CHAPTER 243: CHAPTER 243: MIAOMIAO: MY MELON

Maybe it was Tuanzi’s words that touched him, or maybe it had been a long time since a junior had spoken to him this way, Gu Yu’s expression turned sour, and he remained silent afterwards.

Gu Yunmu was delighted to see him at a loss, excitedly giving his sister a thumbs up, and happily helping to order desserts.

The three juniors ate, drank, and chatted for quite a while before they parted ways.

A car had already come to pick up Gu Yu.

Gu Yunmu followed behind him, smugly talking non-stop, "So, isn’t Miaomiao adorable and carefree?"

It was a kind of uninhibited innocence, not fearing elders but striving for equal communication.

It was evident that her legendary mentor raised her well, always treating her equally and showing her respect.

Having such a mentor is truly wonderful!

The blue-haired handsome guy looked envious.

"Yun Mu, Little Uncle, bye-bye~"

A sweet voice called out from behind.

The two turned around and saw Tuanzi standing there, waving vigorously to bid them farewell.

Gu Yunmu quickly waved back, boasting to Gu Yu, "See, my sister likes me so much? She’s only saying goodbye to you as an afterthought."

Gu Yu: "...Get in the car."

Gu Yunmu refused, "I’m going to the airport by myself, not with you."

He sneered, "Riding with you means getting lectured for ages, I’m not like my brother, he’s a big fool! The biggest fool in the world!"

Gu Yu took a deep breath, ultimately saying nothing, and silently sat in the back seat.

As the driver was about to start the car, he suddenly rolled down the window to look at his rebellious younger son.

Gu Yunmu immediately became alert, "What are you trying to say that I don’t want to hear? Don’t start with how running a game company is not a proper job, we develop casual puzzle games!"

Gu Yu expressionlessly stared at him for a few seconds, then closed the window.

The vehicle soon sped away in a cloud of dust.

Gu Yu didn’t look back, yet a voice echoed in his ears.

Respect is a prerequisite for affection.

Respect, huh?

Tuanzi was getting ready to travel with Gu Chi to the neighboring city to fulfill an agreement with her second brother.

But before they set off, Gu Chi received a phone call.

After hanging up, his smile grew a few degrees brighter, more comforting than the sunlight.

Tuanzi glanced at him, silently taking a step back.

Finding it still not safe enough, she backed up two more steps, then cautiously asked, "What happened?"

"Someone threw trash into your yard and poured boiling water on your plants."

Her bright eyes rounded in shock.

Tuanzi stammered, "In the yard at Jiangshui?"

Gu Chi chuckled darkly, "Yes, we’re not going to see your second brother. Let’s buy tickets back to Jiang City instead."

The two changed course to the airport.

Along the way, Tuanzi wore an expression of disbelief.

Although she had stayed at her second brother’s apartment for a long time after returning to the present day,

in her heart, she regarded the villa at Jiangshui as her true home. That home still held her parents’ rooms, photos, clothing, and a children’s room they specially prepared for her long ago.

Moreover, her second and third uncles each lived in the neighboring villas.

That was what a home felt like.

She mostly stayed in that villa afterward. Her oldest brother even hired someone to renovate the yard, clearing a spot for her to practice, buying her many seeds, and leaving the derelict garden for her to transform.

Secretly, she planted seeds from eaten melons in the garden, which not only sprouted but were now grown lush.

But now, someone was using boiling water on those plants.

"Ah, my melons!"

Tuanzi covered her face and wailed.

Beside her, Gu Chi was busy messaging someone.

The neighborhood had plenty of surveillance, there was one right at the front gate, and he wanted to see who dared to do such a thing.

Putting aside how crazy Gu Che was upon knowing his sister wasn’t coming to visit, Tuanzi got off the plane and took a car back to the neighborhood. After getting out, she jumped up and touched down on several yard walls on her way, quickly reaching her own yard.

The garbage in the yard had been cleared, but the scalded melon and flower seedlings were left there, looking pitiful.

"Wuwuwu, my melons, my flowers!"

Their home had low wooden picket fences, meant for easy gardening. For Tuanzi, scaling them was child’s play. She easily flipped over and crouched by the dead seedlings, her big eyes reddened.

The person standing at the door being ignored: "..."

Gu Rui and his wife were about to say something, but the elderly lady, who was being lectured by the police, angrily shouted, "So you finally showed up, little girl! It’s all your fault, or my son wouldn’t be in jail!"

Gu Rui and his wife’s faces changed.

Usually indifferent, Mu Xue lowered her voice, "Your son wouldn’t be imprisoned if he hadn’t stabbed you. You should ask why he dared to be so cruel to his own mother, and you should also question how you raised him."

But if the old lady were rational, she wouldn’t have gone to Miaomiao’s house after getting discharged, throwing trash and pouring boiling water into her yard.

She’s the type to push responsibility onto others.

Even though she forgave her son who stabbed her, assaulting someone with a knife is a public prosecution criminal case. Her forgiveness could only reduce the sentence but couldn’t save him from imprisonment.

When the sentence came out, she cursed the law for being unjust, the police for being useless, and Miaomiao for meddling.

Yet she didn’t dare trouble judges or police, so she vented her anger on the seemingly weakest, Miaomiao.

As an elderly lady, she was considered an easy-to-bully weakling in the eyes of ordinary people. But at this moment, she chose to bully someone who looked even weaker than her.

Gu Rui and his wife were furious, Gu Chi, who had caught up with them, was angry, the police who came to teach a lesson were also upset, and even the system felt outraged, thinking it might have been better if the hostess hadn’t saved her.

Tuanzi was immersed in her grief over not having melons to eat or flowers to admire and paid no attention to what the old lady was saying.

This indifference enraged the old lady.

She charged into the yard, trying to grab Tuanzi.

Tuanzi easily dodged, jumping up onto a tree, looking down at her.

Her small face, though chubby, was expressionless at the moment. Her big eyes were dark and bright as she stared intently at her.

At that moment, the old lady felt a chill down her spine.

Why am I afraid of a little child? the old lady wondered, then burst into curses.

Gu Chi didn’t stop her, instead, he recorded everything.

Once she was out of breath from yelling, he told the police, "You heard her, cursing openly. While not severe enough to violate the Criminal Law, it does breach the Public Security Administration Punishment Law and warrants administrative punishment."

The old lady stiffened, creakily turning her head to glare at him, her expression as menacing as a demon’s.

"You’re picking on an old lady?"

Gu Chi chuckled.

He had long realized that malice knows no age, gender, or profession boundaries.

It was one thing for the old lady not to show gratitude, but since she liked cursing, let her do it behind bars.

If it were anyone else, they might have let it go seeing she was freshly discharged from the hospital, but Gu Chi wasn’t planning to turn a blind eye; he only worried that his sister might feel too soft-hearted.

"Miaomiao, what do you think?"

"Just follow the rules."

Tuanzi drifted lightly to the ground, not even glancing at the elderly lady she’d once saved, "Miaomiao is okay with that."