"I’m not going." After having her fill, Shen Mianmian put down her chopsticks, "Dad, after class tomorrow, I want to go take a shower directly."
There were only morning classes tomorrow, with the teacher mainly discussing some questions from the test papers, followed by waiting a few days to receive the report card.
Shen Jianhua breathed a sigh of relief; he was genuinely afraid that Shen Mianmian would want to go.
"Lanfang, give Mianmian the money after you finish eating."
"Nagging me over and over like it’s a matter of life and death, I’ll give it to you now." Zhou Lanfang was particularly agreeable this time, taking out fifty cents from her pocket and slapping it on the table. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
After the money was handed over, she wasn’t too comfortable inside and grumbled a few sentences, "Useless at everything, but first place in spending money. Siyu studies so well, yet doesn’t constantly ask for money."
"Siyu’s surname is Zhou."
Shen Mianmian retorted abruptly.
"What do you mean by that?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Lanfang immediately flared up.
"The literal meaning."
Shen Mianmian’s expression was cold.
"Sister... are you treating me like an outsider?" Zhou Siyu said, as if hurt, her eyes turning red in an instant.
"You little wretch, how old are you that you’ve learned to stir up trouble at home?" Seeing Zhou Siyu crying, Zhou Lanfang was incredibly distressed and slapped the top of Shen Mianmian’s head, "What’s wrong with Siyu being a Zhou? I’m also a Zhou."
"Why are you hitting the child?"
Shen Jianhua became angry, his voice immediately rising.
Shen Mianmian’s words were a bit too harsh, but no matter what, she was too old to be hit!
"Wasn’t I just provoked by her?" Zhou Lanfang saw that Shen Jianhua was really angry, and she backed down, "Besides, I didn’t hit her that hard, did I? It was just a smack. How much could it hurt?"
"My head’s been slapped silly by you." Shen Mianmian, changing from her previously cold manner, also had her eyes go red, tears falling like pearls, one after another, looking more aggrieved than Zhou Siyu.
Acting, who can’t do it?
"You little liar, do I not know how hard I hit you?" The child not only knew how to tattle but now also knew how to act, and she really hadn’t used much strength just now.
Shen Mianmian bit her lip and stayed silent, looking both wronged and pitiful.
Shen Jianhua watched with heartache, but this wasn’t such a big deal that it was worth arguing over.
He sighed, "Mianmian, Siyu, go inside and rest for a bit."
With the money in hand and the atmosphere now awkward, Shen Mianmian naturally didn’t want to stay in the living room watching Zhou Lanfang’s face, so she left decisively.
Zhou Siyu didn’t leave; her eyes red, she began to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, "Auntie, I’ll help you clear the table."
At this moment, Zhou Siyu and Zhou Lanfang were thinking alike, both wishing they could strangle Shen Mianmian. The pleasant atmosphere that had been difficult to come by was ruined by Shen Mianmian’s single sentence.
"It’s Siyu who understands, knowing how to care for me." Zhou Lanfang glared hatefully at Shen Mianmian’s retreating figure.
Shen Jianhua only felt a headache; in the past, Mianmian didn’t complain or talk much, and the atmosphere at home was quite harmonious. Now, she still didn’t talk much, but for some reason, the atmosphere just couldn’t be harmonious anymore.
But thinking about Siyu’s progress award, the slight unhappiness in his heart dissipated.
Zhou Siyu, carrying the bowls and chopsticks, followed Zhou Lanfang to the kitchen. Seeing that Shen Jianhua hadn’t followed, she somewhat petulantly threw the dishes into the basin.
"Auntie, I don’t want to go back, why do you insist on me going back? I want to stay here with you and Uncle."