Chapter 1237: A Breach of Etiquette

As soon as An's father spoke these words, the eldest son of the An family looked very unnatural: "Um, today, um..."

Seeing his expression, An's father said: "Um, what is this? You can't even speak a sentence?"

Because Qiu's grandmother died on the day her own young grandson was born, An's father indeed held quite a grudge against the old lady; moreover, since no one accompanied his daughter today, he and his wife had come over early.

He handed the matter of paying condolences to his son, thinking this was also a gesture to let the in-laws know not to neglect his own daughter and grandson: "What is this expression of yours? Could it be that those families didn't discuss it, and each family gave their own gift?"

The eldest son of the An family glanced at his own wife.

Seeing that the matter could no longer be hidden, the eldest son of the An family coughed lightly and said: "Dad, the gift money you gave was taken by the second brother."

An's father's eyes immediately widened: "Did he take it to gamble again?"

An's mother was also angry at this moment: "Didn't he promise not to gamble? How did he go again?"

An's father looked up at his eldest son: "Didn't I give the money to you? How did he get his hands on it?"

The eldest son of the An family was also quite angry: "I thought I'd just wash my hair and change clothes before he went over; I going over represents the An family, so I couldn't let my little sister lose face. But I didn't expect that after everything was ready, the money was gone. Hearing the children say the second one had entered the room, I rushed out in a panic."

As he spoke, he scratched his head: "As a result, I only thought about finding the second one and didn't pay attention to the time. By the time I returned to the village, Qiu's grandmother had already been carried up the mountain."

Hearing these words, An's father asked: "You didn't go to record the gifts?"

The eldest son of the An family looked at his wife, his eyes full of a plea for help.

The eldest daughter-in-law of the An family was just about to say something when she heard An's father directly explode in anger: "Was your brain pinched by a door? If you couldn't find him, that's one thing, but what kind of day is today? Your little sister was already under fire, and now this is good; no gifts were recorded, and gifts cannot be given later for a funeral. What are we supposed to do?"

Qiu's mother, hearing these words outside the door, looked at her youngest son with some heartache; she knew nothing about this matter.

But when they left, the others were over at the main house; by the time they got home, the whole family would likely know about the An family not recording the gifts. What a fuss this has caused.

Regardless, they should take the people back first. Pushing open the door, she entered the ward: "In-laws, we have come to pick up Xiao Jing and the child. You have worked hard today."

The An family was startled; seeing Qiu's mother and son, they all wore expressions of guilt.

An's father had just been thinking that he must hurry back to the village in a moment to deliver the gift; as long as it wasn't after today, it wouldn't count as a belated gift. But since the person had already been carried up the mountain, going to deliver a gift now would surely be a breach of etiquette.

Now seeing the in-laws and son-in-law enter, he felt even more guilty, thinking to himself: I wonder if they heard what was just said?

An's father suddenly thought of something, took a deep breath, and said: "Mother-in-law, you can see our whole family is here at the health center; we haven't had time to go over to offer condolences yet. Since we are going into the city this afternoon to handle some matters, we won't follow you back to the village. This gift money can be given directly to you to take back."

He turned and glared at his own eldest son, then walked over to Qiu Shaocheng and asked in a low voice: "How much did the other families give?"

Qiu Shaocheng had previously heard people discussing it: "Those few families gave three yuan."

An's father counted out three yuan and handed it to Qiu's mother: "Mother-in-law, I apologize."

Qiu's mother also wanted to hurry back and knew she must accept the money now; otherwise, her youngest son would have even less face later: "Alright, I'll take it."

The An family helped put the people onto the cart, then began discussing where to find the second one, fearing he might be schemed against or caught by the public security.