Chapter 63- The 90s Male Side Character (10) – Transcendental Translations

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Chapter 63

Finally managing to send off that troublesome group from the Pan family, Yu Qin let out a sigh of relief and finally had the mood to take a good look at Song Rong’s dormitory.

The dormitory building, being a decades-old structure, had a rather basic environment. The single dormitory room was also quite small, which immediately displeased Yu Qin.

She had originally thought that her daughter, after graduating from university, would achieve great things, only to end up assigned to such a tiny room?

She critically remarked to Yan Su, “Baohua, don’t you run a grain and oil store here in Sen City? Your store must be quite spacious. For such an important matter as discussing marriage, we should find a more proper and spacious venue. This place is too cramped to be suitable.”

Deep down, she harbored some doubts. Marriage was such a formal event—why hadn’t Wei Baohua personally gone to Fengshu Village to propose but instead sent a message through Jiao Cui?

His way of doing things was quite sloppy, leaving Yu Qin dissatisfied.

Over the past few years, Yu Qin had constantly heard about the Wei family opening branches here and there, but she wasn’t clear on how big their business had truly grown.

The Wei couple remained tight-lipped, only mentioning having two or three branches, but Yu Qin didn’t believe it.

With branches expanding all the way to Sen City, would Wei Baohua dare to expand like this without a solid financial foundation?

Meanwhile, Geng Xiuying maintained a stern face. Ever since the Pan family, with their seven or eight members, had tagged along to Sen City, her expression hadn’t softened.

She now deeply regretted agreeing to this marriage with the Song family. If she had known that marrying into the Song family would involve such troublesome relatives like the Pan family, she would never have relented just because her son was momentarily upset.

Over the years, the Wei family’s business had flourished, and they weren’t short on money. She hadn’t cared much about the costs of supporting Song Rong through her education. She had assumed that, after seeing the world through business, her son’s feelings for Song Rong would diminish. To her surprise, in the end, he still wanted to marry her.

“Yu Qin, this is your daughter’s dormitory. If you have complaints, keep them to yourself. My family’s grain and oil store is for business, not for your private discussions,” Geng Xiuying retorted sharply, then turned her attention to Song Rong.

It had been a long time since she had last seen her, and Song Rong had grown increasingly beautiful. In terms of appearance alone, she was almost indistinguishable from city girls.

She was wearing an apricot-colored knit sweater, loose and soft, not emphasizing her waistline. Her shoulder-length hair was tied back neatly, giving her a calm and elegant appearance.

Geng Xiuying’s mood improved slightly. As long as her son liked her and Song Rong was willing to settle down, she wasn’t the type to nitpick as a mother-in-law.

“Xiao Rong, being a university teacher is a good job. I discussed it with your Uncle Wei; our family will pay for a house for you two in Sen City so you can settle down here. Your uncle and I still need to stay in our hometown to manage the shop. If you have children, I can come to help take care of them, or we can hire a nanny. What do you think?”

These heartfelt words left Song Rong genuinely shocked.

Recently, she had overheard many conversations among colleagues about tensions between daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law. With urban housing being scarce, many newlyweds lived with their in-laws, inevitably leading to conflicts. She had expected Geng Xiuying to be a tough mother-in-law, especially since Wei Baohua was the sole son of the family, likely the focus of his parents’ devotion. But to her surprise, Geng Xiuying was quite understanding and even suggested living separately after the wedding.

Most importantly, the Wei family had the means to buy a new house in Sen City.

Previously, Wei Baohua had mentioned the same thing, but she had suspected it to be sweet talk. Coming from Geng Xiuying’s mouth, however, it carried a different weight.

She now deeply regretted her high-profile relationship with Liao Jian’an during university, which had even resulted in a child. If not for the child, she could happily marry into the Wei family and enjoy a blissful life surrounded by love from her in-laws and husband.

“Aunt Xiuying, you and Uncle treat me so well. I’ll listen to whatever you say,” she replied, lowering her head to feign shyness.

Standing to the side, Yu Qin’s eyes darted around. Good heavens! The Wei family is so wealthy they can even afford a house in Sen City?

In the mid-1990s, the idea of buying a house in the city hadn’t yet taken root for most people, especially in a large city like Sen City. To Yu Qin, it seemed utterly out of reach.

If the Wei family had this kind of wealth, why were the Wei elders still stubbornly running a small grain and oil store in town instead of moving to the city to enjoy life?

She inwardly criticized the Wei couple for being so inflexible and started plotting.

Once Song Rong married Wei Baohua, she would become his mother-in-law. As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son. Wei Baohua would have to call her “Mom,” so wouldn’t it be only natural for her, as his mother-in-law, to come live in the city?

As long as Wei Baohua obeyed her daughter, even the Wei elders wouldn’t be able to stop her, right?

Yu Qin reveled in her calculations, and her husband, Song Wei, was naturally making similar plans.

Yan Su stood off to the side, looking down at everyone. Their thoughts were practically written on their faces—how could he not see through them?

He cleared his throat and deliberately said, “Aunt Qin, I’ve already picked out a house. It’s in a slightly remote location but reasonably priced. My family pooled together funds from the next grain harvest, but we’re still a bit short. I heard your family has been doing well these past few years. Could you lend me two thousand yuan so I can buy it? Once I have the money, I’ll pay you back right away. In the future, you and Uncle Song are always welcome to come stay with us.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of everyone in the dormitory darted toward him.

