Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1794 - 1795: Wealthy Family Eldest Branch’s Granddaughter 58

Chapter 1794: Chapter 1795: Wealthy Family Eldest Branch’s Granddaughter 58

Zhang Yu saw Zhang Fugui wiping his tears, but he didn’t soften. This old guy just remembered his early deceased son, which was a bit sad.

But this was just for a moment, deep down he was still cold-hearted. When he schemed against the original master, did he ever think that she was Zhang He’s only child?

"By the way, Grandpa, about the divorce in the novel, what do you think?" Zhang Yu always felt that Zhang Fugui’s relentless questioning about Zhang Hai’s divorce today had something fishy.

Zhang Fugui did not expect Zhang Yu to ask back. He was stunned for a moment, and with this question, "I’m old now, and your uncle is already a father. He can take responsibility for what he does."

Zhang Yu responded with an "Oh", making the old man a bit panicked, his gaze constantly shifting, avoiding the topic in every possible way.

Such obvious behavior, if there’s no issue, then one would have to be a fool. Could it be that these questions are meant for Zhang Yinghao to hear?

"Actually, Grandpa, you’re in favor of Uncle getting a divorce, right?" Zhang Yu dropped a bombshell directly.

Zhang Fugui initially affirmed it, then remembered his little grandson was there, and absolutely could not admit it, "Little Yu, what are you talking about? No father wants their child to divorce."

Zhang Yu responded with another "Oh," and raised a smile, "Today Yinghao came to talk to me, and we discussed a lot, analyzed a lot too."

"Grandpa, I can feel he actually doesn’t want Uncle and Aunt to divorce. Yes, Aunt did try to scheme against me, but after all, she did not succeed. I have opinions about her, but she treats Yinghao quite well."

"Moreover, at Uncle’s age, it’s impossible for him not to remarry. Would the new wife like Yinghao? She would probably want to have her own child."

"Whether it’s a daughter or a son, they’d want their child to get more."

"Yinghao would be a thorn in her side, even if you and Uncle protect him, there are places you can’t reach."

"With Aunt, things would be different. Maybe she would help the Zhang family and protect her mother’s family, but she still hopes Yinghao does better."

With caution, Zhang Yu saw Zhang Fugui’s face become awkward. Look, she knew that Zhang Fugui actually hoped Zhang Yutong would get out of the house, but he didn’t want to be the bad guy in front of Zhang Yinghao.

Zhang Yinghao was quietly sobbing in the corner. Yes, no matter how Zhang Yutong helped her family without bottom line, he hated it, but no matter how bad, she was his mother, and their interests aligned.

Recalling that he even thought Zhang Yu was not good earlier, he realized he wronged her. Yes, such a big issue as parents’ divorce, was it something she could stop?

The only one who could stop the father from divorcing was Grandpa. As long as he opposed their divorce, no matter Zhang Hai’s persistence, he would have to give up the idea in the end.

But Grandpa never advised them against it, let alone stopped it. He never did that. Now he somewhat understood why Zhang Yu comforted him so dryly.

Because she knew, no matter how unwilling he was, the result couldn’t be changed.

Zhang Fugui looked at Zhang Yu, nervously standing in front of him, feeling it so glaring. Really, he didn’t want to see this child.

He truly regretted calling her over, which put him in such an awkward situation, "Aren’t you going for a run?"

The old man knew that Zhang Yu went for a run every evening, and calculated the time, it must be time for her to go running.

Zhang Yu nodded, "Yes, if you hadn’t called me, I would have been almost done."

Hearing this, Zhang Fugui was amused, was this child blaming him, "Go for your run then."

Forget it, what is there to argue with a child? Zhang Fugui waved her off, and of course, she promptly left.

Passing by the kitchen, Zhang Yu said to the staff left in the kitchen, "Make me some supper. A sandwich and some fruit."

Then she went for her run. Youthfulness is wonderful. No matter how much she ate, with a bit of exercise, it would burn off quickly.

After running around the yard for half an hour, covered in sweat, she returned to her room. After showering in the bathroom and returning to her study, she found her supper already on the desk.

Eating while going through exam questions, she got up early the next morning for her run.

Zhang Fugui was doing Tai Chi in the yard, watching Zhang Yu running energetically, "Do high school seniors nowadays run every day?"

Isn’t it supposed to be relentless studying? Zhang Fugui mused, well, in the family, Fu Yun, who did well academically, was long past senior year, and those who went through senior year weren’t great in their academics.

"Miss Yu’s grades are quite good. If she maintains this pace, she can get into a good university." The steward used to slightly monitor Zhang Yu’s grades and naturally paid more attention now that Zhang Fugui was so concerned.

Zhang Fugui himself wasn’t academically inclined. The grades the steward spoke of left him bewildered, having no idea if they were good or bad.

The steward knew Zhang Fugui was clueless, so he reported a grade ranking, "She recently ranked in the top 100 in science in the monthly test."

Upon hearing this ranking, Zhang Fugui curled his lips, "Is this considered good?"

If it weren’t for the steward being with him all along, one would think he was bribed by Zhang Yu.

The steward knew to satisfy the old man, the grades needed to be in the top ten, like the little master.

But that’s really not comparable. Ranking in the top ten in middle school isn’t too difficult, but to be in the top ten in high school is hard, especially in Zhang Yu’s high school, considered among the better ones locally.

"In the last end-of-term exam, Miss Yu ranked in the top 150. This time she improved by about fifty ranks." The further up you go, the harder it is to improve, yet Zhang Yu achieved it.

An improvement of fifty ranks is "pretty impressive." Zhang Fugui remarked coldly. It sounded impressive, such progress, but that also meant her foundation was too weak before.

Seeing Zhang Fugui’s displeased expression, the steward decided to remain silent, knowing the old man wasn’t satisfied with the grades.

Zhang Yu was oblivious to the discussion not far from her, Zhang Fugui talking about her grades, thinking they’re not good enough.

Right now, she’s busy with her run, with no time to care what Zhang Fugui thinks.

Zhang Yinghao had just finished his English listening exercise, heard noises outside in the yard, which was unusual. When he used to stay over, it was really quiet in the morning with never such commotion.

Could it be that he hadn’t been here for a while and wasn’t aware of the changes in the old house?

Looking out the window, he saw Zhang Yu running, which astonished him. Truly shocked, is this still the Zhang Yu he knew?