Chapter 109: Chapter 106: Melon Flavor
Su Xiaomeng listened with some skepticism, but didn’t say much more.
After hanging up the phone, she was about to continue eating when the doorbell rang again.
Su Xiaomeng knew it wasn’t Yin Shixiu. When she opened the door, she was cautious and frowned when she saw a face through the peephole... a face that’s hard to forget.
The door opened just a crack, and Su Xiaomeng peeked her head out, "Yin Shixiu isn’t home. If you need anything, please call him directly."
After saying that, she was about to close the door when a foot acted faster than her and wedged into the door gap.
Rong Jing had a wicked smile on his face, "Who said I was looking for him?"
Su Xiaomeng was startled, "If you’re not looking for him, then who are you looking for?"
"I’m looking for you, Xiao Meng."
Rong Jing pushed the door open and walked right in.
Su Xiaomeng was stunned again. Looking for her?
Instinctively, it didn’t seem like a good thing.
Rong Jing swaggered in, still dressed so ostentatiously and conspicuously, as if afraid others wouldn’t notice him.
Bright yellow suit...
Bright yellow!
Su Xiaomeng shook her head. Is this a color and taste that an average man can pull off?
Thank goodness... thank goodness my uncle has excellent taste.
Rong Jing glanced at the half-eaten lunch on the coffee table, then suddenly turned around, almost bumping into Su Xiaomeng.
"What exactly do you want?"
She asked in a low voice. Maybe the impression this man left on her was so bad that her attitude was poor, and she was quite lethargic.
"I heard Brother Shixiu did something incredible, so I came to see what kind of girl made him so obsessed..."
Rong Jing suddenly bent down, leaning in front of her, "So it’s you... Little Mengmeng."
Su Xiaomeng quickly stepped back, creating a safe distance, raising her eyebrows to ask, "Did you see it?"
"Yeah, I saw it."
"... Can you leave now?"
"Hey, hey, did Brother Shixiu really teach you like this? A blood relative comes over, and you don’t even offer a cup of tea?"
Su Xiaomeng quickly raised her eyes. A blood relative?
What does that mean?
Faced with Su Xiaomeng’s skeptical look, Rong Jing shrugged, "Alright, if you don’t believe it, forget it. Anyway, you don’t have much standing in the Yin Family, so it’s no loss to lack my support."
"Just asking for a cup of tea, sit down! Big... Big... Big Uncle!"
Su Xiaomeng tilted her chin, went into the kitchen, and casually made a cup of tea to place on the coffee table.
Not that she truly believed he was some so-called blood relative, but thinking about it, this enigmatic person surnamed Rong must also be an acquaintance of her uncle.
Since he’s an acquaintance, there’s no reason to kick him out.
Rong Jing didn’t sit down; his gaze stayed fixed on Su Xiaomeng.
"Haven’t you stared enough yet?"
Su Xiaomeng felt extremely uncomfortable under his scrutiny, her small facial features almost scrunched together.
Rong Jing put both hands in his pockets, slightly bent at the waist, tugging at his lips, squinting those snakelike, captivating eyes...
"How did you even meet Brother Shixiu?"
"... What’s it to you?"
"Then why did Xiao Ren say Brother Shixiu butted in?"
The words "Xiao Ren" from Rong Jing’s mouth barely needed any thought from Su Xiaomeng. That is... Ren Yixuan.
He was watching Su Xiaomeng’s expressions closely, not missing a thing.
"This is even less of your business!"
Su Xiaomeng looked at him, her round eyes carrying a hint of ferocity.
The little girl, even when truly angry, acting fierce, is just like a small white rabbit baring its teeth, not very intimidating.
Yet Rong Jing had no intention of stopping; he kept staring into Su Xiaomeng’s eyes and continued, "How could it not matter? My current most reliable assistant is most concerned about you, Little Mengmeng. Others at least address me as Prince Rong... Shouldn’t I understand the situation among the populace, wouldn’t you say?"
"Actually... you still like Xiao Ren very much, right?"
Su Xiaomeng tightened her lips.
Rong Jing’s eyes flashed with amusement, "After all, Yin Shixiu is just an over-thirty old man who can give you temporary excitement, but he can’t compare to childhood sweethearts, right?"
Su Xiaomeng looked at the man in front of her, his eyes filled with wickedness...
Being stared at like that made it feel like he could see through all her thoughts!
"Why do you think Yin Shixiu is with you? Shall I tell you, huh?"
"He—"
"Can you shut up?"
Su Xiaomeng frowned, seemingly really impatient now.
She put her hands on her hips and suddenly thrust her belly forward. Rong Jing hesitated for a moment and took half a step back...
"Prince Rong, huh? Bah! Just say you’re a busybody, isn’t it?"
Su Xiaomeng looked disdainful and thrust her belly forward again. Rong Jing blinked and immediately took another step back...
"Whether I have feelings for Ren Yixuan or not is none of your damn business!"
After saying that, she thrust her belly again, and with a few moves, she actually forced Rong Jing back to the door.
"Why Shixiu is with me, again, none of your damn business?"
Rong Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, then smiled, "You really don’t want to know?"
