After Being Reborn and Regaining Her Identity, the True Heiress Is Spoiled in the Seventies

Chapter 337

Pei JianGuo thought that he would find comfort from his father Pei Yong for his dissatisfaction. After all, they were both oppressed by Wang Yue, so he should best understand his helplessness. But he did not expect to receive such deprecation, which he could not accept for a while.

After Pei JianGuo left, Pei Yong also lost his appetite. His whole face was full of worry. PingAn seemed to feel his low spirit. The confused boy also put down his spoon and comfortingly put his little hand on the back of his hand.

Pei Yong looked up and glanced at his grandson who was desperately trying to convey kindness to him. His heart was somehow comforted. It was his negligence that did not teach his son well, harming others and himself. Now he could only put all his thoughts on his grandson, raise his grandson well, and not let him be influenced by that unreliable father.

Yes, Pei Yong's only feeling towards Pei JianGuo now was that he was afraid that his too much appearance would affect his grandson's growth.

Knowing Pei Yong's attitude, Wang Yue was afraid that he would mess up the marriage again without distinguishing priorities. She simply let Pei JianGuo take the bride home to get the certificate directly.

It was not until the next day when they came to pay respects to their elders that Zhi Xia knew about this.

He really knew how to choose the time. Today just happened to be Sunday, and she wanted to sneak out but had no reason.

Pei JianGuo's second wife was called Lu Keqin, a fair girl who was not inferior to Guo Momo in appearance, but the girl looked a little arrogant, the kind of child who had been pampered for a long time.

Anyway, from Zhi Xia’s point of view, she did not look optimistically on them.

It was not that she was looking forward to their misfortune, it was just that, how to say, both were used to being coaxed, and when they collided with each other, neither would coax anyone. After the initial passion passed, in the long run, all kinds of contradictions would emerge.

Zhi Xia had just thought so when Zhang sister ran back and said, "Zhi Xia, JianGuo and his wife are tugging and pulling each other at the corner, attracting many onlookers. Oh my, it’s so embarrassing."

Zhi Xia didn’t even ask the reason. She directly said, "Sister Zhang, close the door first."

Sister Zhang was stunned at first, then understood what Zhi Xia meant. She hesitated for a moment, then turned around to close the door.

For the child she saw grown up, she had to distinguish between the important and the unimportant now.

What she was holding now was Zhi Xia's salary, not Old Pei's, let alone the main room.

No matter what Lu Keqin's personality was like, with the precedent of Guo Momo, Zhi Xia did not want to get involved with them anymore.

But this was just thinking, after all, she was still holding the title of Pei JianGuo’s auntie. On holidays, it was inevitable that there would be opportunities to interact.

But for now, it did not prevent her from keeping herself out of trouble.

If someone came to inquire, she would say that she was taking a nap with the children and did not know what was going on outside.

She could hide, but Pei Yong could not avoid it.

The cause of the incident was that Pei Yong did not keep meals at home, so Lu Keqin felt that he looked down on her. From the time she went out, she had been muttering bad words in Pei JianGuo's ears, and Pei JianGuo got annoyed and started fighting, and neither of them was the kind to give in.

Pei JianGuo wanted to leave, but Lu Keqin didn't let him go, so they started tugging and pulling each other on the road.

Pei Yong still could not avoid it. He took the two back home and first explained to Lu Keqin, "Little Lu, don't think too much. There are reasons for not keeping meals for you. You see, usually it's just me and PingAn, and we just casually make do with meals. I'm not good at cooking. It wouldn't be nice to make you cook for your first visit. You see..."

He was not really unable to cook. In fact, Pei Yong's cooking skills were quite decent. He just wanted to keep to himself.

For his son Pei JianGuo, he was not just extremely disappointed, he no longer had any expectations of him.

He had already given up his military career to come back and help raise PingAn. He thought he had fulfilled his responsibilities, and from now on, however Pei JianGuo would be, it would be entirely his own doing, and Pei Yong didn't want to keep cleaning up the mess behind him.

Wang Yue's concern was not unreasonable. If he had seen Lu Keqin before they got the license, he would have had to advise her that marriage was a big deal and could not be rash but had to be approached carefully.

It was a pity that they already got the license, and it was too late to say these things now. Why bother stirring up family discord again!

After thinking it over, Lu Keqin realized this was the truth.

She was a little spoiled, but she was not an unreasonable person. If things had been explained clearly to her at the beginning, how could that embarrassing scene of tugging and pulling outside have happened?

"Dad, I was also wrong about this. I should have been more considerate. Please don't blame me." Although she said this, there were still some grievances in her heart.

Her father-in-law, a grown man, could use not being able to cook as an excuse, but Pei JianGuo’s younger aunt knew the situation here, yet did not say to come over for a meal, without even a little expression, which made her feel a little upset.

She was the new daughter-in-law who had just entered the door, and had suffered such a frustration right after coming in. Who could stand it!

It could be seen that the relationship between the two families was not as good as Pei JianGuo said.

After appeasing Lu Keqin, Pei Yong called Pei JianGuo to the room and gave him another lesson, teaching him husband and wife relations, telling him to be more patient and considerate of his wife's feelings.

Whether he remembered it or not, Pei Yong had taught everything he should. He really did his best.

In the living room, PingAn and Lu Keqin stared at each other.

Lu Keqin already knew about Pei JianGuo’s mute son. Anyway, he was a mute boy. She didn't take it to heart. This child was now living with his grandfather. After she and Pei JianGuo had their own children, this child would naturally no longer matter.

Therefore, she didn't even bother to pretend, completely ignoring PingAn's existence.

PingAn also acted as if he didn't see Lu Keqin and quietly stood aside waiting for his grandfather to come out.

Although the man told him to call the woman in front of him mother, he didn't want to call her that. He had his own mother. His grandfather didn't say let him call someone else mother either, so he would pretend he didn't hear it.

The four-year-old PingAn still adhered to the idea in his heart that his mother just had something to do temporarily and could not come to pick him up. As long as he obediently waited, he would eventually wait for her to come back.

And before that, he had to let his mother rest assured and listen to his grandfather and stepmother well, study hard. When his mother came back, he would be a strong little man who could protect her and no longer be bullied by bad women.

As the weather got hotter, summer vacation came quietly.

The factory building on Wu Lei's side was completed, everything was ready, all formalities had been completed, money had also been spent seven or eight parts, and now it was just waiting for the machines to enter and then start recruiting.

Deep in the night, Zhi Xia and Pei Jing gathered in the space. She asked his opinion, "I want to go to Shenzhen for a while. I can only leave the children to my father-in-law and mother-in-law. Then give Sister Zhang a few more dollars in salary these two months, and ask her to help pay more attention at home. What do you think?"

Sister Zhang had stayed in the Pei family for a long time and had seen Pei JianGuo grow up. Her character and other aspects were quite trustworthy.