Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife-Chapter 1758: Sorry, I Cannot Comply 3

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Chapter 1758: Chapter 1758: Sorry, I Cannot Comply 3

Although he couldn’t show his love for his daughter because of his busy schedule, no one doubted Lu Jiang’s love for his daughter. Hearing how Su Jiaojiao bullied Fubao, a trace of hostility flashed across Lu Jiang’s face.

He worked hard, first for the country and the people, and second, to ensure that his family lacked nothing and had no worries.

While he’s busy, someone targets his son and bullies his daughter, how can he not be angry? If not for some rationality in his mind, he’d really want to confront Su Junshu and his son and daughter-in-law and ask how they raised their children.

Feng Qingxue nudged his arm, "Don’t be angry, there’s still a long way to go."

Knowing the history and the birth and death years of many elders, what can’t they see past?

Lu Jiang replied softly, "I’ll buy tickets tomorrow for father and Xibao to go home, better they stay there to avoid accidents. It’s not the thieves we fear but that they’ll remember us; they may lack shame, but we mustn’t let the mice ruin the Jade Vase."

Xibao is like a mutton-fat white jade vase in front of a Buddha, not tolerating the slightest mishap.

Xibao had no objection, "I also miss Grandpa Jin and Grandpa Wen at home, and I’ve encountered some problems with my studies recently. If not for Grandpa wanting to see Uncle Jiang to say goodbye, we would have returned home after seeing Mom and my younger siblings."

Feng Qingxue felt saddened, having to face separation just a few days after reuniting.

Sometimes, she really wished her son could live by her side instead of going back home to study.

Xibao handed the kitchen knife to his father, then came over to hug his mother’s shoulder, "Mom, don’t be like this. Being able to learn from Grandpa and Grandma is my fortune. I’ve really learned a lot of unimaginable knowledge, and that knowledge is a wealth beyond description by money. Learning from them, I’ve seen how vast the sky is and how deep the earth is."

"I know, but you’ve been going back and forth these years, unable to live with Dad, Mom, and your younger siblings, and Dad and Mom can’t take care of you," Feng Qingxue felt particularly concerned for this son. Why did she agree to his request to learn from the elders back then?

Xibao smiled and said, "I can take care of myself, I’m not a child anymore."

Feng Qingxue’s eyes turned slightly red, "I’ll definitely take a long leave at the end of this year, and bring your younger siblings home to spend the New Year with you, so you and Grandpa won’t have to travel thousands of miles." freewёbnoνel-com

Xibao glanced at Lu Jiang, "That sounds good, when we go home we’ll stay in Ayu’s new bungalow."

"Why only one bungalow? Didn’t we renovate the old house?" Though Feng Qingxue remembered a mention in a letter received while with the South Sea Fleet, she forgot to ask in detail in the reply, though she could roughly guess the reason.

Sure enough, Xibao said, "Grandpa thought it was too ostentatious. Our family will rebuild it a couple of years later."

Feng Qingxue nodded, "Following Grandpa’s advice can’t go wrong."

Xibao continued, "Our bungalow is well built, Aunt is quite envious and plans to build a bungalow next year. I guess Aunt’s husband doesn’t have enough money, Mom, be ready for Aunt to ask to borrow money."

Feng Qingxue smiled gently, "Actually, she could just ask Grandpa for a loan, and I’ll deposit more money in your account later."

Living far away, both she and Lu Jiang, for matters at home concerning their share of social interactions, had to rely on Father Lu to handle. Although the small expenses seemed negligible, considering the numerous Wang and Lu family relatives, it amounted to quite a sum by year-end. Moreover, they and the elders still needed to buy paper, pens, and sometimes wander the black market and second-hand marketplaces.

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