Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Although Jiang Minghui's family lived not far from Jiang Mingyuan, they had always been glib and had an air of idleness about them.

They have always coveted Jiang Mingyuan's old house for a long time, and they always feel that as a member of the family, they deserve a share of the pie.

When he learned that Jiang Mingyuan's family was coming to the city, Jiang Minghui's eyes flashed with trepidation, and he immediately called his wife Li Huimin to start hatching a plan.

"Have you heard? My eldest brother was spotted by the government in the city and became a regular employee. Our old house has been ruined." Jiang Minghui said to Li Huimin with a sarcastic laugh, his tone full of jealousy and jealousy. Unwilling to do so.

Li Huimin listened and had already made plans in his mind. While stroking his three-year-old son's head, he raised a calculating smile on his lips and replied: "That's naturally a good thing. We are a family. If the house is empty, it will be empty." , it’s appropriate for us to move there.”

Jiang Mingyuan's house is a spacious courtyard with green bricks. There are several old plum trees planted in the courtyard. In spring, there are clusters of white flowers, and the fragrance is refreshing.Under the eaves, swallows come and go, playing in groups.

Not just them, but several other brothers are also thinking about it?

"Hurry up and pack up. Let's go directly to dad."

In the afternoon of this day, the sun shone through the sparse clouds and dappled the bluestone floor. Jiang Minghui and his wife pushed the door open with their children.In the yard, Old Man Jiang was sitting on the threshold, twirling a dry cigarette rod in his hand, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Dad, we heard that Ming Yuan is coming to the city. Will this house become vacant?"

Jiang Minghui went straight to the topic without waiting for Old Man Jiang to speak.

Old Man Jiang raised his head and looked across the yard, landing on the faces of Jiang Minghui's family. His eyes seemed to pass through them.

"Yeah." Old Man Jiang responded lightly and pursed his lips, "The house is empty, but this old house still has its owner."

Li Huimin hurriedly interjected: "Dad, what we think is that if this house is empty, it will be a waste. We will move in temporarily. If Mingyuan and the others come back, we will move immediately."

Old Man Jiang was silent for a moment, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his eyes. He knew that Li Huimin's words were just a cover. Once Jiang Minghui's family moved into this old house, it would be difficult for them to move out.

"Okay," Old Man Jiang said slowly.

"If you want to live in it, you can. But the owners of the house are still Qingyue and Mingyuan. I am an old man, just looking after the house."

Jiang Minghui received Old Man Jiang's verbal permission and rushed to the city to find Jiang Mingyuan with eagerness.

On both sides of the street, among the white walls and black tiles, there were a few barking dogs from time to time, as if to add a bit of vitality to this autumn afternoon.

The hustle and bustle of the city and the tranquility of the countryside are intertwined here, just like the tranquility of the Jiang family's old house contrasts with the restlessness in Jiang Minghui's heart.

Jiang Mingyuan was in a small room, sorting out the account books that were about to be handed in. The green willows outside the window and the passers-by cast mottled shadows.

The pen in his hand paused for a moment, and he looked up at his fourth brother who suddenly came to visit. His face was expressionless and his tone was tepid: "Are you here?"

"Brother." Jiang Minghui's voice was filled with embarrassment, "Have you heard about the family affairs?"

Jiang Mingyuan nodded lightly, and the tip of his pen danced on the paper again, "I heard about it."

"What do you think?" The fourth brother couldn't wait to get confirmation from Jiang Mingyuan.

Jiang Mingyuan's indifferent eyes were raised slightly, as if he was weighing Jiang Minghui's thoughts, "Me? I have no right to interfere. You have to go to Qingyue about this matter."

Jiang Minghui's heart sank. He knew that his sister-in-law Shen Qingyue was not an easy person to deal with.

Thinking of Shen Qingyue's calm temperament, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Okay, I'll go find my sister-in-law right now." Jiang Minghui's tone was mixed with a hint of reluctance.Shen Qingyue was in a flower garden outside the courtyard, carefully tending various chrysanthemums.

The autumn sunshine passed through the thin cloud curtain and shone on her body, making her look particularly peaceful.Beside the bamboo fence, a few bees are diligently collecting nectar in late autumn.

Jiang Minghui and his wife stepped forward cautiously. The fourth brother Jiang Minghui's tone was nervous but flattering: "Sister-in-law, it's about the house."

Shen Qingyue put down the gardening tools in her hands and stood up. Her eyes were clear and firm, which made Jiang Minghui feel afraid.

Shen Qingyue's tone was as calm as water, but there was an unquestionable determination, "You want to live in my house?"

Li Huimin quickly interjected with a charming smile: "Sister Qingyue, even if I think the house is empty, it is still empty. We..."

Shen Qingyue interrupted her, "The house naturally belongs to our family, but it's not something you can live in if you want. I also know your thoughts. You just want to keep it for yourself."

Li Huimin looked embarrassed, while Jiang Minghui looked embarrassed.

"If you really think about your family," Shen Qingyue said slowly, "then work hard and make money to support your family, instead of trying to build a house for me and your eldest brother."

The fourth brother Jiang Minghui and his wife Li Huimin looked like dogs in water in front of Shen Qingyue, ashamed and embarrassed.

They did not expect that Shen Qingyue would expose their little thoughts so directly.

"Sister-in-law," Li Huimin tried to change the angle, her voice as soft as a thin line, "We are also a family, we live together to have fun."

Shen Qingyue did not comment, but smiled slightly. What was hidden in that smile was not warmth, but a deep understanding of the sinister nature of the human heart.

"Lively?" Shen Qingyue repeated lightly, as if chewing on the true meaning behind the word, "People's hearts are unpredictable, and I don't dare to hope."

In the courtyard, the wind picked up a few fallen leaves, and Shen Qingyue's clothes were gently blown by the wind. The expression on her face was like chrysanthemums in autumn, blooming quietly and calmly.

Although Jiang Minghui felt 1 unwilling, he also knew that striving was useless.

He knew that neither his elder brother Jiang Mingyuan's indifference nor his elder sister-in-law Shen Qingyue's calmness could be shaken by a lazy person like him.

"I understand, sister-in-law." Jiang Minghui finally softened, with a hint of unwillingness and cowardice in his tone, "Let's go."

Jiang Minghui and his wife disappeared at the door of the old house, and Shen Qingyue's eyes turned cold.

"Jiang Mingyuan."

Shen Qingyue cast a scrutinizing look at Jiang Mingyuan, but her tone remained calm.

"What do you think about selling the house?"

Jiang Mingyuan nodded slightly, and his indifferent eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the haze of people's hearts.

"If you have this plan, you must have thought carefully about it."

"That is."

Shen Qingyue smiled slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her smile, "After all, family affairs should not be disclosed to anyone, especially the fourth brother."

(End of this chapter)