I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 338: Meng Siqi’s Associations

He Juanjuan shouldn’t have used those little tricks either, for she didn’t want her daughter to be the laughing stock.

At that moment, Old Lady He’s excited voice was heard from the entrance, "Xiu Yu, Jade, both of you are here, and Rongrong too, come, let Grandma give you a kiss..."

Meng Siqi and He Juanjuan exchanged glances before quickly stepping out of the room.

Then Meng Siqi saw Qiao Qingyu.

Despite it being winter, despite Qiao Qingyu wearing the currently fashionable beige puffy jacket that obscured her waist, her legs were straight, and she stood there in a pair of white sheepskin boots, graceful and poised.

Her brows curved, her eyes moist, her fair skin was like a peeled egg.

Her flushed lips involuntarily tilted upwards.

A standard melon-seed face.

Meng Siqi had seen many girls, but she had to admit, Qiao Qingyu, standing there, was truly beautiful.

She was the kind of person you couldn’t help but stare at just by her standing there.

Meng Siqi couldn’t think of more adjectives, yet she remembered how people used to talk about how pretty Liu Ge, her former daughter-in-law, was. Now, compared to Qiao Qingyu, Liu Ge was far behind.

Especially those eyes, clear as lakes in the Heavenly Mountains.

Meng Siqi clenched her fists tightly; she began to develop a headache, finding the Qiao Qingyu before her a bit dazzling.

She had never seen Han Xianglan, no, she should now say Wu Qianyun.

People said they didn’t quite resemble each other, but there was a five-point similarity.

Meng Siqi forced herself not to think about Wu Qianyun.

If she were to say or do something now, it wouldn’t only embarrass the He Family, but it would also make the respected Mr. Wu, whom even she respected, look down on her.

Yet, Meng Siqi couldn’t help imagining Wu Qianyun as a young girl, wondering if she was like Qiao Qingyu.

She even imagined what kind of emotions He Shan had when he visited the Qiao Family Team to see Wu Qianyun.

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The room suddenly quieted down. Qiao Qingyu looked at Meng Siqi — they had never met or communicated before, but she had long heard of her, and remarkably, she looked almost as Meng Siqi had imagined, well-maintained, and because of He Shan’s status, she lived a rather privileged life.

However, her gaze made Qiao Qingyu somewhat uncomfortable.

He Xiuyu immediately broke the awkward silence, "Mom, we’re back."

Although He Xuerong was quite unhappy, she sensed that it was her time to make an impact.

The little girl’s eyes shifted before she began respectfully addressing everyone, including her least favorite aunt, in a soft, sweet voice, "Great-grandpa, great-grandma, grandpa, grandma..."

Old Lady He, delighted, took He Xuerong’s hand and then reached for Qiao Qingyu, lovingly saying, "There are many dishes cooked in the kitchen, so many delicious things we’ve been reluctant to eat; your parents have been waiting for you."

Finally, Meng Siqi snapped back to reality, her mouth twitching into a gentle smile.

As an elder, as her son’s mother, her son’s gaze was intensely fixed on her.

Her son hadn’t looked at her like this for many years.

Moreover, eerily, everyone in the room was looking at her.

Meng Siqi took a deep breath. It didn’t matter who stood behind Qiao Qingyu, the current Qiao Qingyu was, in every aspect, a perfect match for her son.

Especially in temperament.

Just by seeing how much He Xuerong was attached to her, one could tell how this girl, not yet twenty, treated He Xuerong.

For that alone, this was a girl worthy of praise and a thumbs up.

Now, even if she had to lie through her teeth, Meng Siqi couldn’t find a fault with Qiao Qingyu.

Meng Siqi stepped forward with a smile, and Qiao Qingyu’s eyes watched her clearly and directly.

There was no sycophancy, no unease.

But there was also no provocation or contempt.

Just like that, her gaze was calm and warm.

Such a gaze had no aggression, making it exceptionally comforting.

However, Meng Siqi knew deep down that if she remained the same as before, the girl would turn and walk away without a second thought—and it wouldn’t be a tentative departure, but one without any dragging of feet.

All these emotions flickered by in a flash. Meng Siqi smiled, her voice tender. "Qingyu, you..."

Unfortunately, the words that were to follow remained unsaid. Suddenly, a bout of dizziness struck, and her vision darkened as she fell toward the floor.

He Shan, who was closest to her because he had been worried all along—despite having coordinated well beforehand, he still feared that Meng Siqi would embarrass everyone, making this long-awaited meeting awkward.

So he had been keeping an eye on Meng Siqi and naturally surged forward in one quick step, catching Meng Siqi in his arms.

The room fell silent in an instant, and the next second, He Xiuyu rushed forward.

He Shan was about to shake Meng Siqi, his voice urgent, "Old Meng, Old Meng, what’s wrong with you? Wake up..."

Qiao Qingyu wondered if it was a heart attack or something like a stroke. In such a case, one should neither shake the victim nor move them carelessly.

"Don’t move her, don’t shake her..." Qiao Qingyu cautioned sharply from the side.

He Xuerong was frightened and immediately reached out to grasp Qiao Qingyu’s hand.

While Qiao Qingyu quickly placed her hand on Rongrong’s shoulder. How could this be, suddenly fainting like this—could it be that she, Qiao Qingyu, has a conflict with the He family?

Indeed, it seemed like last time too, but she hadn’t come then. Yet because of her, Meng Siqi ended up in the hospital. If it’s the same this time, Qiao Qingyu might well become notorious in this family courtyard.

Quickly regaining calm, He Shan and He Xiuyu carefully placed Meng Siqi on the sofa.

Normally, He Juanjuan would have pointed at Qiao Qingyu and cursed her out, but today, unexpectedly, she remained silent, examining Qiao Qingyu from head to toe, and sometimes her gaze even fell on He Xuerong, probably thinking that the clothes they wore must have been bought from abroad.

Then, spacing out a bit, He Juanjuan heard He Shan shout loudly, "Stop daydreaming, go next door and get Aunt Sun."

Next door’s Aunt Sun was the chief physician at the hospital, specializing in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases—a very impressive figure.

Snap out of it, He Juanjuan hurried next door on a quick trot and brought Aunt Sun, who was cooking at the time.

After a thorough examination, Dr. Sun said, "It’s nothing serious, maybe she hasn’t been resting well these past few days?"

Her heart rate and blood pressure were normal, and there were no signs of a stroke.

He Shan nodded, "Indeed, she hasn’t been resting well these past few months, but it’s been much better recently."