CHAPTER 700: CHAPTER 693: THE EERIE CRY

Sisi originally thought that the Jins and Tangs had a falling out and Mr. Yun would take over the Tang family. But later, she saw that Mr. Tang was still gravely ill, and Mr. Yun remained aloof. There was no sign that these two families were getting closer.

It was so illogical that Sisi couldn’t figure it out. She dared not ask Mr. Yun, fearing he would scold her, so she had to call her dear husband for advice.

Tian Xinhua laughed and said, "It’s impossible for Mr. Tang to form an alliance with our Yun Mansion. Just for the fact that the Tang family had harmed Chengsi before, Mr. Yun wouldn’t agree in the first place. Even if Mr. Yun didn’t mind, Mr. Tang wouldn’t do it. He’s not that foolish."

If one backer was gone, wouldn’t it make sense to find another?

Sisi couldn’t help but express the doubt in her heart.

"The Tang Family has the imprint of the Jins too deeply. In everyone’s eyes, they are in the same boat. The Tang family cannot escape the Jins’ influence. Mr. Tang knows this well, which is why he’s pretending to be sick, to avoid being tied to the Jins. Just wait and see, Mr. Tang won’t even step out of his house in the future," Tian Xinhua said.

Sisi truly couldn’t understand. Weren’t they already falling apart? How are they still connected?

Tian Xinhua also knew Sisi was puzzled, so he smiled and said, "Ah Nan, you don’t need to worry about these matters. Mr. Yun and I are here!"

Sisi nodded quickly. Politics is indeed more profound than calculus. This head of hers, which only thinks about romance, should focus on something else.

As Tian Xinhua predicted, after the Purple Wisteria incident, Mr. Tang completely disappeared from the Jianghu.

If he didn’t come out every year to attend the tea parties, shelling seeds and drinking tea, people in the courtyard would certainly think the old guy had passed away.

Sisi felt that Mr. Tang must have reached some understanding with Mr. Yun; otherwise, Mr. Yun wouldn’t be so entertained watching the drama, and Mr. Tang wouldn’t fake his illness so calmly.

Sisi was too lazy to deal with these messes anymore. The weather was getting colder, and she increasingly didn’t want to go out. She rarely even went to Green Home, spending her days cuddled with a hand warmer at home, or figuring out good recipes. In less than a month, she’d gained a whole round of weight.

One day at noon, after lunch, Sisi curled up under the blanket with a hand warmer and closed her eyes to rest. A call from the school came in, saying Mao Dou had a quarrel with a classmate in the bathroom, wet his pants, and Sisi needed to bring him pants to change.

Sighing, Sisi reluctantly emerged from her warm blanket, asking Granny Zhao to find a pair of Du Du’s trousers.

Granny Zhao prepared the pants and saw that Sisi was still dressing slowly, taking forever to button up five buttons, and urged her to hurry, so the child wouldn’t catch a cold.

Sisi pouted. How could such a short time cause any harm? The little rascal should stay cold a bit longer for making her venture out in this freezing weather!

She wanted to dawdle a bit more, but seeing Granny Zhao’s fierce gaze, Sisi shrank her neck and quickly fastened the buttons, quickly wrapped a scarf around her neck, and then left with the pants.

She hadn’t even left the gate when the cold wind made her shrivel her neck, prompting her to pull up her scarf.

Why is the more I bake, the colder I get?

Granny Zhao shouted from the doorway, "Bring back some old ginger when you return. It’s cold. Make ginger and brown sugar water for the kids so they won’t catch cold."

Sisi pouted again. Those children have the stamina of little calves; even hail wouldn’t harm them.

Arriving at school, she happened to catch recess. Mao Dou, wearing wet pants, was happily playing with classmates on the playground. Seeing Sisi, he cheerfully called her Auntie.

Sisi handed Mao Dou the pants, suggesting he change on the playground. Unexpectedly, the little guy felt embarrassed and refused, taking the pants with him to the bathroom.

The bathroom was fairly clean, and not many people were there. Even if it was, Sisi went in anyway. They’re just a bunch of elementary schoolers, nothing to see here!

"Auntie, why did you come in? This is the boys’ bathroom!"

Mao Dou, with his pants off, shouted in distress upon seeing Sisi, hastily trying to pull up his pants, making Sisi chuckle with amusement.

"I’ve seen your bare bottom countless times when you were little. Why are you embarrassed now? Hurry up and take off your pants. Your aunt doesn’t have time to waste. I still have to go back to sleep!" Sisi roared like a lion, and Mao Dou immediately wilted.

He obediently took off his wet pants and put on the dry pair Sisi brought. The little guy was about to sneak away when Sisi grabbed him, squatted down, and straightened his pant legs.

"Boohoo..."

Like the opening tune to a ghost story, an eerie cry spooked Sisi, instinctively reminding her of a horror movie she saw in a past life, "Ghost Doll Hua Zi."

It was about a school bathroom being a portal between life and death. Students often disappeared there, accompanied by eerie, foreboding music. In her past life, Sisi was scared enough that she didn’t dare use the bathroom at night for a month.

Mao Dou, seeing Sisi’s scared face, burst out laughing, and Sisi felt utterly embarrassed, embarrassed even as her courage faltered compared to a child’s.

"Boohoo..."

The sound returned, seeming like a child crying with their hand covering their mouth. Sisi followed the sound, found the source, and pulled the door open.

According to Mao Dou, nine out of ten bathroom doors at their school were broken.

A little boy stood inside, covering his mouth, crying softly with a face flushed red, looking utterly heartbroken.

Just as Sisi was about to ask who this child was, Mao Dou spoke up, "Tang Junfeng, what are you crying about in the bathroom? Crying like a girl, without any backbone!"

Tang Junfeng seemed a little afraid of Mao Dou, shrinking back, wiping away his tears, and daring not to cry further. His unsure expression made Sisi want to laugh.

Sisi couldn’t help but feel sympathy for this Tang Junfeng. He was clearly an honest and timid child, and such children were certainly targets for bullying at school.

Seeing him so heartbroken just now, he must have been bullied again.

Although she didn’t care much for the Tang Family, she didn’t mind much about the kids, so she gently asked, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Perhaps it was Sisi’s beauty and kindness, or maybe Tang Junfeng was truly aggrieved, as he mindlessly forgot Jin Yujie’s threats and quietly said, "Auntie, I feel pain!"

Even after he grew up, had children, and grandchildren, Tang Junfeng would often recall the year he was nine, when Auntie Sisi in the school bathroom, like a fairy, descended from heaven and saved his life!