Chapter 149: Chapter 142: Children Are Always More Ruthless Than Their Parents
To the extent that if she wanted to go to the teacher about it, or ask her husband to weigh in, even she felt it was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Su Xiaomeng frowned, racking her brains for a solution.
Little did she know, before she could even come up with one, Bai Shunyuan had already caused her a big trouble, leaving her heartbroken and guilty for a long time afterward.
Just returning to the classroom, before Su Xiaomeng’s seat was even warm, she was called out again.
The current vice president of the OMG Club, Qiu Yuanyuan, had taken over for her for quite some time, managing club activities.
"A get-together dinner... well, okay, you go with them."
Qiu Yuanyuan stated her purpose, and upon hearing Su Xiaomeng’s reply, she immediately said, "But the basketball club insists that the president must be there."
Su Xiaomeng blinked, pointed at herself, then without thinking, refused flatly, "Me? Uh... then just cancel this get-together. I can’t, I have to go home to nurse my baby after class."
In the fall, the Yin Mansion carried the rich and heavy poetry of an oil painting.
At the moment, a small electric bike rode from the main residence Zheng Garden to the Yin Family’s gate and stopped.
Yin Shaohui, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, got off with a cane, and Zhou Mengqin wore a white knitted outfit with golden pearl borders, simple yet elegant.
"Master, Madam, the car is ready."
The butler opened the car door, and Yin Shaohui and Zhou Mengqin got in.
Uncle Huang looked at the elderly couple through the rearview mirror, a smile tugging at his lips, "Commander, Madam Commander, couldn’t hold back after all?"
Yin Shaohui glared at Uncle Huang, while Zhou Mengqin took a gentle breath, her elegant face no longer cold and expressionless, carrying a hint of helplessness and compromise...
She murmured, "Children are always harsher than parents... But what they can give up, as parents, we simply cannot."
Uncle Huang laughed, "It’s not that the Fourth Young Master is harsh; it’s that he knows you two would soften up."
Regarding Uncle Huang’s words, Zhou Mengqin could only agree halfway.
Yin Shaohui naturally understood his wife; she endured hardships in her youth no less than he did, therefore now, at her age, she possessed a resilience greater than anyone else’s.
Perhaps in some younger generations’ eyes, she was sometimes too harsh and stubborn.
But this was what her seventy-two years brought her.
Compared to the current stubbornness, young Zhou Mengqin was even more so.
The fourth son brought her so many surprises and honors since he was young, and having Yin Shixiu at the age of forty was to pin all her hopes on this son.
But who could have thought, in her twilight years, her most beloved youngest son would do such a thing.
And who could have thought, in dealing with women always picky and high-eyed, her youngest son would finally choose such an ordinary and inconspicuous young woman who hadn’t even matured yet.
Throughout her life, she always said one is one, two is two, and even if the third son was willing to die for a woman back then, she never compromised in the end.
In the moment of losing a son, she was more hurt than anyone else, but also harsher than anyone else.
For her children, she was a mother, but to the whole Yin Family, she was the matriarch, and it was not just a responsibility to be gentle and virtuous.
Thinking a lot during this period, she realized, she couldn’t compare the third son with the fourth, because Su Xiaomeng that girl had no ill intentions.
She just needed to grow.
And these things can be gradually nurtured...
Letting her and her husband choose the children’s names was an opportunity for her to choose compromise.
Of course, she wouldn’t truly believe everything Shan Minglang said; perhaps Su Xiaomeng suggested it, but the words must have been from Yin Shixiu.
And for giving birth to the grandson and granddaughter for the Yin Family, aside from all other factors, both she and her husband were grateful.
The grandchildren were now three months old, and besides the photo Yin Shixiu posted online at birth, they hadn’t seen them once.
Shan Minglang had a lot stored on his phone, boasting endlessly, but not a single photo for the two elders to see.
They knew well why Minglang kept withholding.
Fine... at least Shixiu is happy.
Fine... compared to the slight dissatisfaction in her heart, the longing for the grandchildren was greater.
She was stubborn, but not obstinate.
Weighing it up, she naturally knew what to do to benefit more people.
So even though she said harsh words, she chose to swallow her pride.
Yin Shaohui raised his hand to squeeze Zhou Mengqin’s hand and sighed, "This is our first time visiting the babies, do you think they won’t let us hold them?"
"So little, what would they understand? Just coax them, and you’ll get to hold them."
Zhou Mengqin said as a matter of fact.
"That’s not necessarily true..."
Yin Shaohui, with a serious demeanor, looked at Zhou Mengqin earnestly, "Wasn’t it just like that with the Fourth back then? The first month after he was born, besides you, he wouldn’t let anyone else touch him. Two months later, when I held him, he didn’t fuss. Even later, there were only a few family members close enough, yet if an outsider tried to touch him, he’d cry! If the grandson and granddaughter ended up like him..."
