I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 340: Accordion, Katyusha.

Other than that, there wasn’t much to say. Then, the Old Lady He took out a red envelope and handed it to He Xuerong, who was eagerly watching.

It was the first time He Xuerong had met her, and she sweetly said, "Great Grandma, thank you."

"My dear, what a sweet mouth you have. Your little aunt has taught you well."

"Yes, yes, I am so clever and sensible, all thanks to my little aunt."

He Xuerong didn’t hold back from flattering Qiao Qingyu.

He Xuerong knew that this old lady truly liked her.

Her aunt, however, truly detested her.

Her grandma was indifferent toward her. Most of the time, it was just for show.

So He Xuerong really liked this old woman in front of her, not to mention the generous red envelope she had given. Upon opening it, there were several ten-yuan notes, which made her even happier. She carefully placed the red envelope in her little backpack.

Old Lady He asked Qiao Qingyu to pack things up, and then she took Rongrong to Rongrong’s room.

Mr. He, leaning on his cane, followed behind.

Thus, these people formed a stark contrast to the ones sitting on the sofa.

He Shan frowned, feeling for the first time that something about the atmosphere at home seemed off and abnormal.

Fortunately, Xiao Wu appeared and asked caringly, "Going to the hospital? I guess the ambulance should be back at the hospital by now..."

The nearby hospital had only one ambulance, and it was out.

What unfortunate timing.

Meng Siqi waved her hands, "No need, no need, I’m fine, Xiao Wu, please call them..."

Xiao Wu glanced at He Shan, who was lost in thought, but he soon snapped back to reality and nodded for Xiao Wu to make the call.

After making the call, Xiao Wu returned to his workplace.

Meanwhile, Meng Siqi kept thinking about the absurd dream she had just had.

Was it really just a ridiculous dream she made up?

Yet, in her dream and in reality, she and Han Xianglan had somehow become relatives by marriage.

What kind of twisted fate was this?

Meng Siqi’s head started to hurt even more, but today was the first time Qiao Qingyu had visited, and going to the hospital would be embarrassing for her son.

The old man and Old Lady He were already not pleased with her, and it would be embarrassing if others saw and laughed.

Meng Siqi said to He Xiuyu, "There is a bottle of medicine in my bedroom drawer labeled ’Nourishing Spirit Pills’. Get one for me."

Of course, the medicine Meng Siqi kept was all good quality. He Xiuyu went upstairs to fetch it and poured her a glass of water. After Meng Siqi took the pill, she lay down on the sofa to rest.

He Xiuyu glanced toward his bedroom and felt an indescribable sentiment. At that moment, Qiao Qingyu was in his room—oh, who knew what that girl was up to?

He was getting anxious. Meng Siqi could obviously see it, and she waved her hand, "You should go freshen up as well, wash up a bit. The meal will be ready soon."

At this time, the nanny came over, smiling, "Dean Meng, the meal will be ready soon. Should I set the table now?"

Meng Siqi glanced in the direction He Xiuyu had gone and said, "Go ahead and set it."

When He Xiuyu entered the room, he didn’t go straight in but stood at the doorway, looking at Qiao Qingyu who was curiously eyeing an accordion on the bed. His eyes smiled as he then walked in and sat beside her, his voice soft, "Tired, huh? Go wash up, we’ll eat soon."

"I’m fine, I had a good rest yesterday." Qiao Qingyu pointed to the accordion beside her, an old antique she had only seen in movies before. In her world, it seemed very few people played the accordion anymore.

"You can play the accordion? How come I never knew?"

"It was a hobby when I was younger, but it’s been a long time since I’ve touched one."

Saying this, He Xiuyu picked up the accordion, positioned it at his chest, and skillfully, with a lively spirit, played "Katyusha" for Qiao Qingyu.

He Shan’s house was also allocated according to rank, with three floors in total; the first floor comprised a living room, kitchen, study, dining room, and a sunlit bedroom currently occupied by Mr. He and Old Lady He. The second floor was for He Shan and Meng Siqi.

On the other side of the staircase was He Juanjuan’s room, and the innermost bedroom on this floor belonged to He Xuerong, while the third floor housed He Xiuwen and He Xiuyu.

He Xiuwen also had his own house, allocated by the special forces team, not small in size, and now vacant, about ten miles away from here.

Meanwhile, He Xuerong had walked around her room once and then clattered up the stairs.

Because she heard the sound of her uncle playing the accordion.

She heard it, and faintly, from downstairs, the sound of the accordion music reached Meng Siqi, who twitched the corner of her mouth. Old Man He and Old Lady He were indeed very pleased, reassured that Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu were doing well. As for He Shan, it was not a surprise; he knew best how these two got along.

He Juanjuan frowned as she also went upstairs, immediately spotting He Xuerong climbing toward the third floor.

She grabbed He Xuerong’s hand which startled her, and then she started to struggle fiercely.

He Juanjuan said angrily, "You naughty child, why do you run when you see me? You don’t even say hello to your aunt."

A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him; suddenly, He Xuerong stopped struggling and revealed a fake smile, "Aunt."

Then, like a slippery loach, she slipped from her grasp and ran upstairs.

He Juanjuan was somewhat stunned; in the past, that little brat wouldn’t have dared. Her guts have certainly grown.

In the living room, Old Lady He, delighted, said to He Shan, "Jade really is a good child, and despite her young age, she really treats Rongrong as her own daughter."

As she said this, her eyes briefly met Meng Siqi’s. It was strange; even when He Shan was home, she felt like an outsider. Yet when Qiao Qingyu came, she suddenly felt emboldened.

She was truly dissatisfied with Meng Siqi, even after all these years, their conversation as mother and daughter-in-law was sparse.

She felt guilty towards her own son, so she never really acted authoritative in front of Meng Siqi, but unexpectedly, Meng Siqi turned out to be quite the ’city daughter-in-law.’

And that had been going on for decades now.

She wouldn’t mention the past, only what’s happening now. Rongrong was her actual granddaughter. Even if her daughter-in-law wasn’t good, the child wasn’t to blame; she was their son’s blood. With their eldest grandson not often home, and this child without a mother, shouldn’t she be treated like the apple of their eye?

Yet, what happened? She didn’t quite understand, but even with her limited experience and lack of higher education, she couldn’t understand leaving the grandchild of their eldest son to be raised by the newly married youngest son.

Is there any sense in that?

Is there such an absurd thing in this world?

Yet, improbably, it did happen, and right in their He Family!