How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 204 - 206: Is that called normal?_1

Xue Sufen: "..." "It’s obvious that she uses good stuff for food, clothing, and other necessities."

Old Mr. Xue: "Where do you see that her provisions for food and clothes are good? I’ve seen Qiaoqiao more than once, and I didn’t think her clothes were that great."

Xue Sufen counted off: "The meals she orders in the dining hall are all meat dishes. The clothes she wears are particularly stylish, especially that slim-fitting black sweater with a black midi skirt, topped with a woolen light coat. It’s an export surplus. How could she get it without stealing or robbing? I don’t even have export surplus clothes. The little kettle she uses is just like mine. Mine was a gift from my aunt. Who gave hers to her?"

Xue Lingfeng’s gaze traveled inside the house, his wife and his old mother were gone. "What color clothes did your mom and your grandma wear today?"

Xue Sufen choked.

Old Mr. Xue laughed, "You don’t even know the color of the clothes your own family members wear, yet you’re so attentive to a classmate’s thickness of dress and style. How jealous must you be to pay such close attention?"

Xue Lingqing added, "So jealous that it’s twisted your heart, turning her into a thorn in your side."

Xue Sufen’s chest heaved violently, indignantly she denied, "Jealous of Li Qiao? My family’s conditions are better than hers, and I look better than she does. What’s so great about her? Is her skin just a bit whiter and her height a bit taller than mine?"

Old Mr. Xue slammed the table, "Which numbskull filled your head with such narcissism! Take a good look at yourself! Do you think she is just a little whiter and taller?"

Xue Sufen: "...."

Xue Sufen’s father Xue Lingfeng said, "Dad, there’s no need for self-deprecation, our child’s good looks are beyond doubt."

Old Mr. Xue held the sides of his head with both hands, rubbed them irritably, "I’ll drag Qiaoqiao over here and you compare yourself to her."

Old Mr. Xue grabbed his walking stick, excited, he went out the door.

"Just don’t fall." Xue Lingfeng followed him.

Old Mr. Xue walked out the door, turned back to the house and picked up a bunch of bananas from the table, not wanting to arrive empty-handed.

...

When the Xue father and son arrived, Li Qiao had just finished washing her hair and was haphazardly rubbing it with a towel.

"Qiaoqiao, washing your hair? Is your grandma in?"

Li Qiao tossed her head back, the messy, damp hair piling on top of her head, seeing an imposing middle-aged man following Old Mr. Xue, she guessed it was Mr. Xue, "Oh, Sir Xue, and this must be Mr. Xue. Hello to you both. My grandma went out to buy groceries with a neighbor. They’ll be back soon. Please take a seat."

Li Qiao went inside to fetch chairs as she spoke.

Xue Lingfeng silently appraised her. The girl wore a very loose tracksuit, seemingly swaying about within it.

There was a fragile beauty to her.

Her skin was white and clear, her face a perfect oval, her features delicate, and her lips as if tinted with lipstick.

Even disheveled and unadorned, she was beautiful.

Li Qiao wrapped her hair in the towel in a few swift movements, brought over stools, and then brewed two cups of goji berry tea, adding two yellow chrysanthemum buds to cool down the heat. "Sir Xue, Mr. Xue, please enjoy."

Old Mr. Xue secretly nudged Xue Lingfeng, whispering, "See? Isn’t she pretty and industrious? I’ve never even drunk tea made by Sufen."

Speaking of which, Li Qiao brought over some snacks.

Xue Lingfeng said, "I heard from your third uncle that Sufen and her classmates accused you wrongly at school. I’ve already reprimanded her. If she bothers you again, just come and tell us, and we’ll sort it out for you."

Li Qiao was surprised; they weren’t here to see her grandma? She smiled and said, "It’s no big deal."

Old Mr. Xue: "You are such a generous child. If Sufen had half of your sense, I would be content."

Li Qiao smiled, "Sufen is quite innocent. She’s a nice person, generous, and always willing to help."

