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Wang Xiuli couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at the thought of Yu Songyu's face, which seemed to easily stir men's emotions. She wished she could tear it apart.
"So, she's the one getting in the way of you flirting with men?" Wang Erlai asked lazily. He thought that if someone was trying to attract men, it was their own business and had nothing to do with Wang Xiuli.
"What? No! I mean, she slanders me and even teams up with other Zhiqing to ostracize me. Brother Lai, you have no idea how much she bullies people! I've seen those she bullies unable to stay at the Zhiqing Institute!"
The more Wang Xiuli spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls.
"Alright, just go to sleep. I'm tired!"
Wang Erlai had a somewhat rogue style, but he wasn't foolish. He turned away and ignored Wang Xiuli, falling asleep on his own.
Seeing that he was so unresponsive, Wang Xiuli felt a surge of frustration. This man had just gone to sleep without helping her at all. At that moment, she really wanted to smother him with a pillow, but she knew her own strength well enough; if their strengths were mismatched and he fought back, she would be in trouble.
Not willing to give up, she thought that there would be plenty of time in the future to deal with him. She was determined to make him notice her eventually.
When she saw that the man had already fallen asleep, Wang Xiuli quickly got dressed and stealthily slipped out the door. She couldn't stay here; if the gossiping women in the village caught wind of it, how could she ever flirt with the village chief's son?
Early the next morning, Yu Songyu was still lost in her dreams when she sensed someone crying outside her space, which irritated her.
She stretched lazily and fed Lai Fu before slowly changing her clothes and stepping out of her space.
"You're up?" Grandma asked with a smile when she saw Yu Songyu open the door.
"Grandma, what's Xiao He crying about?"
"I'm sorry, Comrade Xiao Yu! The child doesn't understand; I've already scolded her!" Zhao Lianzhi hurriedly stepped forward to explain, her head bowed as if she had done something wrong.
"I was just asking, Sister Lianzhi. I'm not a capitalist; you don't need to be like that. From now on, just call me Xiao Yu like everyone else."
"Understood," Zhao Lianzhi replied respectfully, her tone reminiscent of a maid from a wealthy household.
Recently, the Old Lady had been teaching her various household chores and how to take care of Yu Songyu, assigning her the role of managing all the affairs of the home. Before she got married, she had heard from the older generation that the young ladies and wives of wealthy families always had maids to attend to their daily needs, and she felt she was no different.
They provided food for her and her daughter and allowed her to take care of the child, sparing her from the pain of separation. This was indeed a great privilege, so no matter how hard or tiring it was, she was willing to endure it.
Yu Songyu sighed helplessly. Let her be; it seemed that if she didn't do this, she wouldn't feel settled in this household.
"Xiao He, why are you crying?"
Yu Songyu entered the inner room and pulled Xiao He into her embrace, speaking gently.
"The puppy! The puppy is gone!"
Xiao He pointed at the little dog in the bamboo basket, crying so hard that she could barely catch her breath.
Yu Songyu's expression darkened; it turned out that her mischief had been discovered.
"Oh, Xiao He, is that why you're crying? Don't cry; the puppy isn't lost. It's just that Dog Mother misses it. Think about it—Dog Mother's puppies were suddenly taken away; wouldn't it miss its babies? Should we bring one back to keep it company?"
Yu Songyu comforted her softly, suddenly realizing that Lai Fu also seemed to have no playmate in the space. She decided to continue with her persuasion.
"Besides, Dog Mother thinks one little puppy isn't lively enough; it wants another one to keep it company. How about you help me pick one?"
Xiao He's sobs gradually turned into sniffles as she seriously selected the smallest puppy from the bamboo basket and handed it to Yu Songyu.
"This one! Let its mother feed it!"
Yu Songyu took the puppy, understanding Xiao He's intention—that this one was too weak and might need Dog Mother's care even more.
"Well, you picked the most fragile one for me; thank you so much!"
Though she thought this in her heart, she still wore a gentle smile and ruffled Xiao He's hair affectionately.
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