The two sat down at the dining table, and Xiu Min looked around to see that no one had started eating yet. She smiled and said, "You all hurry up and eat! I just went to change the baby’s diaper with Shiping."
Everyone knew it wasn’t really about changing the baby’s diaper, but no one said it out loud.
This dinner, with the addition of Wan Dongcheng, wasn’t as harmonious as the last time, even though no one said anything.
After the meal, Shen Mianmian and He Nan didn’t rush to leave. They sat in the living room chatting with Li Julin. Li Yue didn’t offer to drive them home, and Wan Dongcheng had no choice but to sit stiffly on the sofa in the living room.
As everyone chatted, no one paid him any attention. At first, he was fine, but slowly his expression grew darker and darker.
From the moment he had entered the house till now, Li Julin hadn’t spoken a single word to him. When he called him Dad, Li Julin just responded with a terse "Hmm," his attitude extremely perfunctory. However, he treated Shen Mianmian very kindly.
Even He Nan treated Shen Mianmian differently. They both came from the countryside, but just because she was a girl with a pretty face, the difference was so huge. This made him feel very unbalanced inside.
What was most infuriating was that Shen Mianmian, this teenage girl, was also snobbish. She was all smiles and conversation with everyone in the room except him, hardly giving him a glance.
Li Shiping was watching his face, and noticing his displeased expression, deliberately tried to make conversation with him. He was clearly getting impatient, replying curtly at first and eventually bluntly saying,
"I’m listening to their conversation; don’t make a sound."
Li Shiping, helpless, could only close her mouth.
Li Julin gave him a stern look, making his heart flutter with unease. Though he disliked his father-in-law deeply, he was also somewhat afraid of Li Julin. As a professor, there was an authority about Li Julin that had built up over time.
As if glancing inadvertently, Li Julin’s gaze swept past Wan Dongcheng and settled on Shen Mianmian, his expression softening slightly, "Mianmian, about what I asked you to consider last time, how is your decision coming along?"
He didn’t explicitly state what it was about, but Shen Mianmian knew he was asking about her attending school at No. 3 Middle School.
Mentioning No. 3 Middle School, Li Julin might not be supportive, but Shen Mianmian still told the truth, "Uncle Li, I still want to study at No. 3 Middle School. Besides having slightly better teaching quality, No. 1 and No. 2 Middle Schools are not as suitable for me as No. 3 Middle School is."
Li Julin frowned, not very satisfied with this answer. After pondering for a while, he said, "If it has to be No. 3 Middle School, then so be it!"
Since she had her reasons for insisting on No. 3 Middle School, he didn’t want to force her.
"Your test scores were indeed very good, but don’t be complacent. In your studies, you cannot let up. The educational level of No. 3 Middle School is not up to that of No. 1 or No. 2 Middle School. Once you’re there, you must focus more on your studies. From now on, take Saturdays off and come here for a meal on Sundays."
At the mention of the meal, Li Yue immediately showed a mischievous smile. Others might not know why his father invited Shen Mianmian over for meals, but he knew. Orıginal content can be found at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥
The ideals he and his sister hadn’t achieved were now to be pursued through Little Mianmian.
"Okay," Shen Mianmian nodded obediently. She had caught the implication in Li Julin’s words. She loved learning, so she wasn’t afraid of studying at all. Being instructed by a good teacher was a blessing for her.
Although she learned things faster than others, she needed someone to teach her. Despite being the top student in the city and living through two lifetimes,
In reality, she didn’t have even a tenth of the knowledge Li Julin had. His professor title wasn’t for show.
In her previous life, he was over eighty, and there were still people seeking him out for lectures.