Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 1058
Chapter 1058: Chapter 1059: Disgustingly Chased Him Away Chapter 1058: Chapter 1059: Disgustingly Chased Him Away But now things have changed, and we can only play it by ear.
Yun’s mother thought about her second child’s situation and feared that she might not be able to get away when the time came. However, it had been so many years, and now her nephew was getting married, and she hadn’t even met him yet.
“We’ll see when the time comes!”
Meng Yunhan knew, her mother-in-law must be worried about her second uncle.
But whether her mother-in-law wanted to go or not was their affair.
She couldn’t escape this cousin’s wedding.
Over in Yanhai, about half of the factory staff were retired soldiers from her uncle’s troop, and her business there was also looked after by her uncle. Having connections certainly made things easier.
Yun Hao and his son were both a bit excited upon their return and seeing Meng Yunhan.
“Mom, you’re back.”
Meng Yunhan looked up at her son who was now taller than her, “Yes, I’m back.”
Yun Hao cleared his throat and glanced at Little Huzi, his wife. Did this kid really have to be so excited?
“I’m back.”
Meng Yunhan nodded, “Yes, I’m back.”
“Mom, Dad.”
Yun’s parents saw their son, not surprised, as he came home every weekend.
“Have you eaten yet?”
Yun’s parents had already had their dinner.
“Yes.”
He thought his wife would be back in a few days, so he had dinner before coming home.
“Mom, I’m going to sleep, I have school tomorrow.” Little Huzi glanced at his dad, knowing that every time he came back, his dad would dislike it and hurry him off. He had grown accustomed to it and thought it best to make himself scarce.
Little Huzi went to shower and head to bed.
“Mom, next month, I might also have classes on weekends.” Little Huzi thought about this matter. His grades were good, so he didn’t need remedial classes, but he wanted to achieve a high score, which meant he needed to read more. Plus, he hadn’t completed a task set by his dad, so he mentioned it to his mom in advance.
Meng Yunhan remembered that in over a decade, once you reached 9th grade, you seemed to only get half a day off each week, just enough time to go home and get some clean clothes. There were also evening and morning study sessions. She had no idea how her son had convinced the teachers to let him skip those sessions.
Back then, parent-teacher meetings were rare, happening only if there were mischievous students, and those students would then have their parents called in. And in that era, the belief was “spare the rod and spoil the child.” Misbehavior was met with punishment, from teachers and parents alike.
Meng Yunhan spoke gently to Little Huzi, “You manage your own time, and no matter what your middle school exam results are, Mom won’t blame you.”
Little Huzi always felt lucky to have a gentle mother. Even Xiaowei was especially envious of him because if Brother Xiaowei misbehaved, Aunt Li would hit him, and so would Uncle Wang.
“Mom, I understand.”
Then, after taking a bath and reading a little, Little Huzi went to sleep with his grandfather.
Meng Yunhan lay in Yun Hao’s arms, talking about some of the things that happened on her recent business trip.
“The future sister-in-law is from the arts troupe, and her parents were in the same military unit as my uncle.”
Although it was possible to attend university, in that era, daughters-in-law who could dance and sing joined the arts troupe. Of course, some also went to film academies to act. The future sister-in-law joined the arts troupe due to her parent’s military service.
“Have you met her?”
Meng Yunhan shrugged, “No, I heard from Shanshan’s son, and he told me secretly.” Thinking of that child, Shanshan really had a hard time giving birth to him, enduring a whole day and night.
He was mischievous, but that’s normal for boys. Thinking of Zihao’s Tangtang, she was sweet and well-behaved in front of strangers, but once you got to know her, you would see that she fully inherited Zihao’s personality, a tomboy indeed.