Wei De opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by Geng Xiuying. She had figured it out—her son was intentionally testing the Song family. Otherwise, shameless people like Yu Qin and Song Wei would undoubtedly take over their house after the marriage and refuse to leave.

Yu Qin’s little scheme instantly shattered with a loud crack.

“Two thousand?” Her voice went shrill, and her expression immediately changed to one of evasion. “Baohua, are you crazy? Where would we get two thousand yuan?”

She wasn’t familiar with how expensive housing was in Sen City, but 2,000 yuan was enough to build two houses in Maple Village.

When Song Wei heard his future son-in-law asking to borrow money, his face showed even more disdain. “Baohua, if you can’t afford a house in Sen City, then don’t buy one. Two thousand yuan would be better spent building a house in Maple Village. Why bother coming to the city and living under someone else’s thumb?”

He had initially thought the Wei family was well-off, but now they needed to borrow 2,000 yuan to buy a house? Perhaps Geng Xiuying had just been bluffing earlier to fool his daughter.

Song Wei immediately began entertaining thoughts of calling off the engagement. After all, Song Rong had become a university teacher, was good-looking, and could certainly find a wealthier man.

At this moment, he completely forgot that four years ago, during their family’s most difficult time, it was the Wei family who had given them 1,000 yuan as a bride price to help him through his struggles.

Seeing his son testing the sincerity of the Song couple, Geng Xiuying nearly rolled her eyes. These two truly bullied the weak and feared the strong—cowering before the Pan family like mice before cats, yet full of audacity in dealing with the Wei family.

Fortunately, her son had repeatedly reminded them over the years to keep a low profile and never reveal the true scale of their business to relatives and friends, precisely to guard against people like the Song family.

“Alright, we’ll discuss the marriage another day. You two can stay here at Song Rong’s place tonight. We’ll make do at Baohua’s store for a couple of days.”

After leaving, Geng Xiuying couldn’t help but say, “Baohua, maybe we should just forget about this marriage. I see the Song family is shameless, and don’t forget the Pan family—an entire nest of troublemakers. If we marry into the Song family, we’ll never shake them off.”

Yan Su replied calmly, “Mom, you’re right. Marriage should be approached cautiously.”

“Lately, I’ve felt something strange about Song Rong. You know how she used to be very dismissive of me, unwilling to be around me. But now, not only does she want to be close, but she’s also eager to marry me, even saying it’s fine if we don’t have a new house. It’s unsettling.”

Hearing this, Geng Xiuying also grew suspicious.

She had noticed Song Rong’s attitude toward her son in the past—it had been filled with disdain, as if she wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

But now? Had she suddenly changed her mind?

“That’s why I used the pretense of marriage to invite you and Dad to Sen City—to help me figure out what’s really going on with Song Rong,” Yan Su said, a little embarrassed.

Hearing this, Geng Xiuying breathed a sigh of relief. As long as her son hadn’t been blinded by infatuation, there was hope.

“Don’t worry. With your dad and me here, no matter what tricks Song Rong has up her sleeve, she won’t escape our scrutiny.”

Geng Xiuying had thought her son would take them to stay at his store, but to her surprise, Yan Su told the driver an address, and the car took them to a luxurious villa.

As they got out, she and Wei De stared at the three-story building in shock. “What is this place?”

Yan Su took out the keys, opened the door, and led them inside. “Dad, Mom, this is the new house I just bought. Do you like it?”

Geng Xiuying, holding her forehead, looked around at the lavishly decorated interior of the villa, her mouth agape. “Where did you… get all this money?”

She knew her son had been running businesses and opening numerous stores over the past few years—so many she’d lost count. Although the stores did well, she and her husband were used to frugal living and had never considered splurging.

Yet her son had purchased such a luxurious villa in Sen City?

“I’ve been investing in some other ventures besides running the grain and oil stores. I’ve made a bit of money. This house is specifically for you two to retire in. The price wasn’t too high, so it was manageable.”

Yan Su spoke casually, “The rooms have already been cleaned. You two can rest now. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the city center for a walk.”

Even as she showered, Geng Xiuying felt as though she were in a dream.

She had thought “buying a house in Sen City” meant purchasing a 100-square-meter apartment—several times bigger than Song Rong’s dormitory. She hadn’t imagined her son would get such a large villa, complete with a garden.

“Old man, do you think our son might be involved in something illegal? How else could he earn so much money?” she nudged Wei De with her elbow.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Our son’s capable,” Wei De replied with a proud smile. “The Song family looked down on Baohua, but they’ll regret it.”

For Wei De, who had always been honest and straightforward, to make such a statement showed just how much the Song family had angered him.

In the following days, Yan Su took Geng Xiuying and Wei De around Sen City, enjoying themselves immensely, while Song Rong suffered, her head pounding from her parents and the Pan family’s incessant arguments.

The Pan family, shamelessly staying at Song Rong’s place, initially aimed to take advantage of her. But when Song Rong shoved them into a hotel and left them alone, they were far from happy.

Pan Mother managed to gather information about Song Rong’s office from the dormitory guards and housemother. Taking advantage of a moment when Song Rong didn’t have class, she barged into her office, crying as soon as she entered. “Xiao Rong, your uncle is sick. We, as old folks unfamiliar with this place, don’t have any money. Please, give us some so we can go to the hospital!”