Chapter 1392: Up to No Good!

“Listening to Liu Yi say that the little ones are doing great, I am much relieved.”

While speaking, Miao Lishan furrowed her brows, “The only worry is, he’s bringing the Geng family’s girl on this trip. Taking a girl out, money is never enough.”

That instantly made not just Zhou Jiao and Zhang Guoqing but even Zhou Xiaozheng burst into laughter.

Who is that?

A notorious penny-pincher!

It’s probably that bringing Geng Baobao along is to prevent some absurd social engagements.

As for spending money?

At most, it’s just normal social costs; anything extra, like buying jewelry for the girl, would likely make May 1st kick her aside in distress.

Moreover, even if the Geng family’s assets aren’t as vast as theirs, they’re still substantial.

“Mom, when have you ever seen our May 1st short on cash? He takes after his mother in this respect; he lacks nothing except money.”

As soon as Zhang Guoqing said this, Zhou Jiao looked at him in surprise.

Could it be that he’s already aware that May 1st sold the villa and pooled funds with his overseas friend to invest in a diamond mine? Hmm, possibly!

Her Liu Yi didn’t come back earlier for nothing.

While chatting, Zhou Jiao distributed the gifts, then urged by Zhou Xiaozheng to rest quickly; she didn’t delay further, as a tough challenge awaited her.

This time, the new courtyard was more than twice the size of the previous two-story house.

As the only daughter of Zhou Xiaozheng, he directly arranged for the couple to stay in the East Wing, while he and his wife occupied the main house, leaving the rear courtyard entirely for their three grandsons.

Upon entering the bedroom, Zhang Guoqing opened his arms, waiting for her to come into his embrace.

Zhou Jiao swiftly pounced into his arms, deliberately rubbed her cheek against his chest, and looked up at him with a flattering smile.

“Did something bad!” Zhang Guoqing said with certainty, “Confess and be lenient.”

Zhou Jiao hugged his waist and refused to let go. For a woman over forty who keeps getting spanked, how should she live afterward? “Hehe, brother, I’ve missed you.”

With your little strength? Zhang Guoqing raised his eyebrows, scooped her up in one go, and sat on the edge of the bed, “Looks like there’s quite a bit this time; I worried at home, should I punish you?”

“Nothing much, I just bought a car in Xiao Ming’s name, and also,” Zhou Jiao watched his expression, her voice gradually dimming, “just bought a few things.”

“Full?”

Zhou Jiao shrank her neck and closed her eyes, “Almost.”

Zhang Guoqing chuckled silently, ruffled her hair, “I can’t be less generous to you? Alright, stop pretending. Our son takes after you in this regard.”

Zhou Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, “Scared me to death! Brother, I’ve become adept, it’s very safe, every time I go out I deeply remember your words of wisdom, I’ve also prepared lots of gifts for you.”

Zhang Guoqing looked around the bedroom, pointed at the empty space in front of the bed, “Can fit?”

“Can fit, can fit.” Zhou Jiao nodded quickly. Anyway, only she can see the space; she makes the call. “But I released some seafood, will it smell?”

Fine, Zhang Guoqing finally realized what good deeds she’s done!

He glanced at her sideways, speechless, wondering how much those little devils have been fleeced by her, “I no longer have the chance to accompany you to the Black Market to sell goods.”

Zhou Jiao waved her right hand grandly, “They’re all valuables, keep them.”

In the light, with their heads together, as if any valuable could compare to his wife, Zhang Guoqing decisively decided to rest first, what words can’t he get out when she’s in a daze?

This holiday is three days long, adding the weekend, a total of four days. Since she left the unit for a month, Zhou Jiao simply gave up and didn’t consider work.

Hidden in the mountains, without a care for the world, yet suddenly someone relayed a message.

Just after sending parcels to her parents-in-law, godfather, and godmother, Zhou Jiao unexpectedly received a letter addressed to her. And the handwriting undoubtedly belonged to Mai Miao.

Zhou Jiao curiously looked at Zhang Guoqing, “Isn’t it so all letters from the old home are directly written in your name, why change it? Is something wrong?”

Like Huang Cuilan causing trouble? Or her dowry for Mai Sui being exposed?

Zhang Guoqing furrowed his brow, “Perhaps the girl is seeking you for women’s private matters? Open it and see.”

Indeed, rather than guessing riddles, it’s better to look and see.

Once opened, she unexpectedly pulled out several letters in different handwritings, all greetings and invitations from several nieces and daughters-in-law, inviting their family, including the future two daughters-in-law, to spend New Year’s at the old home.

What is this game?

Isn’t it so any letter can be included in her father-in-law’s letter to Zhang Guoqing, and directly sending one to her—is it suspected she’s monopolizing her husband, unwilling for him to return home?

Zhou Jiao handed the letter back to him, shaking her head amusedly, “These kids! Look, they’re kindly inviting our family to return for New Year’s.”

Zhang Guoqing glanced at it, tapped the sofa armrest, then shook his head, “Whatever little schemes they have, just ignore them.”

“But you must clarify to my parents that you’re in charge, don’t let them think I’m keeping you from going home.”

“Mom and Dad aren’t those muddle-headed people, haven’t they seen how busy I am? Once Dad’s letter arrives, I’ll mention it when replying.”

Zhou Jiao nodded at his words.

She really didn’t want to say another word about topics concerning the old home; compared to their invitation for her to spend New Year’s there, she believes more in the saying ‘no visit without a reason’.

As the saying goes, the human heart can’t withstand guessing.

She believes she’s been good enough to Mai Miao, treating all the girls back home equally, even paying the social dues after marriage. But what good has it done?

Mai Sui and Mai Qing will occasionally knit her a sweater, a scarf or something, especially her niece Yaya, who never forgets to send cotton shoes for the whole family each year.

Would Mai Miao have no free time?

It’s just a matter of intention or lack thereof.

Without comparison, there’s no harm.

“That girl Mai Sui should be four months pregnant by now, right? I’ll go visit tomorrow. And there’s Yaya, I’ve yet to send the golden chain and gifts last time; find out if anyone’s heading northeast.”

Hearing this, Zhang Guoqing restrained his laughter and nodded approvingly. His wife was getting more childlike, which was actually good; after all, everyone has their own account in mind.

There’s one thing he understands better than Zhou Jiao: those kids must have heard Mai Sui mention Sheng Mei and Little Tangtang; now, they’re trying to strengthen the relationship.

Was it necessary to go around in circles?

The next day’s lunch break, Zhou Jiao indeed went to visit Mai Sui. Hearing that girl worry about having a baby girl made Zhou Jiao speechless and almost curse her out.

Such heartache!

Why had she been stubborn about not marrying earlier? If she had settled down earlier, like Mai Miao and Yaya, wouldn’t she have had as many children as she wanted?

Watching this girl, she had clearly forgotten how Zhang the Second and Cui Lan used to favor boys over girls; truly her own daughter!

When she reached the Wen Family, she was even more speechless seeing her little aunt Cheng Ruzhu constantly praising her family’s only precious child, Little Nannan’s intelligence, charm, and good behavior.

Was it necessary?

The right birth is so damn crucial!

“Look, isn’t Little Nannan getting more and more like you?”