How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 190 - 192: Complaining_1

Old Mrs. Qin took one look, the man’s hair was gray, and his back slightly bent. His features had changed a lot since his youth, but traces of his younger self could still be discerned. "That must be Xue, haven’t seen you for many years, I can vaguely remember that when we were younger, you once caught fish for me to eat."

Jiang Wanqiu’s face changed, "When did I give you fish?"

Old Mrs. Qin, sensing the displeasure in Jiang Wanqiu’s tone, corrected herself, "Maybe I got it wrong."

Old Mr. Xue put on his reading glasses and scrutinized Old Mrs. Qin meticulously, slowly recalling memories of years gone by, and after a moment said, "Is that Xiangjun? I didn’t expect to see you at this age. You remembered correctly, I did catch them." He introduced, "This is my granddaughter, her name is Sufen."

Jiang Wanqiu interjected, "She got into Beijing University this year, and she’s also the city’s Top Scholar. Come, Sufen, meet your Old Mrs. Qin, she’s our real fellow villager."

Xue Sufen politely said, "Hello, Old Mrs. Qin."

Old Mrs. Qin smiled, "Hello, the child is quite handsome."

"Everyone says she looks like me when I was young," Jiang Wanqiu said.

Old Mrs. Qin earnestly tried to recall, but didn’t think they resembled each other and didn’t continue the conversation.

Jiang Wanqiu poured tea, "This is some fine Longjing tea. Have a taste."

Old Mrs. Qin sighed.

Jiang Wanqiu brought over a photo album, pointing to the people in it, "This is my eldest son, and his wife. Here’s my eldest grandson, he works in a government-owned enterprise. You’ve just met my eldest granddaughter. This is my second daughter and her husband, and these three are their kids. The oldest is also preparing for university this year. The one on the far right is my youngest son, a professor at Beijing University."

Old Mrs. Qin had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

It wasn’t jealousy.

It was that Jiang Wanqiu, fully aware that her son and daughter-in-law had passed away, still came to show off her blissful family life in front of her.

Was this not like twisting a knife in her heart?

Sir Xue asked, "Xiangjun, did you live here before, or did you move in recently?"

Without waiting for Old Mrs. Qin to respond, Jiang Wanqiu said, "She just moved in. Poor Xiangjun, Qin and her son and daughter-in-law have all passed away."

Sir Xue felt a surge of sympathy. All these years must have been hard for Xiangjun, "Is there anyone else at home?"

Old Mrs. Qin, trying to keep her composure, said, "My grandson and his wife."

"Your grandson is married? None of my grandchildren are married yet. My youngest son is twenty-five and doesn’t even have a partner," Sir Xue remarked.

Old Mrs. Qin, "Those in your family who pursue academic careers, they’re not in a hurry. We who don’t read, what’s the point if not to marry?"

Sir Xue asked again where Old Mrs. Qin lived.

Estimating the distance, Old Mrs. Qin said, "I should be living behind your house, in the alley at number 36."

Thinking to herself, Jiang Wanqiu mused, so she lives in an alley.

Clicking her tongue, she thought, you used to live in the largest house in town, but now you’ve fallen so low as to live in alley housing.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, fortunes do rotate.

Xue Sufen was startled, number 36? Newly moved in? Grandson and his wife?

Li Qiao actually has a partner! She couldn’t help herself, "Are you Li Qiao’s grandma?"

"You know my granddaughter-in-law?" Old Mrs. Qin was slightly proud. Her granddaughter-in-law was indeed remarkable, quickly becoming known throughout Beijing.

Xue Sufen hesitated, "Isn’t she still studying?"

"That doesn’t mean she can’t get married. We’re officially married; it’s not like we’re just dating," Old Mrs. Qin explained, having seen the rule in Qiaoqiao’s enrollment manual that, aside from married students, single students were not allowed to date. She clarified this specifically to avoid trouble for Qiaoqiao. She continued, "How do you know her?"

"She’s in the same class as me. Old Mrs. Qin, you really need to discipline Li Qiao, she’s incredibly aggressive, cursing people out and getting into fights— she even ripped out a bunch of hair from my roommate at the start of school..." Xue Sufen began to list Li Qiao’s offenses.

Old Mrs. Qin was furious, it must have been that good-for-nothing grandson of hers who taught her this!

The little rascal!

Such a good girl had married into their family, and now she had turned into a hooligan.

She wouldn’t be able to quench the anger in her heart today if she didn’t give him a piece of her mind.

She stormed off towards home.

Old Mr. Xue and Jiang Wanqiu were startled.

Only after Old Mrs. Qin had walked away did the two of them react.

"The ’Top Scholar’ your uncle mentioned, isn’t that Li Qiao from her family?" Jiang Wanqiu said.

Here she was, bragging about her granddaughter being the city’s top scholar, when it turned out that the other party was the national top scholar.

How embarrassing!

Xue Sufen nodded: "Yes, that’s her. Now she’s fussing about skipping grades and writing papers, and my uncle treats her like his own niece, advising her on this and that." He’s not nearly as enthusiastic with her.

Jiang Wanqiu’s heart skipped a beat.

Could her youngest son be smitten with someone’s granddaughter-in-law?

Her own husband, when he was young, was so enchanted by Ruan Xiangjun that he became muddle-headed, and even several years into their marriage, he would call out for ’Junjun’ in his dreams.

Her son must not be bewitched by Ruan Xiangjun’s little enchantress! "Where is your uncle?"

"Probably in the university library."

Jiang Wanqiu could not sit still a moment longer; she prepared to find her son and get a clear answer.

Old Mr. Xue asked, "Where are you going now?"

"Just out for a bit," Jiang Wanqiu hurriedly left.

Old Mr. Xue lectured Xue Sufen: "Why do you have such a loose tongue? When people scold or fight, there must be a reason. They couldn’t possibly be looking for trouble without cause, right?"

"Why are you speaking up for Li Qiao too? She’s really not a good person." Xue Sufen recalled Li Qiao’s self-introduction in the first English class; she hadn’t understood the meaning of several words at the time, but she could recite what the other had said. It was only after asking her uncle that she found out Li Qiao had been an assistant for the forensic medical examiner at the police station.

She might have dealt with dead bodies before.

Oh my God!

Just thinking about it made her hair stand on end.

She went upstairs to her room to catch a supposedly good drama of the mother-in-law lecturing her daughter-in-law through the window.

She only saw Old Mrs. Qin stepping briskly into the courtyard.

Straight into the house, and soon after, a young man was yanked out.

Upon seeing the person’s features clearly, she was shaken.

Wasn’t this the pen pal she had always wanted to make?

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"You little brat! I told you to watch your mouth, but you don’t listen. Look at what you’ve turned your wife into," Old Mrs. Qin scolded.

Qin Jin was completely baffled.

What had he taught his wife?

Nowadays, he didn’t even curse in front of her, fearing she might pick it up.

He was extremely civilized.

Li Qiao was just as clueless: "Grandma, what are you doing?"

Old Mrs. Qin explained what had happened.

Li Qiao was beside herself with anger: "That’s twisting the truth! That day, I was peacefully writing my application to skip a grade, and Cheng Shuqin snatched my letter paper. At first, I politely asked for it back, but she clenched it in her hand and said she wouldn’t give it back.

I was very angry at the time. If she had returned the application or apologized right then, I definitely wouldn’t have hit her. But she provoked me, insisting I hit her. If I didn’t meet her demands, wouldn’t she think I was easy to bully? That’s why I beat her up."

Li Qiao recounted the cause of her frustration.

By the way, it seemed that grandma and Xue Sufen’s grandmother actually knew each other.

What a strange twist of fate.