Noble Son-in-Law - Chapter 7.2

Chapter 7.2
Shen Qushenge looked at his granddaughter’s cunning little face and said coldly, “You are sophistry. You dare to contradict your elders at a young age. What’s wrong with that? In Qingqing, the Shen family is frugal. The three brothers and six sisters above you can do it; why can’t you?”
The old man got angry, but Shen Qingqing thought of her grandmother’s words.
Grandma said that if she wanted to fight for something with her grandfather, she had to be tough to the end. Once her timidity was revealed, she would never be able to turn around.
Raising her chin, Shen Qingqing said unconvincedly, “Brothers and sisters have other hobbies. I only love makeup. My grandfather is very knowledgeable. Doesn’t he understand the principle of teaching students according to their aptitude?”
‘The little girl still dares to talk back?’ Shen Qushenge’s eyes widened, and he became really angry. “You love vanity and talk nonsense; is this how your father taught you?”
After saying that, Shen Qushenge shouted out the door, Hu Cheng, call the third master over!”
Hu Cheng, Shen Qushenge’s personal steward around him, didn’t dare to delay after hearing this and left in a hurry.
Hearing the footsteps of Hu Cheng leaving, Shen Qushenge looked at his granddaughter again but was shocked to see the little girl looking at him with tears in her almond-shaped eyes.
“Grandpa scolded me; I’m going to find grandma!” After confirming that the old man saw her tears, Shen Qingqing pursed her lips and ran away crying.
Shen Qushenge: “…”
He had taught three sons to take care of more than a dozen grandchildren, but this child was the first one to dare to run away without his permission!
“Come back!” Shen Qushenge shouted, slamming the table.
But Shen Qingqing ran away long ago, and no one paid attention to him at all.
Shen Qushenge was furious. Ever since he started a family, he had always been the one who ruled the family, except…
Mrs. Song’s sarcastic words appeared in his mind, and Shen Qushenge’s anger suddenly stopped. ‘Wait, where did XiaoQi just say she was going?’
[Tl: – Just a reminder: Mrs. Song is Shen Qushenge’s concubine, aka Shen Qingqing’s grandmother.
Shen Qushenge immediately walked out and walked to the door of the hall, remembering that he had already sent someone to call the third child.
Pursing his lips, Shen Qushenge stepped back with a sullen face.
In the third room, Shen Tingwen had just returned from the household department and was checking Shen Wang’s homework. Hearing that the old man called him, Shen Tingwen did not dare delay, leaving his youngest son behind and going to see his father.
On the way, Shen Tingwen asked Hu Cheng, “I wonder what father called me for?”
Hu Cheng and Shen Qushenge were close in age, and he had watched the three Shen brothers grow up. At this moment, he quietly reminded her, “The master advises the seventh girl. The girl is frugal, and the seventh girl refuses to listen.”
Shen Tingwen suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his back. What a sin! He couldn’t control his daughter when he was in Suzhou, and now he would be controlled by the old man!
Now that he knew what was going on, when he arrived at the main courtyard, as soon as Shen Tingwen entered the hall, he kneeled to the old man sitting on the main seat, kowtowed, and said, “Father, it’s all because of my son’s lax discipline. Even if Qingqing does whatever she wants, my son knows I’m wrong; please punish me, father.”
Shen Qushenge was scolded. “You really deserve to be punished. Look at how your two brothers raised their daughters. Which one is as extravagant as Qingqing?”
Shen Tingwen lowered his shoulders. “My son is incompetent. I will discipline my daughter strictly when she comes back.”
Shen Qushenge was very angry, but his son was now a father. He could no longer slap his son’s palms or punish his son to kneel in the ancestral hall.
“Qingqing has gone to Tongyuan; please take her back quickly.” Shen Qushenge said it coldly.
Shen Tingwen responded repeatedly, walked out of the main room, and then hurriedly went to pick up his daughter.
Shen Qushenge was sulking alone in the room.
Two-quarters of an hour later, it was getting dark. Hu Cheng looked inside and asked in a low voice, “Master, are you still going to Tongyuan tonight? If not, I will ask the kitchen to prepare food.”
After his wife’s death, Shen Qushenge stayed in Mrs.Song’s Tongyuan almost every night. Over time, the kitchen here became just a decoration.
Shen Qushenge was sulking and wanted to find someone to talk to. His son and daughter-in-law each had their own families, and the Song family was his only choice. Moreover, Shen Qushenge also wanted Mrs. Song to help take care of her little granddaughter. He was a grandfather, and the children were afraid of him. What if he made the delicate little granddaughter cry if he spoke a little too harshly?
After much thought, it was more appropriate for Song to step forward.
So, Shen Qushenge went to Tongyuan under the cover of night.
Mrs. Song had just sent her son and granddaughter away when she heard that the old man was coming. Instead of welcoming him out, Mrs. Song sat down in front of the dressing table.
Shen Qushenge opened the curtain, came in, and saw Mrs. Song sitting with her back to him, holding a comb in one hand, and slowly combing her long black hair. The room was so quiet that Shen Qushenge unconsciously stepped lightly and got closer. He saw Mrs. Song in the mirror. Her eyes were empty as if she were thinking about something.
Shen Qushenge coughed.
Mrs. Song finally reacted and looked back. She didn’t say anything, and she continued to comb her hair.
Shen Qushenge asked suspiciously, “What’s wrong?”
Mrs. Song remained silent.
Shen Qushenge frowned, and just when he was about to ask, Mrs. Song suddenly raised her eyes, looked at him through the mirror, and asked, “Master, am I still beautiful?”
Shen Qushenge:…
‘We are an old couple; why are you asking now?’
Their eyes met in the mirror, and Shen Qushenge saw Song’s beautiful eyes. They may not be as sparkling as when they were young, but they have become peaceful over time.
He turned sideways instinctively.
However, no matter how fast Shen Qushenge turned, Mrs. Song still saw his face quickly turning red.
She laughed silently.
End of chapter 7
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