it, since the young lady and her father left quietly at that time, they didn't want to have anything to do with Prince Jin's Mansion, so there was no need for him to bother with it.
This matter remained buried in the guard's heart.
Zhao Lan subconsciously looked behind him, passed the pavilion, and saw the back of a middle-aged man carrying the child away by the trees. The child was so old but still needed his father to carry him. He was not only a crybaby, but also a spoiled child.
As he turned around, Zhao Lan couldn't remember when his father had ever hugged him. In his memory, it seemed as if he had never done so. His face was gloomier than the deep forest that had never seen sunlight all year round.
The brother and sister had long put aside the unhappy things that happened in the pavilion and laughed happily in their father's arms. Su Sanlang was even more spoiled than Su Ruojin. He hugged Su Yanli's neck and refused to let go, refusing to give his sister a chance, and acted as if you can't snatch it from me.
Little brat!
Su Ruojin rolled her eyes and kicked her legs twice, "Dad, put me down."
The two children must have weighed at least 30 or 40 kilograms. She couldn’t bear the strain of her father holding them, so she slid down from her father’s arms and ran to Cheng Yingzhen, “Mom…Mom, I’m back!”
Cheng Yingzhen reached out to take her daughter who ran over and said to her aunt, "It's because of this little rascal like her that our lives have become better."
When Mrs. Ding heard that her granddaughter was so capable, she couldn't help but reach out to hug the snow-white and tender little girl. However, when she saw that her outstretched hand was like a chicken claw, she was embarrassed and wanted to retract her head.
Su Ruojin put her little hand into Ding's and called sweetly, "Auntie!"
"Oh!" Ding was so soft-hearted that she covered her tearful face with her other hand.
Just like her old grandmother, Su Ruojin also had tears in her eyes, "Aunt, you have to be well. When Ajin finds a chance, I will take you home to honor you."
"My baby!" Mrs. Ding, who was so self-abased that she was devastated, pulled her granddaughter over, hugged her tightly in her arms, and burst into tears. Her life was too hard. For the sake of her daughter, she had endured day after day and finally got out of the cannibalistic uncle's mansion. What else could she be dissatisfied with? If for nothing else, just to be able to see her daughter's family, just for her granddaughter's words, she would live well.
On the one hand, Ding had been out for too long, and on the other hand, it would take time for the Su family to return to the city. This time, they were reluctant to leave, but they still waved goodbye! The only things Su Ruojin could bring in were some cakes, and some candied fruits and nuts bought from the shop. Everything else needed a stove, and there was only one kitchen in Yueshui Temple. In order not to arouse the suspicion of Wan's eyes, all the food that needed to be cooked was brought back, leaving only some snacks that could be eaten quietly.
Su Ruojin asked his father: "How did you arrange to take care of my aunt?"
Su Yanli said that a street stalker in the capital city used his money to bribe the nun in Yueshui Temple and asked her to take care of him in all aspects. If any situation occurred, she would come to him in time and he would solve it.
Su Ruojin nodded and said sadly, "We have to find a way to get my aunt's indenture from Mrs. Wan." Without the indenture, it would be difficult for my aunt to completely escape from the Cheng family.
They didn't return home until dark. Unexpectedly, the Feng family, whom Su Ruojin had been thinking about for a long time, actually arrived. They were sitting in the corridor waiting for them.
(End of this chapter)
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