CHAPTER 466: CHAPTER 5 YUAN WANTONG_2

"Okay, now I can believe you’re Wanwan," Sister Juanjuan said heartily. "Before you left, hearing words like this would have definitely made your face red. Now, look at you, not even blushing or out of breath, and taking it as a compliment. Your skin must have thickened, even if nothing else has changed."

"Sister Juanjuan, you’ve gotten sharper with your words than before," Lin Xiaoguai retorted without showing any weakness.

"Alright already, you two used to love to bicker as kids. Let’s keep it down now," Uncle Xiao Dong quickly mediated.

Lin Xiaoguai and Sister Juanjuan exchanged a smile.

"Hey, are you back to see your Aunt?" Dong Ya, still chubby like in her childhood, asked.

"That’s right," Lin Xiaoguai nodded.

"Did your husband and children come with you?" Chongzi came over to ask.

"Yes, they are at Uncle Tang’s playing basketball," Lin Xiaoguai replied.

"I heard you had quadruplets?"

"Yes."

"You’re really lucky."

"Right, I saw your husband on TV last time. His name is Shen Chi, right? I’ve heard he’s a Lieutenant General now."

"Really? I saw it too, but I didn’t realize he was your husband."

"So, Wanwan, you’re the Head’s wife now?"

"I knew you were meant for big things. You never seemed like you belonged in our small place, and look at you now."

...

Everyone was chatting away, and somehow, without Lin Xiaoguai knowing how it happened, she found herself being asked to introduce them to the real-life Lieutenant General and the quadruplets.

"Why did you come over?" Shen Chi immediately noticed her approach, tossed the basketball to Shen Yinian, wiped his sweat, and walked over.

Lin Xiaoguai looked at the people by her side somewhat awkwardly and said, "They wanted to come over and see you."

Shen Chi then noticed that everyone’s gazes were glued on him. He looked surprised and then smiled, nodding his head, "Hello."

"Hi, hello," everyone responded awkwardly.

Lin Xiaoguai found it amusing but a bit speechless that these people were so nervous they couldn’t even speak. Was it necessary? She initially thought Shen Chi would be teased by them.

It seemed she really didn’t carry an air of authority about her.

—She didn’t realize that their nervousness was not because of any so-called air of authority but because the title of Lieutenant General was nearly mythical to them, placing the person on a pedestal even before meeting them. How could they not be nervous?

However, when they saw the quadruplets, everyone relaxed, especially when Shen Chi was dragged by Lin Xiaoxi onto the court for a game.

"Ah, she really is Wanwan’s daughter, just as beautiful as her."

"Her son is not bad either. You see the eldest one? Do you believe if we took him out for a walk, village girls would be crying to marry him?"

...

Shen Yinian grimaced and whispered to Lin Xiaoguai, "Take him out for a walk?" Does he think I’m a donkey or a dog?

Lin Xiaoguai coughed lightly and said, "Villagers are like that, they speak frankly without overthinking, no harm intended."

But it was depressing.

Shen Yinian pursed his lips.

By the time they managed to leave the enthusiastic crowd and return home, it was already half-past ten.

"Let’s go to sleep," Shen Chi patted Lin Xiaoguai’s shoulder.

Lin Xiaoguai nodded.

The next morning, Lin Xiaoguai hadn’t yet awoken when she heard a commotion downstairs. She wanted to laze around and not move, but as she listened, something didn’t seem right.

"Shen Chi, does it sound like a fight to you?" she asked half-opening her eyes.

"It is a fight," Shen Chi, already awake, was lounging in bed with her unwilling to get up.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier!" Lin Xiaoguai quickly got up to change her clothes.

Shen Chi, having no choice, also got out from under the duvet.

"Yuan Wantong, don’t you think you’re going too far?" Lin Xiaoxi’s angry shout came as soon as they arrived downstairs.

Lin Xiaoguai looked over and saw a short, fat middle-aged man with bulging eyes saying, "Me? How have I gone too far? I paid for this land. Is it wrong to not want a grave on my property? Yes, I know it’s your father’s tomb, but didn’t I notify you in advance to relocate it? If you don’t do it, obviously I have to take matters into my own hands."

"But we also said, it’s not that we won’t relocate, we want to wait until Mom has passed and handle it all together. The Geomancy Master has already said that my father’s grave can’t be recklessly moved; it would be bad for both the deceased and the descendants," Tang Hanfang retorted angrily.

"Listen, Sister, what you’re saying doesn’t make sense," Yuan Wantong shook his head and said, "It’s my land; I can’t let this grave stand there indefinitely. I don’t mean to be rude, but who knows when your mother will die? And I’m in a rush to start building my factory. The more time you waste, the more money I lose. Are you going to compensate me for that?"

"Besides, what era is this? Do you still believe in these superstitions? How many years has it been since China’s reform and openness?"

Lin Xiaoguai frowned and spoke up, "Brother, Sister Hanfang." She had a pretty clear grasp of the situation. Technically, no one was wrong, but the issue wasn’t easy to solve.

"Are you guys up?" Lin Xiaoxi eased her expression.

Yuan Wantong looked up and spotted Lin Xiaoguai and her husband descending the stairs. Thinking himself worldly, he felt a tightening in his heart. These two didn’t look like ordinary people, and they seemed somewhat familiar?

"Who are these two?" he asked in a gesture of friendliness.

Lin Xiaoguai replied with a light smile, "My husband’s surname is Shen."

"Mr. Shen, Mrs. Shen, hello, hello," Yuan Wantong came over to shake their hands.

"Shen?" He felt increasingly familiar. Where had he seen them before?

Given his enthusiastic attitude, it was difficult to decline, and both extended their hands for a brief handshake.

Thankfully, Yuan Wantong didn’t behave as slyly as he looked; he was quite polite, sparing Lin Xiaoguai the concern of experiencing the unwanted lingering handshake. Whether it was Shen Chi’s presence or her own prejudices at fault, she couldn’t tell. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)