I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 339: Show of Force

"Dean Meng seemed troubled lately, weighed down by concerns, and coupled with poor rest, her eating was irregular and nutrition was lacking, so you family members must take extra care of her."

Dr. Sun had little else to say, then she added, "It would be best to have a thorough check-up at the hospital tomorrow."

When Dr. Sun left, she couldn’t help but take several curious glances at Qiao Qingyu, guessing that this must be He Xiuyu’s wife. And indeed, she was strikingly beautiful.

He Xiuyu escorted Dr. Sun to the door and exchanged a few words before returning to find Meng Siqi had opened her eyes and, with He Shan’s assistance, had sat up on the couch.

Old Lady He was actually resentful in her heart.

Meng Siqi was far too delicate, spoiled by her son to an unreasonable extent—she hardly did any household chores at all. With Xiao Wu handling the trivial matters and a maid to cook and clean, she only washed her own clothes.

She had been washing her own clothes ever since she arrived here.

Her son was busy every day, and Meng Siqi almost never took care of her son.

Meng Siqi’s life was what countless women dreamed of.

Yet she was never satisfied, always drenched in sorrowful reflections, with a cold, distant expression, as if everyone owed her money.

Such a blessed life, but with these irritating habits; if she were in the countryside, a month of farm labor would cure all, no more brooding or malnourishment. To Old Lady He, this was merely being picky and choosy.

And all this talk of irregular eating—it was often just an excuse to avoid joining her and the old man for meals, wasn’t it?

She was somewhat educated too, couldn’t she understand what the doctor had said?

Don’t think she didn’t know anything just because she was from the countryside. If she had really been ignorant, she wouldn’t have left Beijing after just one week of her first visit, firmly deciding to take her husband back home.

She glanced at her spouse, who was standing not far away, leaning on a walking stick.

She wondered whether it was time to go back.

This ’weighed down by concerns’ must mean a big knot in the heart, and who was this knot? It was surely her and the old man being a nuisance, right?

What was most infuriating was that Meng Siqi always acted as if the world owed her something, and He Juanjuan, raised to be completely out of touch, unaware of life’s hardships, squandering her son’s hard-earned money frivolously.

In her opinion, her son was also a fool at home—unable to keep any affairs in check.

And Meng Siqi, it was just her good fortune to have two considerate sons.

She married her son and enjoyed a lifetime of comfort, yet at over fifty, she still played coy, simply frittering away time with nothing better to do.

Old Lady He looked at Qiao Qingyu and whispered, "I’ve tidied up Xiu Yu’s room, and Rongrong has her room here too. You should go to your room and get settled first."

Meng Siqi was, of course, aware of Dr. Sun’s diagnosis. She knew exactly why she was feeling so weighed down—it was all because of the trouble caused by He Juanjuan, that little ancestor.

Her diet was irregular and she was now adjusting. There was no helping it; without He Shan at home, she had to eat with the two elderly, which was really uncomfortable.

It wasn’t that she was unteachable; it was more that she was selective in her listening.

She could put up with the lip-smacking during meals, but when it came to eating vegetables, it was not enough to just pick what she wanted to eat—instead, they had to turn the dishes upside down with their chopsticks.

Every time she used the bathroom, she never flushed.

Wait, wait, wait, the problems were simply too many, and she had no choice but to endure. The consequence of enduring was that she developed problems herself, and Meng Siqi also felt uncomfortable.

And then there was today, when Qiao Qingyu made her first formal visit, and Qiao Qingyu’s fainting seemed like it was intentional to put her in her place.

Originally, she wanted to explain to Qiao Qingyu, but unexpectedly, when Old Lady He saw her faint and then wake up, she didn’t even glance at her, let alone ask how she was, only busy talking to Qiao Qingyu. Meng Siqi’s face sank again.

However, He Xiuyu didn’t know what was really going on with his mother. With a slight frown on his face, he surmised that during his absence from home, his mother must have had conflicts not just with his grandparents, but likely other issues as well.

But he felt it was not the right time to ask and simply said, "Mom, how are you feeling now? Do we need to go to the hospital right now?"

Hearing her son’s voice, Meng Siqi suddenly froze and then just as suddenly remembered a dream she had while she was unconscious.

She hugged He Xiuyu and choked with emotion, "Xiuyu, my son."

But at the same time, she wondered why she would have such a dream. If it weren’t for her son speaking to her, she would have already forgotten it, but strangely, as soon as her son spoke, it all came flooding back to her.

In the dream, it was like she had watched a movie.

Meng Siqi couldn’t help but raise her head and glance at He Shan. In her dream, when He Shan returned home, Han Xianglan was still in the He Family, and they ended up getting married. They were very happy, and He Shan was always smiling with a gentle look in his eyes.

And Han Xianglan became the mistress of this house.

They had three sons and two daughters.

The youngest daughter looked exactly like Qiao Qingyu, only with a different name.

And she, in her dream, did not know He Shan; she was married to a scientist who had returned from abroad.

They were also very happy, but her health was not good, and she had only one son.

Her son looked exactly like her current second son, He Xiuyu.

And likewise, had a different name.

Then, her son married He Shan’s youngest daughter.

So in this absurd dream, she and Han Xianglan were still related by marriage.

It was truly preposterous, preposterous to the point of being unimaginable.

Old Lady He glanced at the affected Meng Siqi and then took Qiao Qingyu and Rongrong to He Xiuyu’s room.

Speaking of which, it was truly Qiao Qingyu’s first time entering He Xiuyu’s room. It could be considered a boy’s private bedroom. She scanned the room, which was clean and tidy, very much like his style, including the color scheme. The room was warm, and the bed linens looked fresh and crisp. Right, the bed linens, including the pillowcases, were all red.

Rongrong pounced on the bed, giggling, "Little aunt, little aunt, we have another set of bed linens just like this at home."

Old Lady He smiled warmly, "Qingyu, these were prepared by Grandma for you."

Then she asked, "Do you like them?"

Qiao Qingyu couldn’t be cold towards such kindness and smiled brightly, "Thank you, Grandma."

Old Lady He’s eyes immediately moistened, and she hurriedly took out a red envelope from her pocket that she had prepared in advance and handed it to Qiao Qingyu, "This is from Grandma for you."