I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 343: Beyond Description

"How could you not pay attention? Who are you trying to imitate with all this pretense and affectation?

Pretending to be some noble lady from a play script?

Don’t think she doesn’t know that her own family doesn’t have many respectable people, yet she always comes to our He Family looking for benefits."

"Dean Meng, if you’re feeling unwell, please go back to your room and rest. Look at you, rubbing your forehead and sighing."

Old Lady He couldn’t hold back her words.

"I’m fine, it’s just an old problem."

He Xuerong suddenly looked up, puzzled, and asked, "Great-grandma, why do you still call Grandma ’Dean Meng’ even at home?"

In an instant, silence fell upon the table as Qiao Qingyu’s gaze shifted towards He Shan and his wife.

Then she glanced at Old Lady He. Of course, she knew that Old Lady He wasn’t someone easy to handle, but was Meng Siqi still living in her youthful past without moving on?

She slightly lowered her head. After all, the day after tomorrow, she and He Xiuyu would take Rongrong back to Xichuan, so there was no need to involve herself in these He Family matters.

He Shan’s brows had been relaxed, as the head of the family naturally felt happy for the family reunion, but now his brows furrowed. Some things are distressing enough without having to think carefully about them. And once understood, they made his heart uncomfortable.

He Xiuyu also had to smooth things over for his mother—sometimes his mother could be quite troublesome.

But after all, she was his mother. His voice carried a hint of laughter, "Rongrong, it’s just a form of address. A few years back, your little uncle often called your grandma ’Dean Meng’ too."

"Really?"

He Juanjuan also chimed in from the side, "When I was little, I would follow the kids in the yard calling your grandpa ’Mr. He’ and your grandma ’Nurse Meng.’"

He Xuerong blinked her eyes and continued to spoon rice onto her plate.

The meals cooked by the nanny were delicious indeed, a familiar taste.

With this change of topic, the matter was put to rest. Oddly enough, Meng Siqi felt her headache subsiding a lot, and so the meal finished without further incident.

However, unexpectedly, after dinner, when He Shan discussed leaving Rongrong in Beijing and not taking her to Xichuan with them, Rongrong’s little face turned deathly pale. With a cry, she burst into tears and then flung herself into He Xiuyu’s arms, weeping miserably, "Little uncle, little uncle, are you abandoning me? Why are you leaving me in Beijing? I want to be with you; I don’t want to stay here."

He Xiuyu was taken by surprise too, and he looked at Qiao Qingyu, who was also oblivious to the situation.

Qiao Qingyu quickly extended her hand to pat He Xuerong, "Alright, alright, stop crying. Crying like this after a meal is bad for your health. No one would dare to despise you, darling. When the time comes, we’ll all head back to Xichuan together, don’t worry."

"Are you really telling the truth?" He Xuerong sobbed.

"Little aunt promises, wherever Rongrong wants to be, you can be there. You call the shots."

"I only like being with little aunt and little uncle."

Old Lady He furrowed her brows slightly and coaxed softly, "Your little aunt and your uncle are both very busy, you know that, don’t you also feel sorry for them?"

"I do feel sorry for them, so I’ve been very good. When they’re busy, I go to eat in the cafeteria."

Then she quickly added another sentence, "I go to eat at the base’s cafeteria with Li Mingguang. The meals there are so delicious and in winter, there are even green vegetables and fruits."

The dietary standards of the Xichuan Tenghai Research Base had undergone a qualitative improvement in the past two years, so He Shan was well aware of it.

Old Lady He exchanged a glance with her old man. If the child truly did not want to stay in Beijing, then there really was no solution. She said to He Shan, "You decide."

He Shan felt somewhat embarrassed. To let Rongrong continue to follow Qingyu back didn’t seem right. Taking care of children was not easy; he wasn’t ignorant of that. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have felt so guilty towards Meng Siqi all these years. Even though the three kids had nannies to help, it was indeed Meng Siqi who had raised them from babyhood.

Before, with no thoughts on the matter, it was fine. But now that everything was out in the open, he really couldn’t let Rongrong go back to Xichuan. He softly said, "Rongrong, come to grandpa."

He Xuerong wanted to shake her head, but after thinking for a moment, she hesitantly made her way over.

"Grandpa."

"Rongrong, grandpa is no longer as busy as before, and your grandma too. Now, we also have your great-grandmother at home. We can all take care of you. Your little uncle and aunt have it tough with one working and the other studying. Why don’t you stay in Beijing, and when school starts, grandpa will take you to school, okay?"

"Not good, grandpa, not good at all. I don’t like Beijing, I like Xichuan." The little girl began to speak, and tears started falling, "I’ve grown up. I can fold my blanket by myself. I can do many things on my own. I promise not to be a burden to my uncle and aunt. Please grandpa, let me go with my little aunt and the others."

Before He Xiuyu could speak, Qingyu couldn’t bear it. All of Rongrong’s growth and changes had happened right before her eyes. She didn’t know what it felt like to raise a child, but Rongrong was very important to her heart.

Qingyu stepped forward and took He Xuerong’s hand, speaking softly, "Don’t cry, Rongrong. Your little aunt will take you back to Xichuan. You have so many friends there, and you haven’t finished your winter break homework, right? Oh yes, the peanuts you and Xiao Hu planted in Grandpa Feng’s experimental fields are probably sprouting by now..."

"Right, right, I have so many things to do. I’m also very busy," Rongrong said, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Qingyu, I know you’re good to Rongrong, but you have school, and Xiu Yu has work. It’s really tough."

"Dad, Rongrong is a self-disciplined good kid. She can take care of herself. Besides, when Xiu Yu brought Rongrong to Xichuan, he was prepared to take care of her himself."

He Xuerong had always been a self-disciplined good kid. After recovering from her illness, she washed her own intimates under He Xiuyu’s insistence.

Including washing her own feet and socks, which she had first struggled with but now managed quite skillfully.

It was fair to say her self-care abilities were stronger than some adults’.

It was definitely tough, after all, she was just a child, and there were so many things to worry about. But with feelings this deep, and her crying so heartbreakingly, Qingyu couldn’t possibly agree to leave Rongrong in Beijing.

"Rongrong, grandpa thinks it’s better for you to stay in Beijing. After a while, your dad will come home, and it’s been a long time since the two of you saw each other."

"My mom came to see me before the Spring Festival and wanted me to go with her, but I didn’t agree."

He Shan, of course, knew about this; He Xiuyu wouldn’t have kept it from him.

"You could try staying here for a few months. If you really can’t get used to it, grandpa will personally take you back to Xichuan, okay?"

He Xuerong didn’t think it was okay. She didn’t want to stay here for a single day.

He Xuerong felt it was time to pull out her trump card.