Chapter 352

The wedding night.

It should have been one of life's four great joys.

But because of my momentary soft-heartedness, the perfectly fine two-person world stubbornly gained a super invincible light bulb—Jia Family's Xiao Dang.

In Qin Jingru's heart, she instinctively felt a sense of guilt toward Xu Daming.

Moreover, Xu Daming said that Jia Zhangshi was taking the chance to extort.

Having witnessed Jia Zhangshi's shameless conduct, Qin Jingru naturally expressed her attitude in accordance with Xu Daming's view.

Moreover, what Xu Daming said is reasonable.

If Xiao Dang really cried.

Jia Zhangshi, unable to find a blood-sucking excuse, would surely make a big issue of this; then Xu Daming and his wife would surely end up like mud falling off their pants—not feces, but the same fate as feces.

Qin Jingru suddenly realized she had left Xiao Dang inside the room.

This seems not a good thing.

On a joyous occasion, keeping an outsider disliked by her own son-in-law inside the room; on the other hand, Qin Jingru feels that Xiao Dang now inexplicably has a sense of familiarity.

She examined him closely for a moment.

She felt completely relieved.

She finally understood why the unfamiliar feeling on Xiao Dang's body made her feel so familiar.

More than twenty years ago.

She had once experienced this on Qin Huairu's body.

No wonder she is Qin Huairu's daughter; she truly inherited Qin Huairu's two-faced scheming advantage, and for profit can even break her own bottom line.

At this moment.

Xiao Dang, with a pitiful look, clutching Qin Jingru's clothes, is exactly the same as Qin Huairu, who once schemed against Qin Jingru, claiming Qin Jingru stole her red hair ribbon out of envy and jealousy.

Truly a white-eyed wolf.

A bastard who knows no gratitude.

"Xiao Dang, don't cry—what your uncle-in-law says is right. You know exactly what kind of person your grandmother is; if you cry out loud, she'll likely ransack our house."

Xu Daming narrowed his eyes.

His wife.

She is not as stupid as she looks.

That's fine.

So as to avoid him going to the countryside to show movies, worrying that Qin Jingru left at home would fall for the schemes of Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu, and without thinking just give away all the Xu family's belongings to the Jia and Qin.

His gaze fell on Xiao Dang.

To speak frankly.

Xu Daming was still the first time he seriously regarded Xiao Dang, this not-yet-grown child.

Such a young age.

Don't know who she learned it from.

So scheming.

Can match the thief saint Bangeng; in some aspects, truly self-taught.

Probably having seen too much of Qin Huairu's act of feigning pity with tears for the neighbors, the ten-year-old yellow-haired girl, after Qin Jingru said a few words to her, deliberately lifted her tear-filled eyes to a thirty-six-degree angle toward Qin Jingru.

An even more exquisite technique.

It is the tears swirling in the eye sockets, refusing to fall to the ground.

Have you practiced?

Otherwise, how could one explain this means of self-controlling tear flow!

Xu Daming paused.

He saw that in Xiao Dang's tear-filled eyes, there faintly mingled a hint of greed; especially when her gaze fell on those furnishings in Xu Daming's room that the Jia Family simply didn't have, her greedy look would naturally turn fierce.

Ill intentions!

Xu Daming could only console himself in this way.

He thought it over.

Using the pretext that today is his wedding night and it's inappropriate for Xiao Dang to stay in the room, he tried to drive Xiao Dang away.

Xiao Dang, it's not early—I'll send you back to your room to sleep.

Just as his words fell.

Xu Daming's inner vigilance.

Then it rose to twelvefold.

Xiao Dang's hand gripping Qin Jingru's clothes tightened further; her expression became even more urgent, a look of reluctance to leave.

Really a damn drama queen!

Already three parts into the bone.

Listen, Xiao Dang.

Aunt, can I not go?

A crisp, fresh voice.

It flew into Xu Daming and Qin Jingru's ears.

Don't look at Xiao Dang being only ten this year, but in some aspects even the adults of the Siheyuan can't compare with her; after hearing inside the room the blood-sucking plan of Jia Zhangshi and Bangeng targeting Xu Daming, although she voiced no opinion, she secretly made a decision in her heart.

That is, by taking advantage of some opportunity, to make herself a member of the Xu family.

Jia Zhangshi has a saying.

Xiao Dang firmly kept it in her heart.

Don't think that Xu Damu married Qin Jingru, yet he is still destined to be childless; this life he will have no offspring, and when he dies, the Xu family's property will all go to the Jia family.

Xiao Dang didn't know what "extinct line" meant, but she knew what offspring signified.

Yi Zhonghai treated Qin Huairu well because he had no offspring; Qin Huairu gave birth to Huaihua for Yi Zhonghai because his family was wealthy.

Inside the Siheyuan.

Several well-known wealthy families.

Front yard, Yan Fugui's family has one bicycle and one radio.

Middle courtyard, Shazhu's family has one bicycle, one radio, and one sewing machine.

Back yard, Xu Damu's bicycle was issued by the Yagangchang; each time he goes to the countryside to show movies and returns, he can bring back some rare local specialties not available in the city.

White flour steamed buns, meat dishes—they can eat a meal every few days.

During the New Year they can even wear a new set of clothes.

Now look at the Jia family: since Yi Zhonghai's death, their life has worsened day by day; they eat the unwanted steamed corn buns and the throat‑sorghum gruel, one meal after another.

Her clothes are the ones Bangeng cast off, patched countless times; even the cloth shoes she wears proudly show her toes.

Naturally inherited from Jia Zhangshi is Xiao Dang's love of eating and laziness, and she has also acquired a disdain for poverty and love of wealth out of nowhere.

A child does not despise his mother's ugliness.

A dog does not despise a poor home.

Xiao Dang seems even inferior to the yard's big yellow dog; she doesn't know whether it's because some matter of the Jia family stimulated her, causing endless resentment to well up in her heart for no reason.

They are all exactly the same kind of person.

Why does He Weiguo get such good parents as Yu Li and Shazhu, being carefully protected by his parents?

Why must I have Jia Zhangshi, that wicked grandmother who specializes in teaching evil, and my mother Qin Huairu, whose reputation is notorious all over the street!

If possible.

She would rather not be Jia Zhangshi's granddaughter, not Qin Huairu's daughter, not Bangeng's sister; as long as she doesn't bear the Jia surname, she could have any other surname.

Such a thought.

At first it was only hidden deep in Xiao Dang's heart.

As Xu Damu married Qin Jingru, and as Jia Zhangshi incessantly mentioned Xu Damu's childless fate, and as the Jia family would become relatives of the Xu family because Qin Jingru married Xu Damu, turning their neighborly relation into a familial one, and so on.

The thought deep in her heart filled Xiao Dang's entire being.

Under the influence of this thought, Xiao Dang would, like a drama queen possessed, publicly stab her grandmother Jia Zhangshi in the back.

Mainly she wanted to leave Xu Damu and Qin Jingru the impression that she, Xiao Dang, dares to fight against the immoral Jia family, crafting an image of herself as unstained by the mire.

She wanted to use this opportunity, using her fear of Jia Zhangshi as an excuse, to successfully stay in Xu Damu's home, and then by any means establish herself as Xu Damu's little niece.