Fang Qiao almost laughed out of anger at Fang Xue's words.
Her older sister hasn't changed at all. Since childhood, she has loved to show off her superiority in front of her, always striving to be the best in everything, and wishing she could make her younger sister look bad.
She had to admit that in terms of food, drink, clothing, and parental pampering, she was indeed inferior to her in every way. In the end, she was even tricked and became an educated youth sent to the countryside.
But now, how dare she come up to me and show off her superiority?
In terms of work, they are both housewives now.
Compared to her husband, her brother-in-law Zhang Jun was just an ordinary worker, earning forty yuan a month. He not only had to support his wife and children but also take care of his widowed mother, and he never had a moment's peace of mind.
Compared to having a daughter, she longed for one, while she herself had both a son and a daughter.
Aside from being a city dweller, what makes her better than her?
It's interesting that he can't suppress her but still tries to suppress her.
“Sister, the city isn’t something we can just go to whenever we want. My son, Baidong, came from the countryside with great difficulty; we’re lucky to have settled down in the suburbs. How can we compare to your family?”
Fang Qiao used a strategy of praising first and then criticizing, saying: "Changing jobs is just like having a son. Do we not change jobs because we don't want to? No, it's because we don't have the ability."
Subtext: Sister, you don't have a son because you don't want one? No, it's because you're not capable of it!
Fang Xue's face changed instantly, turning ashen!
Fang Qiao was thrilled.
She doesn't want to bring up having a son unless absolutely necessary, since the sex of a child is determined by the man and has nothing to do with the woman.
However, Fang Xue was too disgusting, so Fang Qiao could only retaliate by using the things Fang Xue cared about most but was most upset about, which would be the most effective and fastest way to get results.
As expected, Fang Xue was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode.
Seeing that things were not going well, Yang Fengxia quickly comforted Fang Xue.
Seeing that she couldn't appease her, she turned to Fang Qiao and scolded her: "Xiao Qiao, how could you say that about your older sister? You know perfectly well that not being able to give your brother-in-law a son is a source of deep sorrow for your older sister, so why bring it up? You're just hurting her feelings!"
Fang Qiao looked completely innocent: "Mom? What are you talking about? When did I say such a thing? I was talking about my son Bai Dong changing jobs. You were the one who said that my older sister can't have a son. I didn't say that."
Upon careful consideration, Yang Fengxia realized that her younger daughter hadn't explicitly named her older daughter; she was merely making sarcastic and insinuating remarks.
He was so angry that he almost fell backward.
Seeing that things were about to escalate, Dong Ping decided it was best not to watch her sister-in-law's antics any longer.
She stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, little sister didn't mean that, Mom, you misunderstood. Big sister, don't be angry, little sister is just straightforward, she didn't mean any harm."
After saying this, to prevent Fang Xue from turning her attention to her, she quickly changed the subject: "Little sister, people say that for a full moon celebration, the baby should wear tiger-head shoes and hats made by your aunt and uncle. These are tiger-head shoes and hats I made for my two children. It's my first time making them, so my skills aren't very good. Please don't mind them, little sister."
Fang Qiao took the shoes and hat from Dong Ping, examined them carefully, and said with a smile, "They look great. I'll thank his aunt on behalf of the two children."
Fang Xue couldn't help but say sourly, "Some people are really lucky. My Panpan had nothing back then."
Dong Ping retorted amiably, "Elder sister, I wasn't even married into the family yet when you gave birth to Panpan."
Fang Xue gave a soft snort, but ultimately said nothing more.
She took two red bibs out of the bamboo basket and stuffed them into Fang Qiao's hands: "Here, these are for the two children. Don't say that I, as their aunt, didn't give them anything in the future."
Fang Qiao smiled and accepted, "Okay, I'll thank his aunt on behalf of the two children."
Looking at Fang Qiao's untroubled smile, Fang Xue felt even more choked up. She turned to Yang Fengxia and asked, "Mom, when are we leaving?"
Yang Fengxia looked at Fang Qiao with some hesitation, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.
Fang Qiao said directly, "Mom, just say what you want to say."
Yang Fengxia stammered for a long time before finally saying, somewhat embarrassed, "Xiao Qiao, normally, after a baby's one-month celebration, the daughter should take the baby back to her parents' home for two or three days. But you know our situation; we only have two rooms, and all seven of us live there. Your younger brother is almost of marriageable age, and he's still crammed into one room with us. We almost couldn't fit everyone. So you see..."
"I understand, don't worry, I won't go back." Fang Qiao had never planned to go back to her parents' house in the first place.
These days, there are many families who don't even celebrate the New Year, let alone this kind of thing.
It's just a formality; whether you go or not makes no difference.
Yang Fengxia looked guilty: "Xiao Qiao, your parents are useless. We've worked hard for most of our lives, but in the end, we only have two dilapidated houses. It's our fault that you have no home to return to."
Fang Qiao felt a little heavy-hearted: "Mom, you don't need to say such things."
It's so upsetting to hear that.
When Fang Qiao's family came to celebrate her baby's one-month birthday, they didn't invite her to leave, and Fang Qiao didn't invite her family to stay for lunch either.
Whether or not her family members get involved, life goes on as usual.
Fang Qiao would play with the children during the day, and in the evening, when no one was around, she would use the communication talisman to talk to Cheng Baidong for a while.
A week passed. On this day, Fang Qiao used her spiritual energy as usual to activate the sound transmission talisman, but the talisman did not respond at all.
She assumed the previous communication talisman had become invalid due to excessive use, so she replaced it with a new one.
Even after replacing the transmission talisman with a new one, it still didn't work.
Fang Qiao was not giving up and tried all the communication talismans left by Cheng Baidong, but none of them worked.
Looking at the table piled high with communication talismans, Fang Qiao felt a little panicked.
Fortunately, the jade pendant left by Cheng Baidong was still intact and without any cracks, which means that Cheng Baidong was safe and sound, but simply did not receive the transmission talisman for other reasons.
Fang Qiao reassured herself that there was no need to panic.
Just then, Fang Qiao heard footsteps outside the door.
Fang Qiao waved his arm, storing all the communication talismans into his spatial storage.
The next moment, Wang Yun, with wet hair, pushed open the door and came in: "Xiao Qiao, I've boiled the water, go wash your hair."
Fang Qiao nodded: "Okay."
The two switched shifts, and Fang Qiao went to wash her hair.
After washing their hair, the two sat together by the stove to comb and dry their hair. They chatted for a while, and Wang Yun, thinking about Gao Ping, couldn't help but say, "Cheng Baidong and Gao Ping have been gone for two weeks now. I wonder when they will be back?"
"It should be soon."
When Fang Qiao spoke to Cheng Baidong yesterday using a communication talisman, he said that the investigation had yielded results and that he would be back soon. Who would have thought that he would be unable to contact him today?
I wonder what happened over there?
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