Zhou Siyu went out and watched TV at Zhang Changfa’s house.
She didn’t return with Shen Jianhua and Zhou Lanfang until dinner time. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥
She had long prepared herself for Shen Mianmian causing trouble and had already thought of a set of excuses in her mind.
When the three of them got home, they saw Shen Mianmian sitting in the main room mending a new piece of clothing.
Shen Jianhua felt it was strange, "Mianmian, isn’t this a new dress? You haven’t worn it yet, so why are you sewing it up?"
Could it be that when they were not at home, Shen Mianmian tried on the clothes and tore them?
Before Shen Mianmian could answer, Zhou Lanfang glared and snapped, "She’s just acting up."
Seeing this wild child made her blood boil.
Zhou Siyu’s provocative gaze turned to Shen Mianmian.
As their eyes met, she curled her lips into a smug smile.
She was the one who did it. If you can, tell your uncle! Let’s see whom Uncle believes.
Just when Zhou Siyu thought Shen Mianmian was about to explode and complain, Shen Mianmian pouted with a mix of grievance and magnanimity, "Dad, Siyu came back to look for something earlier and accidentally spilled ink on the dress. It’s probably not washable, but it’s okay, I’ve already thought of a way to fix it."
Smiling, she stood up and showed her handiwork to Shen Jianhua, "Dad, look, I patched up a small bear pattern over it. Now you can’t see the ink anymore, and it looks even prettier than before."
If Shen Mianmian had made a fuss and cried, it would have made Shen Jianhua feel annoyed, accusing her of making a big deal out of nothing.
He might even have doubted whether Zhou Siyu was to blame.
But her appearance of being wronged yet gracious made Shen Jianhua feel that she was sensible and it tugged at his heartstrings.
He frowned and couldn’t help but scold Zhou Siyu, "Siyu, how could you be so careless?"
This dress was quite expensive.
It’s a real pity it got ink on it before it was even worn. No wonder my girl didn’t watch TV but was mending her dress at home.
Contrary to what she had expected, Zhou Siyu found that she couldn’t use any of the excuses she had prepared.
She wanted to explain, but Zhou Lanfang interrupted her furiously.
"So what if a little ink got on it? What does it matter? Can’t she wear it just the same?"
If it were her Siyu’s clothes, even if a whole bottle of ink was spilled on them, it wouldn’t matter.
A sly smile flickered in Shen Mianmian’s eyes.
Sometimes her mother’s protection of Siyu was actually quite useful.
Like now, wasn’t it just confirming Zhou Siyu’s guilt?
Seeing Zhou Siyu’s well-laid plans go to waste was truly gratifying.
"Mom, I didn’t say anything, did I? You really need to defend Siyu like that? She ruined my clothes, and I haven’t blamed her."
"You..." Zhou Lanfang was left speechless, struggling to form a complete sentence.
Feeling that Zhou Lanfang and Zhou Siyu were in the wrong, Shen Jianhua didn’t want to argue during the festivities, so he urged Zhou Lanfang, "Look at the time now, go cook dinner!"
Having no grounds to argue, Zhou Lanfang smartly didn’t continue to make a scene.
She glared at Shen Mianmian, "Come and help me light the fire."
"Mianmian is mending clothes, I’ll go!"
Shen Jianhua followed Zhou Lanfang to the kitchen.
That left Shen Mianmian and Zhou Siyu alone in the room, with Zhou Siyu so angry that she was about to explode.
The trap she had carefully set had crumbled.
She never got the chance to speak from beginning to end.
The award for being wronged and the good person award all went to Shen Mianmian.
Shen Mianmian saw all of Zhou Siyu’s emotions and walked up to her, abandoning the wronged and understanding demeanor, and warned coldly,
"If there’s a next time, I’ll snip your hair off while you’re asleep."