Su Xiaomeng disliked so much that he seemed to have everything under control!
She opened the door and, without saying anything, pushed him out!
It doesn’t matter if he really has a connection with Uncle, she couldn’t stand anything about him—from his attire to his speech to the way he looked at people.
The door had just closed when Rong Jing started knocking again.
Su Xiaomeng shouted through the door, "If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!"
"Little Mengmeng, sister..."
The knocking continued, Su Xiaomeng closed her eyes and shouted again, "If you keep knocking, I’ll make sure you can’t leave the building today!"
With that "harsh threat," the noise outside the door suddenly stopped.
Su Xiaomeng returned to the sofa, but just as she was about to sit down, the knocking started again!
She quickly grabbed a small cup, filled it with water, angrily swung open the door, and splashed it, "Do you not understand what I said—"
Su Xiaomeng felt as if she had been struck by lightning when she saw the person standing at the door.
Mr. Yin was leaning on a cane, his knuckles turning blue...
Droplets of water dripped from his hair.
"Uncle..."
Yin Shaohui, who had spent his life in the military, was over seventy years old, yet his fiery temper remained unchanged.
A glass of cold water came splashing directly...
Anger surged straight to his head, and his eyes, somewhat similar to Yin Shixiu’s but more fierce, stared intensely at her.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to splash you..."
Su Xiaomeng panicked, hurriedly invited Yin Shaohui in, and quickly brought him a dry towel.
Yin Shaohui, with a cold expression, pulled the towel over to wipe his face and hair. The perfectly ironed collar of his shirt was also slightly wet.
Standing aside, Xiao Meng watched Yin Shaohui finish wiping and didn’t dare to breathe loudly.
She mentally cursed Rong Jing from top to bottom!
She also wanted to ask the heavens why they were treating her like this...
Why did Mr. Yin suddenly show up?
They had just parted on bad terms yesterday...
"Why are you standing there? Don’t even know how to pour a glass of water?"
Yin Shaohui’s voice was low but carried weight, scaring Su Xiaomeng into rushing into the kitchen, returning with a cup of tea in less than half a minute.
"Uncle, please have some tea."
Yin Shaohui picked up the tea, glanced at it, then placed it back on the coffee table.
"Can’t even make a cup of tea..."
Huh?
Su Xiaomeng was taken aback. Making tea... It’s just tea leaves and hot water, what’s there to know?
Mr. Yin... Is he here specifically to find fault with her?
Just as Su Xiaomeng was venting this thought internally, Yin Shaohui coldly said, "When making tea, regardless of the quality of the leaves, the first brew is not to be consumed."
Su Xiaomeng’s brows furrowed slightly; she felt a bit aggrieved...
Yin Shaohui glanced at her, absorbing her dissatisfaction and defiance, and lightly tapped his cane on the floor...
"This is just the smallest thing."
Su Xiaomeng looked up, not quite understanding the sudden remark from Yin Shaohui.
"Even with this smallest thing, you and the fourth have completely different ways of living, let alone the days to come in the next few decades?"
Yin Shaohui looked ahead with a distant gaze, his gray hair didn’t make him appear weak or old.
His straight back testified to his robust and resolute spirit despite his age.
Uncle had told her... This was an old general who had galloped through battlefields all his life.
Even though he seemed full of energy and vigor, his health was actually quite poor...
His knees had both been shot, with bullets embedded in the flesh, and when removed, his knees had become very fragile...
Yin Shixiu’s words seemed to swirl in her ears.
They were very strict with themselves, and precisely because of this... they held higher expectations for their children and grandchildren...
"The fourth is actually the fifth in rank, he had an older brother, ranked third, who was a genius. But when a genius becomes stubborn, they tend to be more pedantic than others... He ruined his life over a woman no one thought highly of and died young."
Su Xiaomeng’s heart skipped a beat.
Died young... That’s terrifying.
Even in her daze, Xiao Meng could hear the implication in his words.
She quickly said, "Uncle, rest assured, I won’t be the death of Uncle!"
Yin Shaohui, hearing this, deepened the frown between his brows, glanced at Su Xiaomeng, and was at a loss for words.
Su Xiaomeng swallowed, unable to decipher the meaning of Yin Shaohui’s expression, she quickly shut her mouth, not daring to speak further.
"His third brother severed ties with the family for a woman, was cut from the family tree, and even in death couldn’t be buried in the Yin family plot."
Su Xiaomeng’s eyes shifted, trying to grasp the meaning... Could it be...
"Who would have thought, twenty years later, the fourth would also sever ties with the family over a woman."
Su Xiaomeng quickly looked up, surprised at Yin Shaohui, "Uncle, what, what do you mean?"
Yin Shaohui looked at her, "What? He didn’t tell you?"
Su Xiaomeng’s heart sank...
The answer she had dismissed was now on the verge of Yin Shaohui’s lips...
"Because of you, he doesn’t intend to set foot in that house again."
Uncle, is he really crazy?
...Why?
Su Xiaomeng’s heart was in turmoil, like a hurricane striking, swirling everything into chaos.
"The fourth also has a big brother, but that child was picked up from the battlefield by me, treated as my own, but not actually my biological son."