Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 18

Because Lu Changcun was exceptionally skilled at maintaining appearances—and because he had a highly influential wife—the truth of the matter was completely twisted.

Lu Changcun walked free, while Auntie was not only expelled from the university but also became the target of public scorn.

To prove her innocence, Auntie chose to hang herself at the entrance of Lu Changcun’s office.

And Mom, devastated by Auntie’s death, suffered another severe emotional blow.

When Shen Zhiqiu overheard Yaya’s thoughts, she was shocked.

She quickly let go of Ye Jiawen and carefully asked, “Jiawen, have you chosen a thesis advisor yet?”

“Not yet, but there’s one professor I really admire. I reached out to meet him, and he actually agreed!” Ye Jiawen was practically glowing with excitement.

“Jiawen, what’s his name?” Shen Zhiqiu glanced at Yue Mingyuan. “Mingyuan’s brother-in-law is also a university professor—maybe he knows him.”

“Lu Changcun.”

Ye Jiawen pulled out a magazine from her bag, flipped to a specific page, and pointed at an article. “This is one of his published works. They say the writing reflects the man, and from his words, you can tell he’s a down-to-earth, principled scholar who truly serves the people. If Professor Lu agrees to be my advisor, I’d be over the moon!”

Shen Zhiqiu wanted to outright warn Ye Jiawen not to meet Lu Changcun tomorrow—but hearing her high praise and genuine admiration for him made the words stick in her throat.

Ye Jiawen was stubborn. Without solid evidence, she wouldn’t change her mind.

But Shen Zhiqiu couldn’t just say, “I heard my baby’s thoughts, and Lu Changcun is a bad person.” That would sound absurd, and Ye Jiawen would never believe her.

“Jiawen, if you meet Professor Lu tomorrow, does that mean you’ll officially become his student?” Shen Zhiqiu wasn’t familiar with the process and needed clarity.

“Oh, it doesn’t work that fast. Professor Lu will still interview other candidates. The final selection won’t be announced until about a month later.”

Ye Jiawen clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and prayed fervently, “Please, heaven, let me be chosen!”

A whole month? That gave Shen Zhiqiu enough time to act.

As soon as Ye Jiawen left, Shen Zhiqiu turned to Yue Mingyuan. “Mingyuan, could you ask your brother-in-law to look into Professor Lu Changcun’s background?”

“I already called him earlier. He’s heard of Professor Lu and… indirectly advised against Jiawen choosing him as her advisor.”

Yue Mingyuan handed Shen Zhiqiu a cup of warm brown sugar water—perfectly sweetened and at just the right temperature. She took it and asked, “Why?”

“He didn’t elaborate. If you want details, I can dig deeper. Since he doesn’t work at Guohua University, some things might be… sensitive for him to disclose.”

“Then please do. Thank you.” As she returned the cup, Shen Zhiqiu held Yue Mingyuan’s hand.

His eyes softened. “It’s no trouble.”

Yaya’s medical reports came back—perfectly healthy. Shen Zhiqiu’s condition was also stable, and she could be discharged anytime.

But Yue Guohuai, still uneasy, insisted they stay a little longer.

Three days later, Ye Yunlin, Li Shuying, and Ye Jiawu left the capital. The moment they were gone, Wang Fengqin showed up.

“Zhiqiu, how have you been these days?”

Without waiting for an answer, Wang Fengqin chirped on, “You look great! Your aunt must’ve taken such good care of you. Your complexion is glowing!”

“Honestly, your uncle and aunt left in such a hurry—they didn’t even visit us at home! Your dad’s been talking about your uncle nonstop lately.”

Shen Zhiqiu barely held back an eye roll. Wang Fengqin really had a talent for twisting the truth—turning black into white, death into life.

“Dad’s been talking about Uncle? More like cursing him.”

But she didn’t bother calling out the lie. She knew Wang Fengqin’s game.

Sure enough, after the small talk, Wang Fengqin sat beside her and sighed dramatically.

“Zhiqiu… Xiaoxiang hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for days. I’m so worried.”

Shen Zhiqiu stayed silent, letting Wang Fengqin monologue.

“Are you still upset about what happened the other day? It’s all my fault—I should’ve stopped Liya from bringing up your past. How could she say such things?”

She reached for Shen Zhiqiu’s hand, but Shen Zhiqiu coldly pulled away.

“I know you’re hurting. I’ve scolded Liya already, and I’ll make her apologize to you soon.”

“We’re family. There’s no grudge that can’t be forgiven, right? You’ve always been the kindest, most understanding person in our family.”

“Is that why you withheld my salary?” Shen Zhiqiu snapped, yanking her hand back.

“That wasn’t me!” Wang Fengqin feigned innocence, shifting blame to Shen Daqiang. “Go ask your dad—you know he makes all the decisions!”

“Don’t play dumb. I know you put him up to it!” Shen Zhiqiu’s voice turned sharp.

“Zhiqiu, I swear on my life, I didn’t!” Wang Fengqin raised three fingers toward the ceiling. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll swear an oath!”

“Then swear on Xiaoxiang’s life.”

Wang Fengqin had pulled this act before—fake vows Shen Zhiqiu used to fall for. But not this time.

“If you did manipulate Dad, then Xiaoxiang will—”

“Zhiqiu!” Wang Fengqin clutched her chest in exaggerated horror. “What has your aunt been telling you? How could you make me swear on my son’s life? He’s just a child! Your own brother!”

“If you want my life, take it! But don’t curse my son!”

She dropped to her knees, wailing—just as Shen Liya burst in with a crowd from the cultural troupe.

“SHEN ZHIQIU! How dare you bully my mom again?!”

“She wakes up before dawn to cook congee and fish soup for you! She stays up late sewing clothes for your daughter! What more do you want?!”

“So what if I said a few harsh words? You had your cousin slap me! Dad stood up for me, and then your uncle hit him! Your family is disgusting!”