Chapter 153 Tonight, Becoming Grandpa’s Bride (Second Update)

Chapter 153: 153 Tonight, Becoming Grandpa’s Bride (Second Update)The villagers said that Liao Xianghe was kidnapped and brought here, probably because he was sick and dying at that time, so the traffickers dumped him at the entrance of the village. On her way back from the fields, Liao’s mother saw the baby struggling between life and death and hurriedly brought him home to find the barefoot doctor. The barefoot doctor did not know how to treat him, so they took him to the city. Fortunately, Liao Xianghe had a strong will to live and managed to survive. After they saved Liao Xianghe, they could not find his parents despite asking around, so with the village chief’s approval, Liao’s mother decided to raise him by her side. For one thing, her husband had died on the front line, and she had no desire to remarry. Secondly, she felt a connection with Xianghe and decided to raise him by her side, relying on each other for survival. "Xianghe," Liao’s mother swallowed hard, "you’ve grown up too. If you have the chance, go look for your biological parents. Underneath the bottom of my box, there are clothes you wore when you were little." "Mom, you are my real mom." It is said that a man’s tears should not fall lightly, but as Liao Xianghe listened to the mother who had been by his side since childhood talking like she was arranging her final affairs, his throat felt choked up, and he couldn’t utter a sound. "Knock, knock." Xiaofeng gently pushed the door open and entered with He Ximei. Hearing the noise, Liao Xianghe turned his head and saw it was Xiaofeng. He quickly put down the apple in his hand and stood up. Liao’s mother looked over and saw a young and pretty girl. Her eyes lit up, and she made an effort to sit up. "Xianghe, who is this young lady?" It wasn’t that she was overthinking; the only reason that a girl would come to the hospital to see her at this time of day would be the one in her heart, she couldn’t think of any other reason. "Mom, this is Boss Su. Mom, from now on, I’ll be working with Boss Su. Don’t worry, I will work hard and earn more money." Su Xiaofeng had really come to the hospital to see his mother, which meant she was willing to lend him the money. This was how the employment relationship between him and Su Xiaofeng began. Liao’s mother had thought that the girl who came might have taken a liking to her son. When she heard Xianghe’s words, she felt a bit disappointed. He was well into his twenties; why didn’t any girl like him? "Such a young age and managing a factory already, truly remarkable. Here, have a seat, young lady. You are really pretty." He Ximei hadn’t expected that Xiaofeng was bringing her to see Liao Xianghe’s mother. If it weren’t for the fact that his mother was sick and hospitalized, she would have pulled Xiaofeng away by now. How did she treat Xiaofeng and the factory during the day? "Auntie," Xiaofeng placed the pastries on the table, "Xianghe is capable. As long as he doesn’t take the wrong path, his future won’t be bad. You should focus on recovering your health." Liao’s mother repeatedly nodded, "You are absolutely right, young lady. This rascal has always been tough since he was little and has never been in trouble. Now that he’s going to work in your factory, please keep an eye on him for me. If he’s not diligent, you tell me, and I’ll straighten him out." Seeing how pretty she was, she wondered if she could grow fond of Xianghe. She decided she must remind Xianghe to be more proactive and hardworking when he worked. They say intimacy grows over time, and with enough back and forth, who knows, she might take a liking to Xianghe. Xiaofeng smiled and didn’t continue the conversation. Xiaofeng didn’t know Liao’s mother well, so after chatting for a bit, she was ready to leave. Liao Xianghe got up to see her out, and as he followed her out, Liao’s mother was very satisfied. "This is a total of eight thousand, count it yourself. For the time being, you should stay home and take care of your mother. Once she’s better, you can come back to work." Liao Xianghe looked at the money in Xiaofeng’s hand but hesitated to take it, "Su Xiaofeng, I was never a good person, and I was troubling you just yesterday. Why do you want to help me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll take the money and run?" It confused him that someone who wasn’t even a friend would lend him money just because of a few words he said. Those who he considered brothers, ready to die for each other, few stood up to truly help him. "I know, if I didn’t agree to lend you the money, you might have done something drastic. On one hand, I wanted to give you a shot; on the other, I wanted to see if you genuinely wanted to change. If paying eight thousand can keep someone who can work for me, it’s worth it." She had only a few thousand on her, and she gave it all to Liao Xianghe, indeed a considerable risk. Liao Xianghe hadn’t expected her to see through even that. Taking the money, he assured, "Don’t worry, I won’t run away. From now on, I’ll work for you. If I don’t make something of myself, then I don’t deserve to be