Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 17

Shen Zhiqiu stared in shock at Ye Yunlin and Li Shuying. “Uncle, Aunt… you sent me money?”

“Yes, your uncle and I sent you seasonal clothes and money every quarter.”

From Shen Zhiqiu’s reaction, Li Shuying immediately realized that neither the clothes nor the money had ever reached her. It was obvious who had taken them.

“That wretched Shen Daqiang and that troublemaking wife of his! How dare they steal from a child!”

Shen Zhiqiu suddenly remembered her childhood—how Shen Liya always had new clothes while she didn’t. Back then, she didn’t understand and would ask for some too, only to be scolded and beaten by Shen Daqiang for being “selfish.”

Wang Fengqin claimed the clothes were bought by her own family for Shen Liya, but something always felt off. The clothes never fit Shen Liya properly—they were always too big, as if they were meant for someone taller.

Shen Zhiqiu had always been half a head taller than Shen Liya, so the clothes were exactly one size larger than what Shen Liya wore.

Now she knew the truth—those clothes were never Shen Liya’s. They were hers!

“We’ll settle this with them later,” Ye Yunlin said, patting Shen Zhiqiu’s shoulder. “Right now, your priority is to recover. Don’t let anger affect your health, understand?”

His younger sister, Ye Yunshuang, had died from complications after childbirth. The last thing he wanted was for Shen Zhiqiu to suffer the same fate.

That’s why, the moment Yue Mingyuan called, he and his family rushed over without hesitation.

“Uncle, I know. Don’t worry.”

Shen Zhiqiu turned to look at Ya Ya. From now on, she wasn’t just living for herself—she had a new responsibility. She knew what truly mattered.

As for Wang Fengqin, Shen Daqiang, and Shen Liya’s schemes? She saw right through them. She wouldn’t let them win.

“Uncle, Aunt, Jiawen, Xiaowu—you have to stay longer this time.”

Shen Zhiqiu held Li Shuying’s hand in one of hers and Ye Jiawen’s in the other. Seeing her uncle’s family again filled her with joy.

Even after years apart, real family bonds never faded.

“Zhiqiu, we’d love to, but your uncle can’t stay away from work too long,” Li Shuying said, gently stroking Shen Zhiqiu’s hair. Her gaze was just as tender as when she looked at Ye Jiawen.

“You’ve suffered all these years. But at least you’ve married a good man.”

Li Shuying wasn’t one to boast, but when it came to judging men, she was never wrong.

“Yue Mingyuan is far better than that Chen Can.”

“Exactly! Yue Mingyuan is way better than Chen Can!” Ye Jiawen scowled at the mention of Chen Can. “A man who changes his heart so easily is trash!”

She had been away on assignment when Shen Liya got married—otherwise, she would’ve stormed the wedding and made a scene to avenge Shen Zhiqiu.

“Enough about that scum.” Ye Jiawen’s face brightened as she squeezed Shen Zhiqiu’s hand excitedly.

“Zhiqiu, I have great news! I got accepted into Guohua University’s graduate program!”

“Jiawen! That’s amazing!” Shen Zhiqiu threw her arms around Ye Jiawen in excitement.

If not for her condition, she would’ve spun her around and jumped for joy.

But what thrilled her even more was: “Jiawen, does this mean you’ll be staying in Guojing?”

“Yep!” Ye Jiawen nodded vigorously.

“This is wonderful!” Shen Zhiqiu’s eyes welled up with happy tears.

She and Ye Jiawen had always been close. After her mother passed, they kept in touch through letters—until one day, Ye Jiawen stopped replying. Slowly, their connection faded.

That had always been a thorn in Shen Zhiqiu’s heart. If Shen Daqiang and Wang Fengqin could steal her clothes and money, could they have also tampered with her letters?

“Jiawen, do you remember our letters?”

Shen Zhiqiu believed the best way to clear misunderstandings was to ask directly.

“Of course!” Ye Jiawen’s expression turned somber. “But then you stopped writing back.”

“I did reply. I just never got your responses.”

“I replied too!”

Ye Jiawen quickly realized what had happened. She pointed at Shen Zhiqiu, then at herself.

“Our letters were hidden.”

“I kept writing for two years after I stopped hearing from you.”

“I wrote to you too, even after I joined the cultural troupe.”

If letters from home never reached her, surely the ones from the troupe should have—unless…

Shen Liya!

They shared a dorm. She must’ve stolen them!

“This is too much!” Ye Jiawen clenched her fists, slamming them onto the bed in frustration.

She had held back her anger over her withheld wages and stolen money—but messing with their letters? That was the last straw.

They had tried to isolate her, to cut her off from everyone who cared.

Thankfully, her uncle’s family never forgot her. But what if they had? What if they’d given up on her because of those missing letters?

She would’ve been left with no one.

“Zhiqiu, we’re family. Real family doesn’t drift apart, no matter what.”

Ye Jiawen hugged Shen Zhiqiu tightly, gently patting her back.

“Even if we never got each other’s letters—even if we never saw each other again—we’d still be sisters.”

“Jiawen…” Shen Zhiqiu hugged her back just as tightly.

[Big Sis Jiawen is a true sister, unlike that ugly Shen Liya, who pretended to be a friend while stabbing people in the back.]

Ya Ya puffed her cheeks, shaking her tiny fists. She looked at Ye Jiawen with deep sympathy.

[But poor Big Sis… Her so-called mentor, Lu Changcun, is a monster. He drugged and assaulted her, then claimed she seduced him!]

[She’s meeting him tomorrow—she mustn’t choose him as her advisor!]

Ya Ya waved her fists anxiously.

In her past life, Ye Jiawen had been the one to help Shen Zhiqiu recover after Ya Ya’s death.

Ye Jiawen trusted Lu Changcun completely—only for him to steal her thesis and publish it under his name.

He reaped fame and fortune from it.

When Ye Jiawen confronted him, he drugged her water and violated her while she was unconscious.

She went to the police, but without proper evidence and delayed action, the case went nowhere.

Lu Changcun twisted the story, accusing her of trying to seduce him for academic favors.