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Chapter 122 Gu Zhaodi

Seeing that Ting Nan brought Song Xingyue home for dinner, Song Wanli didn't say anything. He's becoming more and more magnanimous and compassionate.

Song Xingyue, who was once blessed with happiness, was a well-educated man in Songjia Village. He was polite and doted on his daughter. Unfortunately, he did not live long.

Not long after they started eating, Song Xingyue's mother arrived. She looked embarrassed and didn't even dare to come in when she saw Jiang Qianqian was there.

Zhao Xiaojuan, who was close to her, saw her pacing around the door and hurried out to greet her. She returned shortly after and said to Song Xingyue, "Xingyue, after you finish eating, you can play at my house. I've already told your mother."

"Thank you, Aunt Juan!" Song Xingyue thanked her politely. Song Tingnan's family was very kind, but she went home shortly after finishing her meal. She didn't want her mother to worry. Song Xingyue's feelings towards her mother were complicated—a mixture of love and resentment!

Song Tingnan felt the same way; she thought Xingyue's mother, Gu Zhaodi, was immoral, but she also felt sorry for her.

Unsure, she asked Zhao Xiaojuan, who knew the whole story, "Auntie, what do you think of Xingyue's mother?"

“She’s a very nice person, Tingnan. You’re just a kid, don’t ask about these things.” Zhao Xiaojuan didn’t want to talk to Tingnan about it.

“Auntie, I’ll be in junior high next year, I’m not a child anymore, it’s no big deal for me to know a little about these things,” Ting Nan retorted stubbornly.

“Go, go, see what your younger brothers are doing, and do something about them,” Grandma Qian Shuzhen said from the side.

"Fine!" Ting Nan pouted and left.

After hearing Nan leave, Jiang Qianqian, who was inside the house, became curious and asked what happened. Well, Zhao Xiaojuan still had to explain.

After hearing the reason, Jiang Qianqian sighed: "This woman has a hard life, she's quite helpless."

"Yes, I actually feel sorry for her. She lives alone, her husband is gone, and she can't rely on her in-laws. Sigh, there are a lot of bachelors and hooligans in the neighborhood who often climb over the wall and knock on her door to try and take advantage of her."

Zhao Di was also a strong-willed woman, disliking everyone and keeping a knife under her pillow. Xingyue was her only child, and she had supported Xingyue's father when he wanted to send her to school. Even after Xingyue's father passed away, she still insisted on sending her to school. "Without a man around, there's always gossip," Zhao Xiaojuan knew this all too well. She was alright, relying on her mother-in-law and uncle's family, her life was relatively stable.

“From now on, you and Tingnan should take better care of them, mother and daughter. Don’t listen to what others are saying. It’s not easy for them. Sigh! Actually, that man isn’t bad, but he can’t marry Zhaodi. His son on the other side disagrees, but he didn’t stop him. He understands his father, a man in his forties.” Qian Shuzhen was more open-minded than most elders.

Jiang Qianqian, being a teacher, is more concerned about children's mental health: "Xiaojuan, you are familiar with that family. When you have time, talk to that child named Xingyue and don't let her get stuck in a rut."

Many things aren't simply black and white. Tell her that focusing on her studies now is the most important thing. If she succeeds, her mother can hold her head high, and maybe she can even leave that man.

“Yes, I need to talk to Xingyue. Zhaodi has such a hard life; we can’t let her and her mother hurt each other’s relationship. ‘Xingyue’ is such a beautiful name; we can’t let her parents down.” Zhao Xiaojuan nodded.

While Ting Nan was still having doubts, Zhao Xiaojuan took action; she couldn't keep things to herself.

As soon as Song Xingyue stepped out of the school gate, she ran into Zhao Xiaojuan. "Xingyue, come on, let's go to my house for dinner."

"Aunt Juan, why are you at the school gate? Did that person come again?" Song Xingyue asked. She knew that Aunt Juan was a good person, not a gossip, and one of her mother's few friends.

"Huh?...No, it's just that we made something delicious at home. Didn't you praise my cooking last time?" Zhao Xiaojuan knew how to handle things, and she led Xingyue home while chatting.