"This is the last time." Gu Chunhai looked at Gu Juan and said, "If you dare lay a hand on her again, donāt blame your uncle for not being polite to you."
"Uncle, I donāt understand what youāre talking about?" Gu Juan snapped back to reality and looked at Gu Chunhai, although she certainly understood what he meant.
"Whether you understand or not, you donāt need to explain to me, just remember what Iāve said." Gu Chunhai replied, "If you still consider me as your uncle."
From start to finish, not even a glance was given to Wang Meili.
"Itās simply outrageous!" After Gu Chunhai left, Wang Meili was so angry she smashed the vase on the table, "How can he treat me like this, how dare he!"
Even an ordinary person can at least say hello.
Gu Juan gave Wang Meili a helpless look, "Heās always been like this, hasnāt he?"
Always treating them mother and daughter as if they were invisible, and now heās actually reprimanding her over Gu Lingling? Impolite? Sheād like to see how impolite her uncle would dare to be.
Gu Juan glanced at Wang Meili, who was still in a state of fury and grievance, and didnāt bother with her as she went straight into the house.
Gu Chunhai was like a thorn in Wang Meiliās heart.
If she were Gu Juan, she would pull out this thorn, even if it means dying of pain, itās better than being worn down by a dull blade like this.
So in some sense, as the Yangtze River pushes forward the waves, Gu Juan is far more ruthless than Wang Meili.
"Chunhai, why are you here?" Gu Chunhua was coming out from Old Mrs. Guās house and saw her mother carrying groceries home, "Come, letās go eat."
Gu Chunhai looked at Old Mrs. Gu with disappointment; did she not know anything about Wang Meiliās antics at all?
"Meili often reminds you." The following words from Old Mrs. Gu erased the last trace of guilt in Gu Chunhaiās heart.
Indeed, pitiful people have their hateful aspects.
This old mother of his... forget it, heās too lazy to deal with it now.
"This..." Why did he leave without saying a word?
Old Mrs. Gu sighed.
She doesnāt like living here one bit; aside from the costs, thereās not a single person to talk to.
Usually, sheās home alone. If she were in Nanshui Village, she could visit and chat with a group of old ladies.
But now, the people here donāt even want to talk to her or pay attention for a moment.
They used to be quite enthusiastic.
Old Mrs. Gu walked back dejectedly with the basket to make lunch for those two women.
Gu Lingling learned that Gu Chunhai beat up Ma Chuang through Yao Jingsong, who only mentioned it casually. He never felt anything towards Gu Chunhai as his father.
Gu Lingling nodded, then asked him, "How is the workshop going now? Consult with your master when you have time, donāt act on your own accord."
Yao Jingsong rolled his eyes at Gu Lingling, "Youāre the best at boosting othersā morale and deflating yourself."
"Whereās your bird?" Not wanting to continue the topic with Gu Lingling, he asked.
"Probably out playing." Gu Lingling frowned saying that, and then quickly returned to her room.
A bird that had just flown back, "..."
How much does she dislike it?
Gu Lingling was unsure whether to cry or laugh.
Her period finally started.
No wonder she felt some stomach discomfort earlier. Although she consulted a doctor after falling into the water, the doctor said she had a cold uterus and would likely have stomach pain during her period.
Why does she feel something different now, with no other sensations?
The bird pursed its lips and placed the fruit from its claws onto Gu Linglingās desk.
If it werenāt for this Black Bird King, sheād be in pain.