Chapter 313: If You Forgive Everything

Chapter 313: Chapter 313: If You Forgive Everything

Lu Deyao came out of the bathroom and saw all the women of the family in the living room. He asked with concern, "Who was that on the phone just now? It sounded like a commotion."

"It was your sister-in-law."

"She didn’t say anything, did she?"

"She hung up after just a few words."

Seeing that An Hui’s expression was normal and her tone calm, Lu Deyao breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Zeng Xiulan calling at this hour was probably about Zhu Huanghua’s situation.

He knew his sister-in-law, Zeng Xiulan, well enough; she was petty.

He had been worried Zeng Xiulan would say something out of line and upset An Hui.

What he didn’t know was that while An Hui had indeed been left furious by Zeng Xiulan, Jiang Moli had already completely put out the fire.

"I’m going to my room to rest. Dad, Mom, Aunt Hongmei, you should all get some sleep soon, too."

"Alright, go get some rest." Lu Deyao nodded with a chuckle.

Jiang Moli shot Lu Tingting a look. "Come on, back to the room."

Lu Tingting wanted to watch some TV and said casually, "You go ahead. I’ll go to bed later."

Jiang Moli grabbed her by the wrist.

Normally, Lu Tingting would have struggled like her life depended on it.

But now, she didn’t dare struggle at all, terrified that one wrong move would harm the baby in Jiang Moli’s belly.

So all she could do was complain, "What are you doing? Let go of me! You’re so annoying!"

Lu Deyao remembered that the underwear and stinky socks he’d changed out of were still in the bathroom, so he quickly got up to retrieve them.

Zhu Huanghua’s room was right next to the bathroom.

He had just stepped into the bathroom when he heard Jiang Moli telling Lu Tingting outside, "Good work tonight, niece. You did a beautiful job. When we’re dealing with enemies, we can’t show any mercy."

Lu Tingting snorted. "That old hag has favored First Uncle’s family her whole life. In the end, none of them care if she lives or dies. Serves her right!"

The more he listened, the more uncomfortable he felt. Besides, at this volume, Zhu Huanghua could probably hear them from her room, and she would get terribly upset again.

He stuck his head and shoulders out to correct the two of them. "Moli, Tingting, don’t talk nonsense. Grandma is an elder. She’s our family, not the enemy."

Jiang Moli said, "Dad, you’re wrong. Family are the ones who are on our side. Those who like to work against us and don’t know what’s good for them, *they* are our enemies."

Struck by inspiration, Lu Tingting chimed in, "Third Aunt is right! We have to crush the enemy just like we crush paper villains! Take her down!"

Lu Deyao: "..."

He found himself unable to argue.

Zhu Huanghua had been about to fall asleep, but the conversation outside her door left her angry and annoyed. She didn’t dare make a fuss, though, knowing that acting up would bring no good results and would instead get her ’dealt with’ again. She could only lie there in her warm bed, fuming silently and cursing the sixth son’s family—not a single good one among them, they’d all be struck by lightning sooner or later.

...

After her double act with Lu Tingting, Jiang Moli went into the bathroom to wash up.

Lu Tingting returned to her room alone. Lying on her bed, she felt happier than she ever had before.

Thanks to that damn woman, she had finally gotten "revenge" for her younger self.

’Hatred never disappears. It just gets hidden away, becoming a scar on the heart.’

’Why should I have to forgive?’

’If you forgive everything, then your suffering is your own damn fault.’

...

The next day, Lu Tingting woke to the sound of her alarm clock.

She turned off the alarm, glanced at the still-sleeping Jiang Moli, and resignedly got out of bed to get dressed.

After getting dressed, she noticed Jiang Moli’s left shoulder was exposed from under the corner of the blanket. She climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket back over Jiang Moli.

’That damn woman, her skin is so nice. So fair and smooth, just like soft tofu.’ She couldn’t resist poking it with her finger. It was soft and smooth.