As Yin Shaohui reminisced about Yin Shixiu’s childhood, Zhou Mengqin’s gaze turned stern...
"Ahem."
He quickly closed his mouth.
Apparently, his wife wasn’t entirely sure either...
Zhou Mengqin really wanted to throw the old man out of the car for making her worry as well.
Oh heavens...
When Su Xiaomeng was pulled into the club activity room by Qiu Yuanyuan, faced with a dozen girls in the club, she was truly at a loss.
"I’ve never heard of any get-together that absolutely required the president’s presence; can’t the vice president just go?"
Su Xiaomeng covered her face, unable to look at them, struggling there.
"It’s not a hard requirement, but in club gatherings, there’s never been a time when the president wasn’t present..."
Qiu Yuanyuan hurried to say.
For a while now, aside from contacting the club members through QQ and WeChat groups, most activities were managed by Qiu Yuanyuan.
This past half year, Yin Meng has been participating in various competitions, leaving no time to manage the club.
"How about this, from now on, we’ll hand over the president’s position to Yuanyuan. How’s that?"
"Xiao Meng, you can’t just do that!"
"What else do you want me to do?"
Su Xiaomeng looked distressed, her eyebrows furrowing down, "Although it’s not a glorious thing, it’s not shameful either... I have two kids to take care of..."
A freshman girl sneaked a glance at Su Xiaomeng and muttered, "People outside say Xiao Meng married a rich second generation..."
"Your life is better now, but you can’t just ignore us single dogs..."
"Pfft..."
Su Xiaomeng was amused by this girl.
She thought for a moment, bit her lip, and said seriously, "It’s not that I ignore you all. If there’s a social event and you absolutely need me to participate, at least let me know two days in advance, even a day is fine. Let me know ahead so I can make time, right? I really can’t just join suddenly."
"...Then who takes care of the kids when you’re not home?"
The girl looked at her, pitifully.
"...The nanny."
"Then that’s settled! The social ends at eight, basketball club... Sis, sis, sis..."
The girl started to persuade softly.
And then a few other girls joined in, buzzing around her ears.
"The kids aren’t without someone to look after them..."
"It’s just a bit late returning, it’s fine..."
"Doesn’t your husband help you..."
It makes sense, until eight at the latest, the kids have the nanny to care for them... Later Shixiu will be home.
But if they themselves were moms, they wouldn’t say such things.
Su Xiaomeng felt guilty about the two little ones. If she wasn’t so insistent on returning to school, she could focus on caring for the kids at home.
Her time spent with the two babies was already pitifully scarce, how could she possibly justify further engaging in extracurricular activities?
So...
"Hmm, how about you change the day, today definitely won’t work."
After speaking, Su Xiaomeng didn’t look at the disappointed expressions of the girls and left the activity room directly.
She exhaled deeply, checked the time, and quickly jogged back to the teaching building. Slipped back into the classroom.
"Knock knock..."
A knock suddenly sounded out of place, and the disappointed girls in the activity room all looked sadly at the partly opened door of the activity room—
"Bai Shunyuan..."
Bai Shunyuan still had an air of superiority, leaning against the door frame, smiling mischievously...
"She’s unwilling?"
Qiu Yuanyuan hadn’t reacted, thinking for a while before coming to her senses, "Shunyuan, this senior... also going to join the social?"
"What? Not welcome?"
"Ah..."
Instantly, the girls screamed.
Qiu Yuanyuan widened her eyes in shock, Bai Shunyuan was indeed from the basketball club, but he never joined socials, no negotiation, everyone knew that, so...
"Senior, are you for real?"
Bai Shunyuan nodded, "Of course, if you don’t want me to—"
"We want we want!! You must come!"
"But... the president won’t come..."
The cute girl couldn’t help muttering, then said softly, "Basketball club president... what kind of hard requirement is this..."
"Trouble?"
Bai Shunyuan teased.
The girl nodded vigorously.
"I have an idea..."
"I..."
In the afternoon, after class ended as the bell tolled for the fourth time, Su Xiaomeng was dragged out of the classroom by Bai Shunyuan and pulled out through the back door of the teaching building, swearing loudly all the way!
"What the hell are you doing!"
Bai Shunyuan curled his lips, stubbornly dragged her to the east gate, opened a van door and tossed her in.
"Ah! Sis, I knew you’d come!"
"Shunyuan really knows how!"
Bai Shunyuan shut the van door smoothly.
With ears buzzing merrily, Su Xiaomeng’s mind was in a whirl...
Instantly, she felt murderous!
"Bai Shun—"
"Sis..."
Su Xiaomeng’s expression sharpened, rare anger, yet before she could shout, a cute sister from the club grabbed her hand, looking at her pitifully...