Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 55: Chapter 55 This is entanglement

Chapter 55 -55 This is entanglement

Chiang Baohe simply followed her home, where he indeed found two piles of earth bricks and half a bag of cement stacked in the courtyard.

She had already cleared out a corner; it was obviously for building a pigsty.

Without a second word, Chiang Baohe rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Liu Caiyun didn’t know whether to close the courtyard door or leave it open.

If she closed it, people would think she was up to something indecent with Chiang Baohe at home.

If she didn’t, she truly didn’t want her neighbors to see Chiang Baohe helping her out.

It was infuriating—all the fault of that wretched girl Chiang Xiao!

She had stacked these materials precisely to find the right person to help her out—and that person, in Liu Caiyun’s mind, was Chiang Songhai.

Liu Caiyun had indeed taken a fancy to Chiang Songhai and was already scheming on how to ensnare him.

Of course, she wouldn’t admit the reason to anyone.

That was also why she didn’t join in when she learned about the incident with Chiang Xiao falling into the water these past few days. Not only did she stay away, but she also hurriedly sent her son Ji Desheng back to school and temporarily stayed at a cousin’s place in town these days, not allowing him to return.

If she had designs on Chiang Songhai, how could she let her son get involved with Chiang Xiao?

That would be an utter mess of relationships!

But before she could make her move, Chiang Xiao had already sabotaged her plan; now Chiang Baohe was busy in her house and wouldn’t leave no matter what!

Liu Caiyun didn’t dare truly anger Chiang Baohe, for the man seemed sullen and grim. If driven to desperation, who knew what he might do!

“Uh, Chiang Baohe, it’s already well past noon—you haven’t eaten lunch yet, have you?” Hurry home for lunch, will you!

“I’m not picky, Caiyun. Just cook anything!” Chiang Baohe replied.

His words nearly made Liu Caiyun spit up blood.

With him here, she had been too scared to cook at all! It was precisely because she didn’t want to keep him for a meal!

“You didn’t tell Ho Laidi when you left, did you? You should go back and let them know, so the family isn’t worried.”

As Chiang Baohe mixed the cement, he said, “No need, my mom will send Caijiao to find me.”

Chiang Caijiao, Song Xiyun’s daughter and Chiang Lidong’s older sister, was only nine this year. Ho Laidi, who favored boys over girls, would surely task Chiang Caijiao rather than Chiang Lidong with any errand.

Liu Caiyun felt frustrated to the brink of sickness.

If Chiang Caijiao came looking and told Ho Laidi, that old woman would surely figure out her son’s intentions, and then a confrontation would be inevitable!

Yet before she could come up with a solution, she indeed saw a little girl running over.

Chiang Caijiao, at nine, appeared no different than a seven- or eight-year-old, thin and yellow-faced, with somewhat dry and yellowish hair and wearing an old dress indelibly stained in places. However, her features bore a semblance of the Chiang family’s delicate appearance.

“Auntie, is my Second Uncle at your place?” Chiang Caijiao had been asking around as she came; looking for Chiang Baohe at mealtime was something she had done countless times.

No sooner had she asked than she saw Chiang Baohe working in the courtyard.

“Caijiao, your Second Uncle just helped me carry some things home, and he will…,” be leaving shortly.

Before she could finish her sentence, Chiang Baohe turned his head and said gruffly to Chiang Caijiao, “Go back and tell your grandparents I’ll eat at Caiyun’s place, and I’ll be here helping her with the pigsty this afternoon.”

Liu Caiyun felt like spitting up blood.

“Oh!”

Chiang Caijiao immediately ran back.

Once she reported back, Ho Laidi flared up instantly.

“This temptress! How dare she ensnare my son! She dreams of entering the Old Chiang Family, over my dead body! I’m going to confront her right now!” With that, Ho Laidi made to storm out.

Song Xiyun’s expression was equally grim.

“Stop right there! Looking to embarrass us?” Chiang Songtao, drawing on his hand-rolled tobacco, glared at Ho Laidi.