Old Mr. Xue snorted silently. Innocent enough to be used by others, which in plain terms is stupidity. He looked around the courtyard, "Is Jin not at home?"

Li Qiao made a sound of affirmation, "He left early when I was going to school. He said he made two friends and planned to go fishing together."

"Fishing? Hope he doesn’t lose his ambition to such distractions. Needs to be kept in check," Xue Lingfeng said.

Li Qiao’s response was rather perfunctory.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Qin came back, and Old Mr. Xue and Xue Lingfeng greeted her first.

Old Mrs. Qin had seen Xue Lingfeng when he was a child, and now to see him in middle age, while she herself had grown old, could not help but sigh at the passing of time.

Xue Lingfeng took the initiative to mention the memory of Old Mrs. Qin taking him to buy snacks when he was a child, which Old Mrs. Qin had long since forgotten.

Xue Lingfeng, "Auntie, have you been back to your hometown over these years?"

Old Mrs. Qin expressed her regret, "No." Firstly, she lacked the money for the journey, and secondly, the way she and Jin had left those years ago wasn’t quite proper, and she worried about being recognized and arrested if she returned.

Now that times were better, she was preparing to go back this year to sweep the graves and pay tribute to her ancestors.

"If you are going to pay tribute to your ancestors during Qingming festival, you could join us on the trip," Xue Lingfeng said.

Old Mrs. Qin tactfully declined, "That would trouble you too much." Jiang Wanqiu would definitely not be pleased, and if the family ended up arguing over this, wouldn’t she become the instigator of someone else’s family conflict? "Besides, we’ll have to see if Qiaoqiao has time."

Sir Xue, "It should be easy to ask for leave from university."

Old Mrs. Qin, "Asking for leave would interfere with studies. Qiaoqiao is preparing to skip two grades to begin her junior year, which will undoubtedly be demanding. I cannot afford to hold her back."

Sir Xue and Xue Lingfeng each heaved a silent sigh.

No wonder that young wife doesn’t bother to compete with Sufen, she’ll soon be jumping ahead in her studies, not even in the same class anymore.

Seeing Sufen again might even require calling her "senior."

While that young wife is striving to climb up, their Sufen is still foolishly and arrogantly comparing families, appearances, and clothes.

Why not compare their studies as well?

.....

When Sir Xue and Xue Lingfeng arrived back home, Xue Sufen said, "Dad, how did it go? Isn’t Li Qiao quite ordinary?"

Xue Lingfeng, "Ordinary? She’s way more beautiful than you. If your future sister-in-law looked like that, I’d be willing to serve her tea and water every day." Beauty comes second, the key is that she knows how to behave. Despite her young age, her words and actions show maturity.

His own daughter is utterly clueless.

Xue Sufen, "...," and after holding back, she said, "Didn’t you used to say often that no girl looks better than your own daughter?"

"Li Qiao does indeed look better." Face shape, features, temperament, height, not a single flaw could be found.

The Qin kid was uneducated, and it was unclear how he managed to snag the Top Scholar.

Soon he would have his son learn from Qin Jin how to chase a girl.

Sir Xue, on the other hand, heaped lavish praises on Li Qiao, such as her hair being admirably messy.

And her alert and lively demeanor, as they entered, she was busy serving tea and water.

Additionally, Li Qiao was doing well in her studies and would soon be taking a test to skip a grade, becoming Xue Sufen’s senior.

And Xue Sufen, living with such an outstanding classmate, managed to learn nothing but how to make a fool of herself.

Father and son took turns criticizing Xue Sufen and ordered her to stay at home for a while, threatening to cut off her allowance by Xue Lingqing if she got involved with Cheng Shuqin at school.

Under the pressure from her elders, Xue Sufen agreed not to associate with Cheng Shuqin anymore.

In fact, her relationship with Cheng Shuqin had cooled off quite a bit; this time she had merely joined her in dealing with Li Qiao.

Little did she expect such a big reaction from her family.

She genuinely suspected that Li Qiao knew some kind of bewitchment.

She had won over her uncle and grandfather, and now even her dad seemed to think highly of Li Qiao.