Chapter 2225 - 717: Xue’s Home (Part 3)

Her fingertips lightly tapped on the laptop in front of her, her gaze passed over the subordinates still fervently discussing in the cabin and landed on the magnificent, boundless sea of clouds outside the window.

She felt like she was in a different world.

Then, the corners of her lips slowly lifted.

Tang Song, Tang Song.

Meeting you was truly the best arrangement that heaven has made for my life.

...

9:45 AM.

Chang’an, south suburb, Ruixiang Garden District.

The air in this 89-square-meter two-bedroom apartment outside the third ring was filled with a frantic and tense atmosphere.

Lin Muchuan, dressed in a semi-new business suit, stood in front of the mirror, repeatedly adjusting his tie.

Father Lin Baoshan paced back and forth in the living room, frowning and occasionally glancing at the clock.

Mother Wang Suxia sat on the edge of the sofa, carefully patting the small grandson in her arms who had just turned six months old.

Today was an unusual day for their family.

Not only were they attending their niece’s engagement banquet and family social event,

but more importantly, it was the first time their daughter Lin Muxue was coming home in two years.

"Muchuan." Lin Baoshan stopped walking and asked somewhat anxiously, "Where’s Xue? Why hasn’t she arrived in Chang’an yet?"

Beside him, Wang Suxia, carefully tucking the quilt around the grandson, also looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and worry: "It’s almost ten o’clock, will she make it in time? Is she really coming or not?"

"Oh, she’s flying over, very quick, takes just over an hour." Lin Muchuan took out his phone and checked, "Xue said she’ll definitely make it."

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, a slight smile finally appeared on Wang Suxia’s face, with a rare closeness in her tone: "That little rascal, she finally knows to come back for a visit!"

Lin Baoshan nudged his wife’s arm, lowering his voice, "When you see her, be nicer, say some soft words; don’t start fighting with her again."

Wang Suxia was about to retort when the master bedroom door creaked open.

Lin Muchuan’s wife, Peng Xiaomeng, was applying serum to her face as she walked out.

"Dad, you’re being biased. It’s really not Mom’s fault. Xue doesn’t even come home; does a daughter behave like that?"

Lin Baoshan’s expression turned awkward.

"Xiaomeng, say less." Lin Muchuan quickly glared at his wife.

"What? You’re not happy if I say something about your sister?" Peng Xiaomeng placed the serum on the coffee table, raising her voice a bit, "She didn’t come back for our wedding, or when Dudu was born, she, the aunt, didn’t even show her face. Does that make sense?"

"Didn’t she send a red envelope?"

"Can a red envelope be the same as being present? If this gets out, how do you think it makes our family look? My side is still upset about it!"

Seeing that the couple was about to argue again, Wang Suxia quickly mediated:

"Alright, alright! Muchuan, give in a little to your wife. Xiaomeng, you should say less too, the baby is still sleeping."

As she spoke, she gently patted the grandson in her arms.

Lin Muchuan let out a heavy sigh, his face showing guilt, "Alas... I always feel we haven’t been fair to Xue. This time when we meet, Mom, don’t speak carelessly, talk properly with your sister."

Peng Xiaomeng glanced at her husband’s cowardly look, feeling a burst of annoyance, she said irritably: "Come in and help me choose which outfit to wear later."

Lin Muchuan nodded, following her into the master bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, Peng Xiaomeng tugged on his arm, lowering her voice and glaring sharply as she warned: "Let me put it plainly, I can accept anything else, but if your parents dare give your sister money, our days are over, immediate divorce!"

Lin Muchuan’s face changed instantly: "Peng Xiaomeng! That’s my parents’ money, they can do whatever they want with it, how is it any of your business?"

"None of my business?" Peng Xiaomeng sneered, "Don’t you know our current situation? Your crappy company hasn’t paid you for two months, it’s about to go under! The mortgage, Dudu’s formula money, diapers, which of these doesn’t require money? If your parents don’t help, are they going to watch their grandchild starve?"

"You!" Lin Muchuan was breathing heavily, "Don’t you have money? Haven’t I been handing over my salary to you every month!"

"Stop it! Your seven or eight thousand a month, after the mortgage, is just barely enough for household expenses! I quit my job to have a baby, so who does this whole family rely on? If you even think about touching my dowry money, don’t even think about it! That’s what I’m saving for Dudu’s future."

Looking at his wife’s flushed face from agitation, all Lin Muchuan’s retorts were stuck in his throat, eventually reduced to a powerless compromise: "...We’re going to Jiajia’s engagement party today, I don’t want to argue with you."

"Hmph, if you really have skills, you should work on your relationship with that cousin-in-law, see if you can find a decent job. Look at what’s happening at home, and you still have the nerve to talk about past grievances with your sister!"

Peng Xiaomeng shook off his hand, and continued choosing clothes.

Lin Muchuan lowered his head, his chest heaving violently, eventually leaving without a word, closing the door with force.

"Muchuan, what’s going on? Another fight?" Seeing her son’s unpleasant expression, Wang Suxia asked softly.

Lin Muchuan didn’t speak, instinctively reaching for his pocket for a cigarette, but seeing the sleeping child in his mother’s arms, he forcefully resisted.

He leaned closer to his mother’s ear, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Mom, if you’re going to give money to Xue, do it privately, don’t let Xiaomeng find out. Also, make sure Xue doesn’t talk about it outside."

Wang Suxia and Lin Baoshan exchanged a glance, instantly understanding their son’s plight.