Then she used her finger to flick Jiang Moli’s eyelashes.

Just as her playful mood surged and she was about to pinch Jiang Moli’s mouth, Jiang Moli’s eyes fluttered open.

"Having fun?"

Lu Tingting sheepishly pulled her hand back. "You didn’t even have your blanket on right! If I hadn’t covered you, you would’ve frozen to death. Don’t you go letting my little cousin get cold! He’s my third uncle’s only heir!"

"Alright, alright. On behalf of the little one, thank you, big sister."

Jiang Moli was still very sleepy. She patted Tingting’s cheek and went right back to sleep.

But Lu Tingting was over the moon at being called "big sister" and left the room cheerfully.

Zhu Huanghua got up a little late today. Ma Hongmei was helping her wash her face and brush her dentures.

An Hui, with a shawl thrown over her shoulders, was setting out breakfast in the living room: steaming hot meat buns, steamed egg custard, and congee.

Lu Tingting plopped down at the dining table and grabbed a big bun to munch on.

’Thin skin, lots of filling, and it smells great. Delicious!’

While eating, she counted the meat buns on the table. There were seven left.

’The old hag will eat one, Grandma and Great-Aunt will each have one, Grandpa will have two, and that damn woman will have one... so I can have another one.’

’But, that damn woman is pregnant. Shouldn’t she eat more than before?’

’Forget it. I’ll just have one. I can eat something else when I go out.’

An Hui watched her pinching her fingers and calculating, asking puzzledly, "What are you muttering about over there?"

"Next time, tell Grandpa to buy two more buns. There aren’t enough to go around."

An Hui looked at the buns on the table. "I got two for you. That’s still not enough?"

Each bun was hefty; two were usually enough for a grown man.

’Her granddaughter’s appetite was getting bigger and bigger.’

’It wasn’t that they couldn’t afford it, but she was afraid that if she kept eating like this, she’d turn into a chubby girl.’

’She had originally felt a little bad for her granddaughter having to get up so early every day to take Zhu Huanghua to the park. Now, she thought it was actually a good thing for her to go out and burn off some energy every day.’

’Her third son’s wife really did have foresight.’

’Sigh, she was really starting to like this daughter-in-law of hers.’

’If only she could give her another little granddaughter as lovable as her third daughter-in-law... she couldn’t even imagine how wonderful life would be~’

Just as she was thinking this, she heard her granddaughter say, "One is enough for me. You can leave the other one for Third Aunt."

An Hui didn’t know the inside story and just thought her granddaughter was now starting to appreciate her third aunt.

She said with a gratified expression, "Your Third Aunt has a small appetite. One is enough for her."

"Aiya, Grandma, don’t worry about it. Just leave it for her. Let her eat more, she’s so skinny!"

Seeing her being so considerate, An Hui was so pleased that she gave her five yuan for pocket money.

Lu Tingting was so happy she could barely find her bearings.

...

As the sun rose in the east, the soldiers training and sweating on the parade ground seemed to be draped in a sheer, golden light.

"One, two, one, keep running!"

Lu Cheng stood with his hands on his hips, a whistle clenched between his teeth, personally overseeing the squad’s morning practice.

"Camp Commander Lu, Commander Zhong is here."

Lu Cheng handed over command to Zhao Hongbing and strode towards Zhong Weiguo.

"Commander Zhong!"

Zhong Weiguo looked him up and down. "You’re back and you don’t report in first? Did one month of rest make you forget all about discipline?"

Lu Cheng explained, "I got back in the middle of the night. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so I was planning to find you this morning."

"Don’t give me that nonsense!"

"Commander Zhong, Moli brought back some things for you, your wife, and Xin’er and her siblings this time. I’ll bring them over to your house later."

"What for? Trying to capture your leader with sugar-coated bullets?"

Zhong Weiguo snorted, but his expression had already softened considerably.

It wasn’t that he coveted the items, but he was happy to be remembered.

"Come on, let’s go to the command post. I have something to discuss with you."