CHAPTER 200: CHAPTER 200 AUNTIE ARRIVES

200 Auntie Arrives

Then, Sun Daji and the others ran into the kitchen and took turns recounting what had just happened.

Sun Daqing gloated, "Now, Chen Xiaofeng’s butt must have been spanked black and blue by his dad. HAHAHA, I’m laughing so hard."

Eldest Aunt and Aunt also found it amusing, but they still warned the children, "Don’t go blabbing about this outside, alright? Whatever happens with their family is none of our business, understand?"

This was to prevent that unreasonable Granny Guan from hearing about it and coming over to start another fight.

"We know, we know."

The little ones giggled in agreement and then ran back into the courtyard to play.

After her gloating laughter subsided, Aunt said to Sun Mei, "This must have been Tongtong’s clever idea. Our kids are so straightforward; when they get bullied, they either just wail or fight back. They’d never think of such a smart plan."

Eldest Aunt also chuckled. "Definitely. But Sun Ying spoils her son rotten. She’s argued with so many people because he snatches other kids’ toys, and every time she defends him, saying he’s just little. He’s bound to cause serious trouble sooner or later."

Aunt said, "Isn’t that the truth?"

Just then, Zhao Guifen came in from outside. Overhearing their conversation, she said, "Alright, it’s the New Year. Let’s not talk about their family matters; it’s unlucky."

Aunt immediately smiled. "Yes, yes, Mother, we won’t say any more. We were just pleased that your precious granddaughter taught Sun Ying’s son a lesson."

...

At this moment, the commotion in the neighboring courtyard gradually died down, leaving only the sound of Chen Xiaofeng’s crying.

Zhao Zhitong, Sun Daqing, and the others were squatting in the courtyard, drawing and scribbling on the ground with charred sticks, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Just then, the whinny of a horse came from outside, and immediately after, a horse carriage pulled up at their grandfather’s main gate.

Zhao Zhitong and the others instantly looked up towards the gate and saw a tall, black horse.

Sun Daqing immediately turned his head towards the kitchen and shouted, "Grandma, Grandma, we have visitors again!"

Hearing Sun Daqing’s shout, Zhao Guifen, Eldest Aunt, Aunt, and the others all came out of the rooms.

They were somewhat surprised to see the horse carriage at the gate, wondering who this visitor could be.

At this moment, two people alighted from the carriage—a couple. The woman was carrying two bags of gifts; it was their youngest aunt, Sun Lan, and her husband, Wang Fugui.

After Wang Fugui stepped down from the horse carriage, he adjusted his collar, smoothed his clothes, and squinted his small eyes, surveying their grandfather’s front gate.

When he saw the dilapidated wooden gate, he pursed his lips, his eyes filled with unconcealed disdain. If it weren’t for some business, he wouldn’t have bothered coming at all!

Sun Lan stood behind Wang Fugui, looking at the familiar yet distant gate, and her eyes reddened.

Everyone in the courtyard was surprised to see Sun Lan and stood frozen for a moment.

Eldest Aunt and Aunt were the first to react. They exchanged glances, then looked at their impassive mother-in-law, unsure what to do.

Finally, it was Zhao Zhitong who broke the awkward silence.

She scrambled up from the ground and greeted sweetly, "Hello, Auntie~"

However, she deliberately didn’t greet her uncle-in-law. She really disliked this greasy-looking middle-aged man.

Seeing Zhao Zhitong, Sun Lan immediately smiled. "Tongtong."

Then, she opened her mouth and, with great difficulty, managed to utter, "Mother."

Zhao Guifen took a deep breath and then nodded. "Well, since you’re here, come in."

Her voice was very flat, making it hard to tell if Zhao Guifen was pleased or displeased.

Sun Daqing and the other children first looked at their own mothers. Seeing their mothers nod, they also greeted Sun Lan, "Hello, Auntie."

Only then did Sun Lan, carrying the gifts, walk in with a smile.

Wang Fugui kicked the mud from his shoes, tilted his head back, and strode arrogantly into the courtyard.

He first glanced around the courtyard with disgust, then looked down at the messy scribbles on the ground and snorted, "Did you all draw this?"

Sun Daqing nodded. "Yes, we wrote all this. Little Cousin taught us. Little Cousin is..."

Sun Daqing hadn’t even finished his ’300-word essay’ of praise for his little cousin when Wang Fugui’s mocking voice interrupted him.

"HAHAHA! What is this you’ve written? Are these even characters? It’s just a mess! And you’ve made the courtyard so dirty. Your parents really indulge you. Tsk!"

Saying this, he stomped his foot disdainfully, shook his head, then walked into the living room, arrogantly sat down opposite Zhao Dong, and began chatting with Sun Kang and the two uncles.

The children’s burgeoning enthusiasm for learning instantly vanished. Looking at the characters on the ground, they began to doubt themselves.

At this, Zhao Zhitong glared at Wang Fugui, who had entered the living room, then ran over to the children and said in a sweet, childish voice, "Don’t listen to him. He’s a bad man. You all write very, very well, really. Come on, let’s play the number game again~"

Sun Daqing and the others thought for a moment. Finally, they decided to believe their little cousin. They nodded happily, gathered around, and started playing the number game again.

After putting down the gifts, Sun Mei pulled Sun Lan into the kitchen, hoping to ease the tension between her and Zhao Guifen.

Gradually, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.

「In the living room.」

Seated, Wang Fugui held his head high, his face radiating an overwhelming sense of superiority as he talked volubly with Sun Kang and Sun Lan’s two brothers.

The atmosphere seemed harmonious, but that was only on the surface. The displeased looks in the eyes of his two brothers-in-law were obvious.

However, Wang Fugui seemed oblivious, continuing to revel in his own perceived superiority.

Just then, Aunt brought in freshly brewed tea. With a smile, she refilled their cups and said, "Keep chatting. The food will be ready soon."

After saying this, she walked out with a smile.

Wang Fugui leaned back in his chair, swinging his legs, and looked up at the shabby room. He then picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spat it all out the next second.

Zhao Dong, Sun Kang, and Sun Lan’s two brothers all frowned, looking at Wang Fugui with displeasure.

Then, Wang Fugui put down the teacup and said disdainfully, "Father-in-law, I do apologize. As you know, I usually only drink premium Maojian or West Lake Longjing tea. Drinking this just now... I thought it was teacup rinsing water! HAHAHA, my apologies, truly."

The room fell silent. Both uncles looked quite upset. If it weren’t the New Year, Second Uncle, with his fiery temper, would probably have smashed the teacup in Wang Fugui’s face.

Oblivious, Wang Fugui rudely fiddled with the teacup lid and shook his head. "This isn’t really tea, is it? How about this: next time, I’ll bring some premium Maojian for you, Father-in-law, and for my two brothers-in-law. Now *that’s* real tea. You’ve surely never had it. I’ll let you all try some then, broaden your horizons a bit."

The atmosphere in the living room grew extremely tense. It seemed as if Eldest Uncle and Second Uncle were about to tell him to leave at any moment.