Jiang Changhai raised his eyebrows in surprise, wondering how the old lady hadn’t finished the candy after so long.
So he said, "Mom, you should hurry and eat the candy, otherwise it’ll spoil."
Zhang Guihua dismissed the concern, "How could candy spoil."
As she spoke, she stuffed the candy into Mianmian’s pocket, her eyes full of tender love, "San Ya, keep these candies for yourself to eat. Don’t give any to your dad."
"Mm, got it, Granny," Mianmian dared not really put the candy in her pocket—nowadays it was so hot that the candy was already melting a bit.
Jiang Changhai watched his daughter’s status in the old lady’s heart soar dramatically, and felt quite proud.
See, his daughter was just that likable. She even won over his mother, who was so biased toward boys.
And Sun Lixia, upon seeing the old lady giving candy solely to Mianmian and no longer as before,
believed that this niece would undoubtedly be the most promising and capable among the younger generation. Her own two sons would rely on Mianmian’s help in the future.
Therefore, it was only right to let her enjoy more treats.
Even Jiang Dashan, who was usually quiet and reserved, seemed unmistakably excited at this moment.
"San Ya, Grandpa really didn’t misjudge you, you are indeed the smartest child in our family. Thank the ancestors for their blessings, for letting the Old Jiang Family produce a scholar."
Jiang Changhai shook his head, "Dad, what you said is not quite right. Our Mianmian isn’t just any scholar—look at her, always ranking first in every exam. If this were in the olden days, she would be the top scholar!"
The villagers also looked incredibly happy, boasting about having a promising youngster in their village would bring them face when they went out.
"Dad, Mom, there’s another piece of good news I forgot to tell you. Yesterday, Director Wang also said that in a few days they’re going to hold an award ceremony for Mianmian. At that time, not only the commune primary school and commune will give Mianmian a scholarship but even the town will give her one."
"Really? That’s fantastic. Mianmian getting three scholarships—oh, my dear granddaughter, you really have done very well," Zhang Guihua was overjoyed at the mention of the money, her smile stretching from ear to ear.
The villagers joined in the praise.
"This child, San Ya, she’s destined to attract wealth. Look at how much money she’s made for your family since she started school. It’s truly enviable."
"Isn’t that the truth! My kids only know how to spend money at school; when have they ever brought any back home? It’s simply incomparable."
"Now that San Ya is so accomplished, the future of the Old Jiang Family is promising. You truly have good fortune, with endless happiness to come."
Zhaodi listened to everyone’s compliments, feeling so aggrieved she nearly vomited blood.
Why does God treat me ? Since you chose to let me be reborn, why did you let San Ya be reborn as well?
If San Ya is reborn, you shouldn’t have let me be reborn!
Ever since she found out that Jiang Mianmian was reborn, Zhaodi had trouble eating and sleeping, consumed by this fact every day.
San Ya was reborn and knew everything that had happened in the previous life, which meant all her previous plans were now impossible to carry out.
All the advantages she once had were no longer hers alone.
The ginseng she planned to dig up—San Ya knew about it even better than her!
The man she wanted to marry—San Ya understood him more!
If nothing is going to change, what on earth was the point of giving her a chance to start over?!