Chapter 32: Shen Lan Choked with Anger

"We are not their biological children, just adopted; how could Si Rong possibly care for us with any sincerity?"

"Even if she occasionally showed us affection in the past, it was only because she wanted to curry favor with Father; after all, she is just a housewife."

Shen Chi thought, that is indeed true.

"Why?" he asked.

In truth, what Shen Chi wanted to ask more was, by what right?

Since she adopted them, shouldn't she love them well and fulfill her own responsibilities and obligations?

Besides, he is different from those playboys of the same age; what is wrong with wanting to get ahead and wanting to become a successful person like the eldest uncle of the Si Family and the second uncle of the Si Family?

"No reason; I want you to listen to your father and do well in your current position."

Although there were many details that didn't get cleared up during that last phone call, Si Rong could roughly guess.

Placing such an ambitious ingrate by her eldest brother's side would likely not only fail to help, but would also cause her eldest brother a great deal of trouble.

Shen Chi looked at Si Rong, his expression suddenly very dejected.

At the same time, it carried a reproach of dissatisfaction toward her as a mother.

Ming Zi, who was to the side, really couldn't hold back and said, "Your eldest uncle of the Si Family didn't become the person he is today by relying on following someone around to learn."

"Besides, gold will shine wherever it is..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was coldly interrupted by Shen Chi.

"My affairs are not for a woman who clings to the wealthy to manage!"

Honestly, this was the first time Si Rong had seen this side of Shen Chi.

He was like a completely different person from the child who used to act obedient in front of her.

Slap—

Si Rong slapped him directly across the face, "Who taught you these manners? How dare you talk back to your elder like that!"

Shen Chi was stunned; he blankly covered his right cheek, and it took a long while for him to come to his senses.

Then, without saying a word, he ran out.

His mother actually hit him for the sake of an outsider!

No one had anticipated this turn of events; Ming Zi secretly regretted her quick tongue and said with some guilt, "Rongrong, what should we do? If he runs out like this, won't something happen to him?"

"Nothing will happen," Si Rong still understood Shen Chi, "He treasures his life above all else!"

The elderly often say, you can see a child's future at three and their old age at seven.

A few years ago, there was a time she took Shen Chi hiking.

They accidentally fell into a trap.

Enduring her worry and fear, she saved all the water in her water bottle for Shen Chi to drink alone, and they waited inside the trap for most of the night.

When the Si Family and Shen Lan came to rescue them and lowered a rope down the trap.

Shen Chi, who hadn't spoken a word the whole time, suddenly shouted, "Save me first! I'm scared!"

At the time, Si Han was displeased at the mouth of the trap, "Xiao Chi, your mother is injured; let's pull her up first to get bandaged, and then we'll pull you up immediately, alright?"

Shen Chi immediately began to wail.

"Second Brother, pull Xiao Chi up first!"

At the time, she hadn't thought much of it at all; she only felt that Shen Chi was a child, and it was normal to be timid and afraid.

But thinking about it now, it is still hard not to feel cold-hearted; everything had been foreseen long ago.

Shen Chi running out like this was nothing more than wanting to go find Shen Lan to complain.

However, none of this mattered to her anymore.

In the evening, Shen Lan, who had been in a cold war with her for a long time, finally took the initiative to speak to her first.

It was just that he still carried an aloof, high-and-mighty attitude.

"I've considered it; it's fine to let Xiao Chi follow the eldest brother for now."

In his imagination, he was willing to give Si Rong a way out, so Si Rong must be overjoyed and would definitely handle this matter well.

But Si Rong didn't even pay him any mind; she walked straight past him and returned to the bedroom.

Shen Lan was suddenly choked with anger.

Si Rong didn't want to reconcile with him?

The man's jawline was tilted slightly upward, and then he held his forehead and laughed.

Forget it; the reason Si Rong's temper was so big now was all because he had spoiled her.

It seems the old village saying is still correct: you can't be too good to a thing like a woman; you have to discipline her with a small beating every three days and a big beating every five days.

However, it seemed this cold war couldn't continue for the time being.

Shen Yuan entered the door and complained of hunger.

Shen Lan glanced at Shen Mu and Shen Yun on the sofa, then walked all the way into the bedroom, his tone softening slightly, "Wife, go cook! Our daughter is hungry."

Actually, he was hungry too.

Ever since Wang Ma left, everything in the house had become inconvenient.

There were no hot, delicious meals in the kitchen, and there was no longer tea at the perfect temperature on the table.

He didn't know how many days it had been since the white floor in the house had been wiped; there were faint traces of dirt.

He wasn't used to any of it.

"I've already eaten at the dance club; if you're hungry, you can figure it out yourselves!"

Shen Lan:...

Where had his gentle and considerate wife gone?

"Rongrong, stop acting out; in a few more days, Xiao Yun is getting married. Can we really keep acting like this? Be good, go cook!" Shen Lan slowed his tone again.

"I don't know how."

Si Rong said very innocently, "Otherwise, why do you think my mother had Wang Ma follow me when I married over here?"

She had already begun to set about renovating her second commercial shop.

She planned to bring Wang Ma over when the time came; she had grown accustomed to the meals Wang Ma cooked.

However, Wang Ma was getting on in years now, so she intended to find a new servant later, with Wang Ma only needing to supervise from the side.

Shen Lan was once again choked with anger.

Unable to hold it in any longer, he said, "What woman doesn't know how to cook?"

"Isn't your mother a woman? Isn't your younger sister a woman? Isn't your daughter a woman?" Si Rong was even less polite.

Shen Lan looked at her, his eyes momentarily unfamiliar.

Was this sharp-tongued, harsh-spoken woman before him really his gentle and elegant wife?

Regardless of his face turning a livid black with anger, Si Rong simply lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

In the guest room, Shen Mu wanted to rush in and argue with Si Rong, but was held back by Shen Yun.

"Mom, stop arguing. Since she isn't willing to cook, if you insist on making her do it, what if she puts poison in it?"

Besides, Si Rong was jealous of her.

Jealous that she could marry a man as young, promising, and handsome as Jun Wei.

Most importantly, her wedding was imminent, and if she annoyed Si Rong, perhaps Si Rong, as her sister-in-law, wouldn't give her a wedding gift.

One had to know, Si Rong had always been generous.

And she was Shen Lan's only younger sister.

Although she hadn't given anything when her brother married Si Rong, she still hoped that Si Rong would give her something valuable or something that would make her look good, so that the Yang Family would think highly of her.

That night, Shen Mu cooked the meal, but having grown accustomed to the food Wang Ma cooked, Shen Lan simply couldn't get used to eating this.

He wanted to have Wang Ma come back, but he didn't want to be the one to bring it up to Si Rong.

So he thought he would just endure it for a while longer.

If he couldn't stand the days without Wang Ma, then Si Rong, such a pampered young lady, surely couldn't stand it even more.

Perhaps in a few days, Si Rong would bring Wang Ma back herself.

Soon, the day of Shen Yun's wedding arrived.

She wore a bright red wedding dress, sitting on the bed full of joy.

From time to time, she looked toward the guest room door, anticipating what wedding gift Si Rong would give her.

"Don't worry! As a sister-in-law, what would it look like if she didn't give anything?"

Shen Mu already had an idea in her mind.

"Xiao Yun, don't say anything later; I have to ask her for a two-thousand-yuan red envelope for you!"

Shen Yun felt even more excited inside.