"I did not."
When Wang Shuyun came out, she saw that Jiang Hong had already gotten down from the stool, while Liu Yaxin was sadly looking at the couplet in her hand, "This couplet was written by Sister Lingling, you bad person."
"Youâre the bad one, clearly you pulled it apart." Jiang Hong retorted, unwilling to show weakness.
"What happened here?" Wang Shuyun asked with suspicion.
"Aunt, she... she ruined Sister Linglingâs couplet. Sheâs so bad." Liu Yaxin walked over sadly and showed the couplet in her hand to Wang Shuyun.
Wang Shuyun had actually already seen it; the couplet had been torn to pieces.
"You were the one pulling hard at the bottom, and now youâre blaming me?" Jiang Hong said with an aggrieved tone, jumping off the stool.
"You couldnât even put up a couplet properly." Liu Xiaoqin came out after hearing the commotion and immediately scolded Jiang Hong.
"Mom, am I still your daughter? Why blame everything on me?" Jiang Hong pouted, "If I knew it would be like this, I wouldnât have helped."
"Good intentions taken for donkeyâs liver and lungs." The last sentence was whispered, but in the small corridor, who couldnât hear it?
"You..." Liu Yaxin glared at Jiang Hong angrily.
Donât think she didnât know, last time when Sister Lingling fell down the slope, it was Jiang Hong who caused mischief from behind.
"Doesnât Gu Lingling often go to your house? Just have her write another one, itâs no big deal." Jiang Hong said carelessly, "Anyway, sheâs so good at writing."
Even if sheâs good at writing, isnât this too much?
Wang Shuyun was truly speechless at the young girl in front of her, who wasnât much younger than Lingling.
"Forget it, little Xinxin." Wang Shuyun patted her nieceâs back, smiling comfortingly as she said, "Weâll talk about it later."
Arguing with such a brat, she felt it was beneath her dignity.
"But the couplet..." Liu Yaxin said, feeling wronged.
"Itâs okay." Wang Shuyun smiled as she brought the stool inside and locked the door.
"You pesky girl, you canât even handle such a small task." Liu Xiaoqin harshly slapped Jiang Hong on the back, "Go apologize to Yaxin and Aunt."
"I didnât do anything wrong." Jiang Hong said, tilting her head.
"No need." Wang Shuyun said indifferently, "Sheâs just a child, not intentional."
"If this was intentional, then this childâs life... tsk tsk, would be over." As Liu Xiaoqin was laughing politely, Wang Shuyun changed her tone and said to Liu Yaxin, "Letâs go home, Xinxin."
"Later Iâll ask your Sister Lingling to write an even better one." Wang Shuyun said with a smile, "Actually, I always felt that the coupletâs mood wasnât that good, so letâs replace it."
With that, she didnât give Liu Xiaoqin a chance to respond or show off, and she left with Liu Yaxin.
Oh, and she took the couplet with her too, after all, it was Linglingâs hard work.
Liu Xiaoqin, "..."
She nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood from anger.
What kind of family is this, I spit...
"You pesky girl, why did you go and ruin someone elseâs couplet?" Liu Xiaoqian was initially quite pleased with her daughterâs actions. Old Jiangâs handwriting was actually quite good, but if the door across had Gu Linglingâs words, their couplet would be overshadowed.
Jiang Hong tearing the couplet was just in line with what he wanted.
He didnât expect Wang Shuyun to say what she did, and even sarcastically pointed out that Jiang Hong did it on purpose.
"I just canât stand Gu Lingling. If she ever comes to the army to show off again, Iâll do it again." Jiang Hong said heatedly before turning and running to her room, slamming the door shut.
Anyway, last time was the same.