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Chapter 32: Yang Jiaojiao Enters the House
Grandmother Chang was shocked and asked, “Girl, how did you do it?”
She was truly amazed to see her grandson developing a passion for learning English.
In the past, the whole family had tried everything to get Chang Anning to study, but he was as stubborn as a mule, refusing to cooperate no matter what they did.
No one in the family could do anything about him.
Hu Ouhua smiled and said, “Grandmother Chang, you saw how resistant Anning was when I arrived, but when his eyes fell on this book, they lit up.”
She opened a picture book.
It was an illustrated guide to various weapons, with descriptive text alongside the images.
Grandmother Chang didn’t think much of it.
Boys liking guns and cannons was normal. They would grow out of it eventually.
Hu Ouhua shook her head with a smile.
“He’s different from other kids. He has a strong sense of mission when it comes to weapons research. I showed him this professional English book on weapon development and told him that many things in the future would require English. If he couldn’t even grasp the basics, how could he develop his own weapons?”
Many cutting-edge scientific papers were published in journals in English. To truly advance, one had to study deeply and use English as a tool—it was just a crutch, after all.
The little guy was smart.
He understood instantly.
Grandmother Chang suddenly realized.
She quickly said, “Girl, from now on, my grandson’s English learning is entirely up to you. Arrange it however you see fit—I won’t interfere.”
At first, she hadn’t had high expectations for Hu Ouhua.
After all, she was too young, and with her beauty, there was a chance she was just Shen Fubai’s lover. But after this trial lesson, she genuinely liked Hu Ouhua.
She wasn’t just a pretty face.
She had real skills.
“Grandmother, I also want Sister to tutor me in math,” Chang Anning suddenly said.
Grandmother Chang was puzzled.
Her grandson wasn’t a top math student, but he wasn’t bad either.
“I want to study ahead,” Chang Anning said.
During the lesson earlier, something Hu Ouhua had said struck him.
She told him, “You may only be in your early teens, but time waits for no one. Three years will pass in the blink of an eye, and if you don’t learn anything now, you won’t be able to turn back.”
Math was also a tool on the path to his dreams.
When Hu Ouhua had taken out paper, drawn a few sketches, and made calculations, her lesson had been deep and complex. For the first time, he felt that the math he was so confident in was completely inadequate.
When Shen Fubai came to pick up Hu Ouhua, he found her sitting at the Chang family’s dining table, happily eating watermelon. Meanwhile, the usually unruly little Chang boy was quietly sitting at his desk, writing and drawing.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he must be hallucinating.
Was this for real?
Yang Jiaojiao, dressed in her textile factory uniform with a white cap on her head, got out of the car after being picked up by Shen Fubai, her heart full of excitement and hope.
From the guard post at the entrance to the training sounds in the compound, she felt as if her hardships had finally paid off. From now on, her life would be sweet and secure.
The Lu family’s house was grand and imposing.
She stepped forward, approaching the house, where the entrance was paved with blue stone slabs, flanked by polished pebbles—elegant and high-end.
At the doorstep, she was greeted by the family’s housekeeper, who handed her a clean pair of plastic slippers.
Inside, she saw a spacious living room, a large dining table, cushioned wooden chairs, ornately carved furniture, a 25-inch black-and-white television, a desktop radio, framed paintings with wooden plaques, and even a refrigerator draped with lace fabric.
Yang Jiaojiao was stunned.
She walked up, touching things in disbelief, and tears of excitement welled up in her eyes.
Hard times were over. Hard times were over.
She had endured the hardships of the textile factory and the bullying from others, and now she had exchanged it all for this sudden wealth—it was all worth it. She sobbed softly.
“Comrade Yang, have a cup of tea.”
Liu Mei, following Madam Lu’s instructions, served her high-quality Pu’er tea.
“Ah, okay, okay.”
Yang Jiaojiao took the white porcelain teacup and, seeing the clear tea inside, felt an overwhelming sense of superiority, trembling with excitement.
This was all hers…
Just thinking about it was wonderful.
At that moment, Grandmother Lu appeared, wearing a dark purple brocade outfit that Yang Jiaojiao had never seen before, a necklace of emeralds around her neck, her hair neatly combed back, and a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses on her nose.
She exuded wealth and dignity.
From the moment Yang Jiaojiao entered, Grandmother Lu had been observing her, taking in her shabby aura, her greedy eyes, and the excitement of climbing the social ladder.
Just as she had suspected.
Foolish and ill-mannered.
But her daughter-in-law had told her to indulge the girl.
Grandmother Lu smiled kindly and said, “Young lady, welcome to our home. Liu Mei, prepare a new set of clothes for Comrade Yang and arrange her room.”
“Yes.”
Liu Mei respectfully led the proud Yang Jiaojiao to a secondary bedroom on the first floor.
The room was clean and tidy.
The walls were adorned with elegant posters, the bed had a brand-new floral-patterned bedsheet, and there was a red lacquered wooden table beside it.
Luxury was everywhere.
Yang Jiaojiao immediately noticed a light pink long-sleeved top and black trousers laid out on the bed.
“Are these for me?”
Even as she asked, her body reacted instinctively—she picked up the clothes and held them against herself. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and the fabric was the trendy Dacron material.
“Yes, Comrade Yang. Once you’ve changed, come chat with Grandmother for a while. Madam and the General will be home after work, so make yourself comfortable,” Liu Mei said.
Yang Jiaojiao didn’t care about the details.
She thought the Lu family must already consider her one of their own to treat her so casually.
As soon as Liu Mei left, Yang Jiaojiao eagerly changed out of her dirty clothes and into the new outfit. Then, without hesitation, she wrapped up her old work clothes and threw them into the kitchen trash bin.
Grandmother Lu saw everything and sneered inwardly.
Her son had already sent people to investigate at the textile factory. The female workers there had a terrible impression of Yang Jiaojiao, calling her delusional and claiming she often fantasized about dating a high-ranking officer.
This situation couldn’t have been better.
Without anyone lifting a finger, Yang Jiaojiao had already cut off all her escape routes.
After changing, Yang Jiaojiao made herself at home, casually grabbing sunflower seeds from the table to snack on. When she got tired of them, she ordered Liu Mei to make her tea.
She directed Liu Mei around as if she were born to do it.
She didn’t like old people and barely spoke to Grandmother Lu beyond basic greetings.
Just like Qingfen at home, who often scolded and hit their grandmother.
She thought that as long as she won over the Lu family’s matron—her future mother-in-law—she would be set. Once her position was secure, she would treat her mother-in-law just like Qingfen did, making her serve at her beck and call.
By noon, Yang Jiaojiao was hungry and told Liu Mei, “Auntie, make me a bowl of noodles first to fill my stomach.”
Liu Mei obediently cooked her a bowl of egg noodles.
Yang Jiaojiao had just finished eating when she suddenly noticed an extremely striking figure.