After going back and forth for a while, Zhou Lanfang finally realized that Shen Jianhua simply didn’t want to be the bad guy.
"Jianhua, this is easy to handle, as long as you’re with me on this. You can continue to play the good guy in front of her, and I’ll play the villain."
After all, she didn’t need to rely on Shen Mianmian for support; she had Siyu.
Feeling his intentions exposed by his wife left Shen Jianhua somewhat shame-faced, but since the conversation had reached this point, he didn’t deny it, "Just don’t go too far. Mianmian is a sensible child. Even without schooling, she will still make something of herself."
"I haven’t seen it at all, where she’s supposed to be sensible." Knowing that he wasn’t entirely on the side of the underdog, Zhou Lanfang felt relieved. When she mentioned Shen Mianmian, she wasn’t grinding her teeth in anger anymore.
"You’re just biased against her," sighed Shen Jianhua. He just didn’t understand why his wife disliked their daughter so much.
"Isn’t that because of you?" Zhou Lanfang reproached, "If you had shared what was on your mind with me earlier, would I have worried in vain for so long?"
If she had known earlier that her husband never intended to let the wild seed go to college, she wouldn’t have had to resort to all those little tricks day after day.
"What do you expect me to say?" Shen Jianhua was somewhat at a loss for words.
Even he looked down on such selfish thoughts; how could he express them to someone else?
If it weren’t for things having come to this, he still wouldn’t want to reveal his true feelings.
Zhou Lanfang curled her lips in disdain, "You! You want to play the saint but act like a scoundrel." She had to play the role of the villain entirely by herself.
"What are you talking about?" Shen Jianhua found his wife’s words unpleasant.
"I’m uneducated, so that’s just how I speak." Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥
Shen Jianhua couldn’t be bothered to argue with her anymore. "Do you have any good ideas?"
He had thought long and hard but couldn’t come up with a way that would prevent Shen Mianmian from hating them while also keeping her from attending high school.
"Isn’t that simple?" Zhou Lanfang’s lips formed a smug, villainous smile, "If she fails to get into high school on her own, then it’s not our fault."
"She’s currently first in three subjects." With such grades, if she can’t get into high school, hardly anyone in the whole school could.
"Not only can I make her fail, but I can even make her score zero."
Zhou Lanfang bent down, whispered her idea to Shen Jianhua, and as he listened, his expression grew heavier. He had to admit, Zhou Lanfang’s method was indeed good.
Still, he felt some guilt, though without any real objection.
At worst, they would find Mianmian a decent son-in-law in the future. He was still young, and after Siyu finished college, he could still make money for a few more years.
With the whole family working hard together and renovating the house, their lives would be no worse than those living in the city.
Although city dwellers live well, they don’t have land; they don’t have the security that they do.
Thinking this, Shen Jianhua’s heart felt a bit more at ease, believing that he hadn’t wronged Shen Mianmian in any way.
Outside the kitchen, Zhou Siyu overheard every word of their conversation clearly, and the smile on her face just wouldn’t stop.
So, her uncle had never intended to let Shen Mianmian attend college; he had always planned to provide for her instead.
If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have needed to use so many scheming tactics.
This revelation was like winning a multi-million-dollar lottery for Zhou Siyu. After beaming with joy at the doorway for a while, she composed herself and entered the kitchen.
Pretending to have just noticed that Shen Jianhua had come home, her face lit up with joy, "Uncle, you’re back?"