Shen Mianmian watched them with a mischievous smile forming at the corner of her mouth, and then, with an innocent look, she turned to Shen Jianhua and asked, "Dad, does Mom talk in her sleep at night? I was kind of groggy, but I think I heard her talking."
Zhou Siyu glared at Shen Mianmian in secret, wondering how she hadn’t heard any of that?
Last night, Shen Mianmian had slept like a log—how could she have heard anything?
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhou Lanfang’s face turned bright red at the thought that the stirrings in the room had been overheard by the two children; she was usually unreasonable.
The weather was cold at night, and the children went to bed early, so she never expected that noise from their room could be heard, causing Zhou Siyu to lose sleep over it.
If this got out, the whole village would laugh at them.
"I’m not talking nonsense, I really heard it, and Siyu did too. That’s why she couldn’t sleep."
Zhou Siyu wanted to explain, but Zhou Lanfang, red-faced with embarrassment and anger, didn’t let her get a word in.
"You say you heard it, so what did you hear, what did I say?"
That damned girl—if she dared to spill it, Zhou Lanfang would strangle her.
Shen Jianhua’s face was already flushed with embarrassment. What parent wouldn’t feel shame having such things overheard by their daughter, let alone have her speak about it? What was she supposed to say?
If this were openly spoken about, would they have any face left?
He was a bit frustrated with his wife for not being more careful. He had reminded her to keep her voice down last night, yet she had insisted the child was sleeping soundly, so it didn’t matter.
"Hurry up and eat, then go to school."
After speaking, Shen Jianhua glanced at Zhou Siyu, his expression even more unnatural.
Shen Mianmian had slept deeply last night, barely overhearing anything in her drowsiness, so it wasn’t a big deal, but Zhou Siyu had suffered from insomnia—probably...
He didn’t know how much the child understood, but he would need to let his wife find time to probe her niece’s thoughts.
Zhou Siyu looked dejected. Even now, she didn’t understand why Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua had suddenly turned red-faced.
Seeing Shen Jianhua’s poor complexion, she dared not ask further. She ate her meal and then left for school with Shen Mianmian.
Before they left, Zhou Lanfang wrapped a scarf tightly around Zhou Siyu’s neck and face.
"It’s cold today, wrap up warm so you won’t catch a cold. Make sure to get good grades."
Glancing at Shen Mianmian, who was looking demure and uncompetitive, Shen Jianhua frowned, "Don’t you have another scarf? Wrap one around Mianmian as well."
Zhou Lanfang replied irritably, "She’s already wearing a military coat, what does she need a scarf for?"
That scarf she didn’t even like to wear at home herself; Shen Mianmian wanted to wear it—why don’t she just go to heaven?
"Dad, I’m not cold," Shen Mianmian said indifferently.
Since her rebirth, she had never expected to get even a bit of warmth from Zhou Lanfang.
Shen Jianhua saw that Shen Mianmian was indeed well bundled up and said no more. He escorted them to the village entrance, and Zhou Siyu, wanting to show off in front of him, reluctantly carried Shen Mianmian, but inside, she was planning to ditch her halfway.
Maybe heaven heard Zhou Siyu’s inner cries because they were stopped on their way not long after leaving the village.
"Shen Mianmian, right? I’ve got some things to ask you," said Matchmaker Li, clutching the handlebars of her bicycle and pulling a long face as if itching for a quarrel.
There was a heavy fog on the early winter morning, reducing visibility to only two or three meters. Consequently, Zhou Siyu was not riding her bike fast, which gave Matchmaker Li the chance to catch the bicycle. Check latest chapters at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