Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute-Chapter 58 - Xiaocui in a Previous Life

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Xiaocui in a Previous Life

Chapter 58 -58: Xiaocui in a Previous Life

Is there even a need to inquire? They were neighbors, and she knew the affairs of Liu Da-Niang’s family better than anyone else.

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In her previous life, Xu Haiyang was set up with Liu Da-Niang’s second daughter, Erni. They had both agreed to the marriage. Later, for some unknown reason, Erni adamantly refused to marry.

The date had been set, and a hundred yuan for the bride price had been received. Liu Da-Niang and her husband pondered the situation and decided to discuss with the Xu Family about marrying off their third daughter, Xiaocui, instead.

Xiaocui was not as beautiful as Erni, so naturally, Haiyang was unwilling. But he ultimately couldn’t stand up to his family’s pressure and agreed.

After marrying Haiyang, his true nature revealed itself—idle and lazy, prone to gambling, and an abuser, similar to what she had endured in her previous life. Unfortunately, Xiaocui wasn’t as strong as her.

In the fifth year of their marriage, Xiaocui left behind two children and committed suicide by drinking pesticide. She was only twenty-four years old at the time of her death.

Liu Da-Niang’s family caused a fuss at the Xu Family for a while, but after that, the matter was dropped. Overcome with grief, Liu Da-Niang’s mental health deteriorated from then on.

These were things that Shen Mianmian naturally couldn’t talk about openly. So she simply nodded along with Liu Da-Niang’s words.

“Then I’ll ask about it tomorrow.”

Liu Da-Niang reminded her joyfully, “Don’t you forget, all right?”

“I won’t.”

The Liu family was not bad, so she decided to give them a reminder. However, the specifics were still up to Liu Da-Niang’s own decision.

After sending Liu Da-Niang off, Shen Mianmian went to the kitchen. She shook the thermos, which still contained a full bottle of hot water. Taking advantage of the absence of Zhou Lanfang and her nephew, she stealthily made herself a bowl of malted milk.

It tasted sweet and was especially delicious.

In her former life, she endured a lifetime of hardships, never eating or dressing well. Having been granted a second chance, she was determined to reclaim the life she had lost.

After finishing the malted milk, Shen Mianmian washed the bowl effortlessly. Just as she stepped out of the kitchen, she bumped into Zhou Siyu, who had just returned from outside.

“What were you doing in the kitchen?”

Zhou Siyu eyed Shen Mianmian with suspicion. This girl alone in the kitchen—she couldn’t have been sneaking food, could she?

“Drinking water.”

Shen Mianmian dropped three words and walked past her to go back to her room.

Zhou Siyu inspected the kitchen for a while. Noticing that only some water from the thermos was missing and nothing else seemed out of place, she believed Shen Mianmian’s words.

Upon entering the room and seeing Shen Mianmian reading a book, a trace of mockery appeared in her eyes. A poor student pretending to read—could she even understand it?

Catching sight of the book in Shen Mianmian’s hands, which bore He Nan’s name, Siyu felt uncomfortable again.

“Sister, that TV show is really good. Aren’t you going to watch it?”

“I’m not,” Shen Mianmian said, her head down, focused on her book and not bothering to look up.

“Actually, reading requires talent too. It’s not useful just to look at books more,” she implied that Shen Mianmian was not cut out for studying.

This time Shen Mianmian didn’t make a peep, not even willing to give her a perfunctory response.

Zhou Siyu found it boring and, thinking about the TV show, she didn’t bother Shen Mianmian any further.

Actually, she had come back just to check whether Shen Mianmian was at home and if she had been eating secretly on her own again.

The aunt and niece watched TV so intently that they only returned when someone else started to prepare dinner and turned off the TV. They came back to eat their dinner and right after throwing down their chopsticks, they rushed off to watch TV at someone else’s house.

Shen Mianmian took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to clean up. Before she could finish, she heard the aunt and niece returning with curses and complaints.