Chapter 948 - Don’t Mention His Own Mother, He Can’t Even Admit It To Himself
Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let's Get Married
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
He had been in the vicissitudes bureaucracy for so long that you do not need to say too much. Just a short phrase was enough for them to understand the underlying meaning.
They were able to think about everything that you had thought of or even the details that you might have overlooked. Hence...you do not need to say much.
She had only needed to mention this one incident for Xia Anlan to figure out the conspiracies behind her mother who was also Little Ai. Perhaps someone had already known about this matter many years ago and deliberately stopped them from discovering the truth about Nie Qiuping being Little Ai.
His sisterâs death was no accident... Perhaps the whole incident was a man-made scheme.
That scheme had been accompanying Nie Qiuping for so many years ever since she was five until her demise. For more than twenty years, she had lived such a difficult life.
The agitated Xia Anlan could barely sit still for another minute. However, his tense expression eased slightly when he gently rubbed Qingsiâs head. âQingsi, continue eating properly. Uncle has some matters to attend to.â
Yan Qingsi tilted her head and asked, âUncle, arenât you eating anymore?â
âUncle is already full...â
Xia Anlan stood up from his seat and headed straight into his study upstairs.
Yan Qingsi watched as Xia Anlan head upstairs until he disappeared into a corner before she returned to her meal. When she turned back, she realized Mrs. You was staring at her with a troubled look.
âMrs. You, is there something bothering you?â
Mrs. You hesitated for a moment before saying, âQingsi... Your mother was my younger sister and we were basically inseparable when we were little. I was devastated when she passed away. Not a single person in this family had ever forgotten about Little Ai. However...try not to talk about this matter while weâre eating, is that alright? You can see how sad your uncle became that he had lost his appetite. Brother Lan had been working really hard daily. How can his body keep up if heâs not able to have three proper meals a day, donât you agree?â
Yan Qingsi nodded in response. âYou are right Mrs. You, Iâll keep that in mind and wonât mention it again.â
Yan Qingsi abruptly brought up this topic during dinner to observe Mrs. Youâs reaction.
However, it seemed to have no effect on Mrs. You as her reactions were...normal and there was nothing suspicious about it.
âYou donât have to keep calling me Mrs. You, it feels very distant. Just call me Auntie Shuang. Your mother and I are as close as actual sisters after all.â
Yan Qingsi noded. âAlright, Mrs. You.â
Mrs. You momentarily froze before quietly sighed.
Yan Qingsi scooped up a serving of chicken soup and asked, âThatâs right. When will my cousin be back? I am looking forward to meeting him, Iâm even more excited...to see his necklace.â
Mrs. You appears to be distracted before replying with a smile, âSoon...â
âThat child of mine is sometimes reckless. He actually climbed up to the second floor to have a smoke and accidentally fell down from the window, resulting in him being hospitalized for a long time.â
Yan Qingsi lamented. âTsk tsk... Oh my, that was indeed tragic!â
Mrs. You nodded and said, âYes, I was laughing at him back then. He was fine moments ago. How on earth did he fall down from the window? This child of mine is quite playful and adventurous. He had always loved getting girls from the entertainment circle to be his girlfriend. Iâve jokingly asked him if he was fooling around with some newbie celebrity and ended up falling down from the window? Can you guess what was his reply?â
Yan Qingsi pretended not to know about that incident and responded while drinking some wine, âHuhu...even if that was really the case, he would never admit to it. Donât mention his own mother, he would even hypnotize himself into believing that he had fallen down himself. Otherwise... Itâll be extremely embarrassing.â