Chapter 493: Bangeng Seems Like a Little Old Man

When Qin Huairu and Bangengniang were both crying noisily.

Shi Jiahong saw many villagers around looking at her; thinking of her status as Bangeng's wife, she offered a few words of advice.

"Father of the child, what are you doing? Mom's here, this is a good thing; we should be happy, your crying and sniveling makes the neighbors laugh at us."

Qin Huairu, who was already extremely dissatisfied with Shi Jiahong marrying Bangeng.

Upon hearing the three words "father of the child".

Her heart felt as if a thorn had been stabbed into it.

She didn't know how to describe her feelings at that moment.

Shi Jiahong's three children, although they call Bangeng father, are actually the bloodline of Shi Jiahong's dead husband, and have no relation to Bangeng whatsoever.

They kept calling him "father of the child".

One can imagine how difficult it would be to take Bangeng away.

Qin Huairu, whose sad past had been touched, whose face was already streaming with tears, cried even more miserably.

"Mom, don't cry; you've come to see Bangeng, this is a good thing—come back to the courtyard with me, Erdan and Sangouzi will surely be happy to see their grandmother."

And grandmother.

I scoff.

Qin Huairu clearly remembered Jia Zhangshi's instructions: it would be best for Bangeng to divorce the widow, return alone to the Capital City, and marry Shazhu's adopted sister, You Fengxia.

If the widow refuses to divorce Bangeng and insists on going to the city with him, then none of her three children can come back.

If the widow insists on bringing the children, then let the three of them change their surname to Jia.

On the way here.

Qin Huairu still thought she could convince the widow to come to the city with Bangeng without the children, but a few words from the widow made her attitude on this matter crystal clear to Qin Huairu.

The task entrusted by Jia Zhangshi.

The task is heavy and the road long.

After crying for over ten minutes, presumably from exhaustion, Bangeng and Qin Huairu stopped their sobbing one after another; their red, swollen eyes made them look like frogs.

Shi Jiahong took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu glanced at the handkerchief Shi Jiahong offered, deliberately refused it, even letting out a dissatisfied snort; she took out her own handkerchief, first wiped Bangeng's tears, then cleared the tear marks on her own face, and, guided by Bangeng, walked toward his courtyard, asking along the way about his situation over the past year—whether he was doing well, could eat his fill, whether work was hard, the usual small talk.

Seeing Qin Huairu pull Bangeng away, Shi Jiahong thought for a moment, then quickly followed.

Qin Huairu saw Shi Jiahong following, and saw Bangeng leading her toward Shi Jiahong's courtyard, and immediately felt a sense of unease.

Could it be that Bangeng is living in the courtyard of Shi Jiahong's deceased husband?

This is certainly not what Qin Huairu wanted to see.

She wanted to say a few words to Bangeng behind Shi Jiahong's back.

Actually, this was Qin Huairu's backup plan; if it really couldn't be done, she intended to sneak away with Bangeng, but if there was a tail behind them, how could she explain her plan to escape the pit with Bangeng to him?

"Jiahong, I don't need you to serve me; having Bangeng with me is enough—I know how to get to Bangeng's courtyard."

"Mom, you don't know: since Yan Jiekuang and the others returned to the city, our village has seen no newcomers; the courtyard where Bangeng used to live isn't very safe, with blind bears and wolves often prowling, and for over a year Bangeng has been living with me in the Stone Family's home."

A feeling of the world spinning.

It found Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu, who just a moment ago felt clear-headed and refreshed, now felt her blood pressure rise.

Really, what is there to fear?

And yet, this is what came.

She kept thinking, Bangeng must absolutely not live in the middle of the village, and must absolutely not share a courtyard with the Stone Family.

Heaven is blind.

Bangeng lives in the Stone Family's courtyard.

That's equivalent to being watched.

No.

Rather, people were worried Bangeng would run away, so they kept an all-around watch on him.

Qin Huairu's plan to sneak away with Bangeng hadn't even been carried out before it was stillborn.

For the present plan.

We can only put the primary plan on the agenda—first numb her, then work on Shi Jiahong's thoughts; if the widow comes back to the city, let her come back.

Qin Huairu couldn't worry about much else.

She dared not leave Bangeng here for life.

"Jiahong, I'll have Bangeng take me around; last time I came to Dongbei, I was just busy with your affairs, finished and then the holiday was almost over, I came and left in a rush, doing nothing." Qin Huairu smiled at Shi Jiahong, "This time, you two come with me to the Capital City; if you want to come back later, it won't be easy."

In her words.

Implicitly meaning to reassure Shi Jiahong, it would have Bangeng take Shi Jiahong back to the city together, and also expressed the idea of not taking Shi Jiahong's three children.

Shi Jiahong, having understood Qin Huairu's meaning, said a few polite pleasantries to her, turned and headed home; she saw that Qin Huairu wanted to whisper something to Bangeng, guessed it concerned her, and thought it a good opportunity to discuss Qin Huairu's meaning thoroughly with her own parents.

They both had ideas.

They both wanted to act behind the other's back.

Shi Jiahong then, following Qin Huairu's meaning, gave them a little private time.

After she left.

Qin Huairu, not sparing sympathy for Bangeng, poked his forehead with her finger, speaking in a tone of frustrated disappointment, scolding him: in her view, if Bangeng couldn't control his lower half, he would never have been able to marry the widow Shi Jiahong with her three children; Shi Jiahong doesn't deserve Bangeng.

Qin Huairu forgot her roots, completely forgetting that she herself is a widow with three children and a mother-in-law, her mother-in-law Jia Zhangshi also being a widow.

"Mom, I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place any longer; everyone's gone, I'm the only one left—I want to go home; if I keep staying here, I might as well be dead."

Qin Huairu let out a cold snort from her mouth.

He glanced at Bangeng.

It wasn't that he looked down on Bangeng; Bangeng lacked that kind of death‑seeking resolve. After being seized by Shi Jiahong's parents, Bangeng was so frightened he was about to piss himself, kneeling before them, sobbing and kowtowing to admit his fault.

"You still have the nerve to say that? If it weren't for your recklessness, you would have already gone back to the city with Yan Jiekuang and the others; it wouldn't have come to this delay."

"I didn't expect this outcome."

"I originally wanted to sneak away with you, but you and Shi Jiahong are living in the Stone Family's courtyard, and there's surely someone watching you around. Forget it, I'm so angry I could die. Tonight, you should probe Shi Jiahong's intentions—your grandmother's meaning is that you'd better divorce Shi Jiahong as soon as possible. She has arranged a match for you in the Siheyuan: a distant relative of Shazhu named Dang Xianghong, who looks like a fairy from a painting, and your grandmother wants her to be your wife."

On Bangeng's face.

He squeezed out a Pig Brother's expression.

This guy is lecherous.