Chiang Baoguo glanced at her, his gaze softening, "No need, Caijiao, Dad bought you a new dress. Try it on later."
"Really? For me?" Chiang Caijiao was both shocked and delighted, her voice faltering.
She was getting new clothes?
It should be noted that her clothes used to be her aunt’s old ones, taken apart and refashioned!
Ho Laidi also came out, and her face fell upon hearing this, "A loss-making commodity, why buy her new clothes? Isn’t that just wasting money?"
Chiang Caijiao’s eyes immediately reddened, and she couldn’t help but glance at Chiang Xiao.
Chiang Xiao, despite having no expression, seemed in Chiang Caijiao’s eyes to be mocking her, taking pleasure in her misfortune.
She bit her lower lip.
Actually, Chiang Xiao really couldn’t stand Ho Laidi’s way of speaking, but after all, it was a matter of the Old Chiang Family, and she preferred not to interject about anyone.
But what did Chiang Caijiao mean by looking at her that way?
"Mother, Caijiao will also be ten after the New Year. Buying her a piece of clothing isn’t a big deal. Also, I’ve seen Yuequn on this trip."
Chiang Yuequn was the apple of Ho Laidi’s eye.
The moment she heard him mention Chiang Yuequn, Ho Laidi’s face instantly brightened, and she stopped caring about Chiang Caijiao’s new dress, eagerly asking, "You saw him? How is he? Did he lose weight? Is anyone bullying him at school? Does he have enough money?"
She bombarded him with questions about Chiang Yuequn, a fervor to which even Chiang Xiao had become accustomed.
In any case, whenever Chiang Baoguo came back from the provincial capital after seeing Chiang Yuequn, Ho Laidi always reacted .
Song Xiyun curled her lips, "How could he be anything but fine? Our family sends him money every month, the bulk of our money is spent on him, how could he not be fine?"
"What are you saying? What’s that tone for? Are you unhappy with it?" Ho Laidi snapped at her, pointing and scolding, "Are you saying you don’t want to send Yuequn money anymore? Our family’s future depends on Yuequn. He’ll be a city person in the future, what do you know? Even if Dongdong grows up, having an uncle in the provincial capital will help, won’t it? You ungrateful wretch!"
Song Xiyun immediately fell silent.
In fact, she thought the same way—if Chiang Yuequn could manage to stay in the provincial capital after graduation, their family would have a relative in the city, they could go see the world a bit, and besides, having an uncle in the city to help Dongdong in the future would be perfect.
She always kept this in mind, it was just that upon hearing Ho Laidi ask, she couldn’t help feeling a little sour.
Chiang Yuequn was really too spendthrift in the city! They sent him forty dollars a month, yet he still wrote letters from time to time, saying it wasn’t enough.
Chiang Baoguo frowned, glanced at his wife, and took down the trunk, which was evidently quite heavy. Ho Laidi glared at Chiang Xiao and kicked Song Xiyun, "Don’t be so lazy! Can’t you see your husband struggling to carry it and not help? If it weren’t for my hand getting hurt by that damned demon, would I be standing around so foolishly?"
Chiang Xiao was enjoying the commotion, but when she heard this pointed remark, she burst into laughter.
"Auntie, does your arm still hurt? My bad, I didn’t control my strength that day. Should I rub it for you?"
"Don’t come over here!" Ho Laidi exclaimed, jumping away.
Chiang Xiao squinted her eyes, unable to stifle her laughter.