Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 104

“As the saying goes, ‘Men fear choosing the wrong profession; women fear marrying the wrong man.’ Marriage is a woman’s second chance at life—you’ve got to pick the right family.”

“Our Zhijiu is blessed with good fortune, and a blessed person entering a blessed home only multiplies that fortune!”

Li Shuying’s words not only praised Shen Zhijiu but also complimented the Yue family—while simultaneously taking a dig at Chen Can.

Wan Jiayin naturally smiled warmly, but Tan Yingjun’s expression darkened. She had come to embarrass them, yet this country bumpkin dared to criticize her son?

A nobody like Shen Zhijiu wasn’t even fit to polish her son’s shoes! How dare they act so high and mighty? Truly, a toad trying to swallow the moon—overestimating themselves!

“Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes. Every great man has multiple women around him. But for a woman, a good reputation is what matters most.”

Tan Yingjun turned to Shen Zhijiu, her words laced with implication. “Xiao Shen, marrying Mingyuan is indeed a stroke of luck for you. You should cherish it. Now that you’re finally married, live a proper life—no more flitting about.”

Zhijiu met her gaze steadily. “Auntie Tan, did you hear that from Shen Liya? Or haven’t you heard yet—Shen Liya’s been arrested for kidnapping?”

“What?!” Tan Yingjun jolted to her feet. “Who did you say was arrested?”

Zhijiu enunciated clearly. “Shen Liya. Your daughter-in-law.“

Tan Yingjun waved her hands dismissively. “Impossible! You’re lying!”

“Auntie Tan, what happened to me back then was directly tied to Shen Liya. This time, the investigation will make everything clear, and she will be charged. So you shouldn’t believe her words—or spread them around.”

“Otherwise, people might think you were involved too. Wouldn’t want you hauled in for questioning as well.”

“And one more thing—remember this: I was the victim in that incident. The person who deserves condemnation is Shen Liya, not me.”

Cornered, Tan Yingjun turned her fury on Wan Jiayin. “Lao Wan, is this how your family treats guests? What a fine daughter-in-law and in-laws you’ve found!”

“Uninvited guests aren’t guests at all. Besides, the Yue family’s way has always been clear: We don’t take slights lying down. If someone picks a fight, we return the favor.”

“Xiao Tan, for once, you’re actually right. My daughter-in-law and in-laws are wonderful—just like us Yues. Truly, like attracts like; the right person marries into the right family.”

Wan Jiayin tilted her chin toward Tan Yingjun. “Shouldn’t you hurry to visit your daughter-in-law and in-laws? All three of them are sitting in a jail cell right now—the whole family, together in perfect harmony.”

“My Chen Can is divorcing that Shen Liya soon. She’s no longer my daughter-in-law, and Shen Daqiang and Wang Fengqin are no longer my in-laws. That family has nothing to do with us.”

Tan Yingjun crossed her legs and glanced at the woven bags by the door. “Oh? What’s this? We don’t have any country relatives, so it’s been ages since I’ve seen such rustic things.”

“Well, elder sister, today’s your lucky day! You’ll finally get to see what us country folk have to offer.”

Li Shuying walked over and opened the first bag, scooping up a handful of plump, glistening rice grains. “This is rice from our farm—fragrant beyond compare.”

“Rice all tastes the same,” Tan Yingjun scoffed. “How fragrant could it be?”

“It’s so delicious—the best rice I’ve ever eaten!”

Huo Jiusi, who had just come downstairs, plopped next to Huo Yingnian. “Grandpa, is this the kind of rice you told me about? The one grown in black soil?”

“Exactly.”

“High yield, premium quality—not only enough for our own people, but also for export.”

Huo Yingnian looked at Ye Yunlin. “Our nation’s food surplus owes much to folks like you. If not for the determined youth who volunteered to reclaim the Great Northern Wilderness back then, many would still go hungry today.”

“You’ve spent your youth building a new era.”

Ye Yunlin sat tall, his gaze resolute. “To dedicate my youth to my country and its people—I have no regrets.”

“No regrets—what a sentiment!”

Yue Guohuai smacked a fist into his palm and grinned at Yunlin. “Yunlin, we must share a drink later.”

Concerned for Yue Guohuai’s health, Yunlin demurred. “Brother Yue, I’m a lightweight—one cup and I’m out. Maybe we should stick to tea?”

“Perfect timing—I’ve just acquired a fine tin of Dahongpao. We’ll toast with tea instead!”

Huo Yingnian patted Jiusi. “Go fetch Grandpa’s Dahongpao from the study.”

“On it!” Jiusi dashed off.

“Sister Wan, Zhijiu mentioned your knees bother you in winter. I made you a pair of sable fur knee pads.”

Li Shuying handed them over, and Wan Jiayin immediately recognized the luxurious purple sable fur. Testing them against her knees, she beamed at Yue Guohuai. “Lao Yue, they’re so warm—this winter won’t be miserable anymore!”

Folding the pads carefully, Wan Jiayin clasped Li Shuying’s hand and glanced at Zhijiu. “Shuying, Zhijiu—this means more to me than gold.”

“I’m just glad you like them. We country folk don’t have much to offer—just what we grow and forage ourselves.”

“Brother Yue, this is for you.” Ye Yunlin passed a box to Yue Guohuai.

Inside lay a wild ginseng root—already shaped like a human figure.

“That ginseng must be at least five hundred years old?” Huo Yingnian asked.

Yunlin shook his head. “I’m no expert, but an old friend gifted it to me.”

“I also brought some local herbs and mountain goods. Nothing valuable—just a token of our hearts.”

Exchanging a glance with Li Shuying, Yunlin’s gaze settled on Zhijiu. “I failed to protect my little sister… and couldn’t take proper care of Zhijiu either. Now that she’s married into your family, and you treat her with such love and respect—I can’t thank you enough.”

“Second Uncle…” Zhijiu’s eyes welled up.

Yue Guohuai’s voice was solemn. “Yunlin, Shuying—we have a daughter too. We understand. Rest assured, we’ll always cherish Zhijiu. We won’t let you down.”

“We’re family now. No need for formalities. From this day forward—we stand together, through thick and thin.”