By the time the woman thought it through and chased after her, there wasn’t a trace of a person outside.
The lady of the house asked the neighbors left and right, but they all said they hadn’t seen any unfamiliar faces.
That night, bad news arrived, her man had an accident and died, and it was not long after the old woman had come to ask for shoes.
Some said that shoes carried evil spirits, and to send shoes was to send evil.
The couple was known to be good people, and the old woman had intended to take away their misfortune.
But the lady of the house didn’t understand this, and by rejecting the old woman, tragedy struck.
Lin Chunju had not taken it to heart when her mother told her the story, merely listening to it as just a story.
But ever since they had Qingqing, a child with such unusual abilities, Lin Chunju slowly started to feel that many stories were not without foundation.
Qingqing rarely did things without meaning, and Jiannan’s pair of shoes were new.
There must have been a reason for washing them.
With things having come this far, Yue Qingqing could no longer play ignorant and clung to her grandmother.
"Nothing gets past your eyes."
Lin Chunju embraced the child in her arms, affectionately touching the little one’s cheek.
"Our Yue family must all have been good people in our past lives, otherwise, why would you have come to our family?"
"To be Grandma’s granddaughter is my good fortune as well."
After mutual flattery between the two, Lin Chunju was no longer worried about Jiannan’s visit to his father-in-law’s home.
She was completely calm, but others were starting to get restless.
Especially since Jiannan still hadn’t returned by evening, Xiaofang was getting anxious.
"Should we give Yushan’s family a call?"
Jiandong was also puzzled.
Having a daughter himself, he empathized, thinking maybe the other side did not think much of Jiannan.
How could they keep him so late?
In the midst of everyone’s anxious waiting, Jiannan came back drunk.
As the driver helped him upstairs, Jiannan was flailing his hands in the air and, with blurry drunken eyes, patted the driver on the shoulder.
"Lin Uncle, don’t worry, I... I’ll definitely be good to Yushan, really, I’ll definitely... burp... treat her well."
Chunju opened the door, pinching her nose, "How much did you drink, reeking of alcohol? Jiandong, carry him back to his room."
As Jiandong carried Jiannan in, Jiannan kept shouting.
"Not drunk, really not drunk, I can still drink."
Xiaofang let go of her worries but couldn’t help scolding, "Getting this drunk the first time you meet your father-in-law, you can’t even recognize your way home, Jiannan. Usually so clever, how could you lose your wits at such a time."
This kind of behavior was sure to leave an impression of instability.
It wasn’t until noon the next day that Jiannan sobered up, feeling like his bladder was about to explode, and the first thing he did upon waking was to look for the toilet.
He bumped into the door.
"Ouch, my head hurts..." It took Jiannan a great effort to finish washing up, collapsing on the sofa without the strength to even eat.
Chunju scolded, "How much did you drink last night? I heard you causing a ruckus in the middle of the night, too."
Barely sitting up, Jiannan answered his mother’s question, "I think Uncle Lin and I finished almost a bottle of baijiu."
"Drinking that much, you..."
Before Chunju could scold him further, Jiannan quickly defended himself, "It’s not that I wanted to get my father-in-law drunk, it was Uncle Lin’s shock liquor. You don’t know, I saved Uncle Lin’s life yesterday."
Hearing the key phrase, everyone in the family crowded around.
"Wasn’t it just a visit? How did it turn into saving a life?"
"Did something happen yesterday, what’s the situation?"
A barrage of questions rained down on Jiannan as he clutched his hangover-ridden head.
"Stop asking, my head hurts, I’ll tell you slowly..."