called Liao Xianghe." He had reached an age where he could no longer stand his past lifestyle. "Great, that’s what I’m waiting to hear." On the way back, He Ximei was still somewhat puzzled, "Xiaofeng, he is a thug. Aren’t you afraid he will harm us by having him join us?" "If I were afraid, I wouldn’t have helped him." Sometimes, the decision to help or not comes down to a gut feeling, "He’s not inherently bad." "That’s hard to say." For a man accustomed to loafing around, suddenly asking him to make an effort seems highly improbable. A drunken man, staggering from across them, was tall and sturdy, reeking of alcohol, with unsteady steps, clearly not having had just a few drinks. The alley was already narrow, and though three people could pass by side by side during the daytime, at night, with the other party’s unsteady gait, Xiaofeng had no choice but to stop and let him go first. The man was holding a flashlight, shining it erratically, bouncing from the sky to the ground, before the beam settled on Xiaofeng’s face. He looked at the face opposite him as if he had discovered something new: "Haha, woman, aren’t you the one your granny wanted to introduce to me as a bride?" The drunken man was Zhao Hu, the one Luo Yuzhu had introduced to her; he was tall and muscular, likely to scare off many with his mere appearance alone. "Stinking woman, why so stuck-up? Didn’t see that your lord is tired, did you? Help me home quick, tonight you’ll be my bride." Just a woman, after all, with his family’s conditions not bad, how could he not find a bride—it was a must to marry and show them. The man was a drunkard; Xiaofeng didn’t want to bother with him and was about to leave with He Ximei. Seeing them about to walk away, Zhao Hu, as if mad, came from behind and grabbed for Xiaofeng’s hair. Almost simultaneously, Xiaoqi’s voice rang out: "Master, be careful." Xiaofeng almost instantly pulled out a kind of powder from the space and threw it at him. This powder was different from chili powder, and it could potentially blind someone’s eyes. Once someone came into contact with this powder, they would itch all over for three days, scratching themselves raw before they would stop; eventually, it would heal on its own without medicine—she thought this was good to have on hand for emergencies. As soon as the man’s face touched this substance, it immediately began to itch, and with no intention of dealing with her any further, his hands incessantly scratched his face. The alcohol sobered up a bit in the process. "Su Xiaofeng, what have you done to me? Come here, I promise I won’t beat you to death." Zhao Hu normally spoke with terrifying threats, and now he was even more furious. If his face wasn’t so itchy, he wouldn’t care that Su Xiaofeng was a woman; he’d have taught her a lesson first. Another beam from a flashlight came through, and a mother and daughter approached in the darkness, calling as they walked: "Huzi, Huzi, is that you?" Hearing his mother’s voice, Zhao Hu immediately responded: "Mom, Mom, I’m here." Zhao Hu’s mother was thin, a stark contrast to Zhao Hu’s burly figure. Seeing Zhao Hu scratching his face incessantly, she was shocked: "Huzi, what’s wrong with you?" "Mom, stop them," Zhao Hu pointed at Su Xiaofeng and her companion with one hand freed: "Mom, she just did something to me, and my face is so itchy." Grandma Zhao blocked Su Xiaofeng and her companion; after recognizing her, Grandma Zhao let out a sneer: "I thought who it might be, turns out it’s you. What are you doing out here so late at night? Don’t tell me your man hasn’t come back, and you’re thinking of marrying my Huzi now." Sёarᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Look, out so late and not at home, certainly no decent man would do that. Luo Yuzhu had said her daughter got pregnant because she was dating someone. Now it seems, this Su Xiaofeng’s baby could be anyone’s wild child. "Mom, you know her?" Zheng Yue’e had heard of Su Xiaofeng but hadn’t seen her before. "She’s the one I told you about, the girl pregnant with some wild bastard," Grandma Zhao’s tone left much to be desired: "I once thought of having her marry our Huzi, but she wasn’t willing. Now look at her, blocking our Huzi on the road in the middle of the night—tsk tsk, what kind of person, eh?" In Grandma Zhao’s view, her being here at this time could only mean one thing: she knew Huzi would be passing by here tonight, wanting something to happen with him so that Huzi would be forced to marry her. Truly cunning. "How can you speak like that, you old woman?" He Ximei didn’t want to argue with a drunk, but the old lady’s words were too much. "How do I speak?" Grandma Zhao scoffed: "Out late at night instead of being at home, seducing men. Anything I say is already too kind." "What have you done to my Huzi? Why can’t he stop scratching?" Zheng Yue’e watched as Huzi’s face was about to bleed and grew anxious. Xiaofeng glanced at his face, still furiously scratching: "It looks like he’s having an allergic reaction to alcohol. Better rush him to the hospital; if it’s too late, his face could be ruined, and then it might be even harder for him to find a bride."