Chapter 1792 - 322:

What Liu Yumei says, around here, is like a "Holy Decree."

She said it was true, and those three old ladies immediately switched their tune.

Flower Woman: "Heavens, that old geezer really was willing to spend!"

Wang Lian: "He really went all out for our Sister Xiaxou."

Liu Jinxia pressed down the corners of her mouth hard, keeping herself from laughing out loud.

No matter the age, everyone has a bit of vanity.

But Liu Jinxia's head was still very clear:

"Our family doesn't need that stuff. If he won something scratching, he can keep it for himself, I'm not interested."

Liu Yumei couldn't be bothered to keep persuading. She only knew Old Tian was one of Zhao Yi's people, and however outrageous Zhao Yi might be, he wouldn't go as far as trafficking people.

Second floor, inside the room.

Alii was doing some handcraft work.

Beside her, Cui Cui was seriously drawing. A five-colored hill pheasant, sketched by her, looked very vivid and lively.

But Cui Cui wasn't satisfied, nor was she proud, because what she was copying was the Phoenix Alii had just drawn.

At that moment, Cui Cui suddenly let out a cry of pain. She put down her brush, grabbed her right wrist with her left hand. Under the bracelet, a ring of bruising appeared.

"It hurts so much…"

Alii stopped what she was doing. She glanced over, then reached her hand out toward Cui Cui.

Cui Cui handed her right hand over to Sister A Li.

"I don't even know what happened, this patch suddenly turned…"

Alii grabbed Cui Cui's little forearm with her right hand and raised the small purple hammer she'd been using in her left, aiming at that bracelet and bringing it down.

"Crack!"

The bracelet split open and shattered across the floor.

Cui Cui was startled, then her eyes misted over and she burst into uncontrollable sobs.

"Wuuu wuuu wuuu… wuuu wuuu wuuu…"

She'd barely had any friends since she was little. Not only did kids her age in the village refuse to play with her, even the adults didn't like having her around, feeling that whichever family's yard she went to would be brought bad luck.

Even now, after skipping grades and going to school, with new friends and classmates, in her eyes, the ones back then who were willing to play with her and didn't despise her—Brother Yuanhou and Sister A Li—were the most special.

This bracelet was personally made for her by Sister A Li. It was the gift she treasured most of all. Ever since she'd put it on, she'd never taken it off.

And in the blink of an eye, the bracelet was destroyed.

Cui Cui wasn't blaming Alii; her crying was completely pure.

Downstairs, the old ladies playing cards heard the sound of crying coming from upstairs.

This kind of scene was actually very common; it was rare for kids playing together not to end up with someone crying.

But here, it was quite unusual.

Liu Jinxia chuckled, "giggling" as she said to Liu Yumei: "My Cui Cui got bullied into tears by Sister Liu's Alii?"

Liu Yumei also laughed; she thought the idea was really funny.

She even started imagining in her head how her Alii might have gotten angry, pushing Cui Cui to the floor and glaring at her fiercely.

But however she imagined it… it just didn't seem possible.

Just then, Liu Jinxia was sitting out the next hand, so she went upstairs to take a look.

"Cui Hou, ah, Cui Hou…"

Hearing her grandma's voice, Cui Cui instantly snapped out of her grief. She quickly scooped up the shattered bracelet pieces on the floor, scrubbed away her tears hard, and answered:

"Gran!"

Liu Jinxia appeared outside the screen door, and Cui Cui walked over.

"Gran, I just accidentally fell down myself, hurt a bit and started crying."

"You're so delicate, crying that loud—what if you disturb your Sister A Li?"

Cui Cui puckered her lips.

Liu Jinxia's eyes, which had cataract surgery long ago, noticed the frightening ring of bruises on her granddaughter's wrist.

She immediately opened the screen door and pulled her granddaughter out, peering closely.

Of course she didn't believe this came from some girls' little scuffle; it clearly wasn't man-made. It looked more like… an illness, yes, some illness!

She worked in that line herself, yet was the last person who'd want to believe her own granddaughter might be mixed up in that sort of thing.

"Come on, come with Grandma, Grandma will take you to the clinic."

Cui Cui was pulled downstairs by Liu Jinxia. Out in the yard, Liu Jinxia walked over first and said:

"The kid, I don't know how, but she's got this ring of purple bruising on her wrist. I'm afraid something's wrong with her body, so I'm taking her to the clinic for a doctor to check."

Liu Yumei put down her cards and beckoned. "Let me see."

Liu Jinxia urged Cui Cui to hand her wrist over to Sister Liu.

Liu Yumei just swept a glance over it and already knew what was going on.

Back then, her own granddaughter had personally made a bracelet and given it to Cui Cui to help suppress the sharp, hard-edged Life Chart in her body.

Now, for some unknown reason, Cui Cui's Life Chart had changed, and with nothing left for the bracelet to suppress, it had started turning into a burden on her body.

The bracelet was gone—no need to ask, her granddaughter must have knocked it off for her.

Heh, no wonder Cui Cui had been crying upstairs just now.

Liu Yumei grabbed Cui Cui's wrist with her right hand and picked up the teacup with her left, pouring the warm tea over it. Then her right thumb began gently rubbing along the bruised ring.

As she rubbed, the bruising actually began to fade away.

Flower Woman: "Hey, it's gone. What kind of secret remedy is that?"

Wang Lian: "Was it just paint getting washed off?"

Liu Jinxia's mouth dropped open. Even if she'd never eaten pork, she'd at least spent plenty of time riding the pig.

She'd already instinctively suspected that the marks on her granddaughter's wrist were unusual. If they went to the clinic and the doctor couldn't find anything wrong, she figured that when they came back she'd have to use her own ways to fiddle around with it.

So, seeing Liu Yumei remove the marks so easily, she instinctively thought of that possibility—could it be that Sister Liu…

Liu Jinxia shook her head, hurriedly yanking that thought out by the roots. All her life she'd been hot-tempered and never really deferred to anyone, but she both feared and respected this woman. She'd rather believe Sister Liu understood traditional Chinese medicine than believe she was using some kind of Magic Technique.