Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Not Being a Pushover

Chapter 69 -69: Not Being a Pushover

Chiang Songhai actually didn’t smoke much.

But he had an iron cigarette case, which was slightly smaller than the factory-made cigarette packs. Every day he would roll a few cigarettes and place them in the case, along with a box of matches.

Although Chiang Xiao used to be reluctant to help dry herbs, she was willing to occasionally help roll the tobacco.

Ge Liutao wasn’t in good health, so when Chiang Songhai wanted to smoke, he would roll his cigarettes in the western room.

“Little, don’t rush, Grandpa wants to have a few words with you.”

Chiang Xiao put down the cigarette paper and looked up at him.

What did Grandpa want to say to her?

But even if he didn’t say anything, Chiang Xiao had something she wanted to talk to him about.

“Grandpa, you go ahead.”

Chiang Songhai sighed, looking at her with a mix of pity and guilt, “Little, you’ve been wronged.”

Chiang Xiao was stunned for a moment.

She had been wronged her whole life, enduring big wrongs, so why did Grandpa suddenly say this?

She didn’t respond, just waited to hear what he would say next.

Chiang Songhai looked at his granddaughter’s palm-sized face with her big, watery eyes, and felt a pang in his heart.

“Grandpa heard about what happened today.” He had gone to dig for herbs and didn’t return until dinner time. Arriving at the entrance to the village, he ran into Aunt Juan’s husband, who filled him in on the day’s events.

Hearing about the words Chiang Xiao had shouted at Niu Guiying, that Ding Dani had parents to protect her while she deserved to have dirty water splashed on her, and hearing Niu Guiying call her motherless, his heart felt sliced by knives. It was then that he realized Little must have kept all her wrongs bottled up inside her.

If she hadn’t bottled up so much, why would she have suddenly lashed out today and hit someone?

Chiang Xiao actually hitting someone was a huge shock to Chiang Songhai, akin to hearing that a little lamb had suddenly turned into a big bad wolf.

So Chiang Songhai thought it over and felt he needed to say something to comfort her, lest the child truly become hardened.

She was a delicate young girl, how could she go about fighting others? Today, Aunt Juan and others were there to protect her, but what if Ding Daqiang decided to take revenge?

During dinner, they had already talked about Doctor Huang’s diagnosis of Niu Guiying, so Chiang Songhai’s words were only an overture, and Chiang Xiao still didn’t respond.

“Little, tomorrow Grandpa will take you to Da Ni’s house, and you can apologize to Guiying, alright?”

Upon hearing this, Chiang Xiao stood up suddenly, looking at him in disbelief.

“Grandpa, you’re asking me to apologize to Niu Guiying?”

Chiang Songhai didn’t expect such a strong reaction and hurriedly said, “It’s a temporary measure, you sit down first, Grandpa will explain properly.”

Chiang Xiao suppressed the anger in her heart and sat back down.

“Grandpa knows Guiying is a fierce woman and doesn’t mind her words, which has wronged you. But Little, mouths are on other people’s faces, what they say is their business, it is their moral failing, and it shows their ugliness, why should we bother with it?”

“Grandpa, I disagree with you,” Chiang Xiao shook her head.

Her grandparents were kind-hearted and wise, but they were too soft.

In the language of her future life, they would be called saintly pushovers.

She was raised by them, so in her past life, she had been somewhat of the same character. But what did it get her?

Chiang Xiao used her own bitter experiences from before to prove the outcome for pushovers, having lived another life, how could she willingly be that again? Moreover, during her drifting and unsupported years, she had seen too much of the human heart, understanding it more deeply than Chiang Songhai.

“There are many people like Niu Guiying in this world. If they all insult and slander me, throwing dirty water on me, ‘three men make a tiger,’ even if others have not seen it with their own eyes, they will think that I am indeed that kind of person.”

As Chiang Xiao spoke these words, her voice was still somewhat sweet and soft.

She had lived to thirty in her previous life, and her voice had always sounded like this. Chiang Xiao actually wished her tone could be coarser, at least having some authority.