Ignoring Yao Hui's remark, she turned to Lyu Juncheng and said, "There're still a ton of things to do at home, so I'll head back first."
As she reached the main entrance, she earnestly said another word, "Juncheng, you can't delay this matter. It's best to coax the person back as soon as possible."
Having said that, she nodded at Yao Hui and walked straight back to her own courtyard next door.
Yao Hui noticed Sister Tian ignoring her, but didn't bother to be angry. She understood that Sister Tian wanted to persuade her brother-in-law to bring Yu Xinyan, that village woman, back.
That can't be allowed.
She quickly walked over to Lyu Juncheng's side: "Brother-in-law, don't listen to Sister Tian. Since she doesn't want to come back, let her cool off for a few days, so she doesn't feel like she's a hot commodity."
Lyu Juncheng was originally a bit undecided, but after hearing Yao Hui's words, he also felt she made sense.
It's only been a few days. He tolerated her not coming home after being discharged to take care of the children. But now she's out and still wants to make trouble. If he doesn't address this issue, she'll eventually end up riding over his head.
Seeing her brother-in-law took her words to heart, Yao Hui raised the braised meat and rice wine in her hand: "Brother-in-law, look what I bought. I've heard that these days the factory tasks are heavy, and your Number Three workshop has been working overtime for several days."
Lyu Juncheng certainly knew Yao Hui's intentions. People advised him that marrying another isn't as good as marrying his sister-in-law, as at least she would care more for the children than outsiders. But when Yao Qian was on her deathbed and Yao Hui stated she'd take care of the family, Yao Qian shook her head and disagreed.
On top of that, the mother-in-law also disapproved. So he gave up on the idea.
Later, a coworker jokingly said to him, "Juncheng, why not find a girl from a nearby village? They aren't as overly ambitious as those from the city or the factory, and they're diligent and earnest. Marrying you would be like falling into a nest of blessings, and she would surely treat those children of yours wholeheartedly."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener took it seriously, and he remembered these words.
He just gave it a thought; since he was looking for someone from a village anyway, why not search in his hometown, where he knew people well, was far away, and there would be fewer troubles.
If he searched in nearby villages, with the wife being so close to her family, she might constantly subsidize her natal family, and it would be hard to manage, inevitably making the three children suffer.
Seeing Yao Hui, Lyu Juncheng's face turned cold: "Xiaohui, why have you come over again? Didn't Mom say not to have you run over here?"
Yao Hui didn't care about what Lyu Juncheng said, lightly 'hummed': "The legs are on me, and besides, as the aunt, can't I come see my nephews?"
Lyu Juncheng recalled his mother-in-law's previous words, 'Juncheng, Mom knows you've noticed Xiaohui's feelings, but Mom doesn't agree with this. She's still young and sees things too simply. Keep your distance from her in the future, even if Mom has to beg you.'
With the conversation reaching this point, what more could he say? Besides, if he really got together with Yao Hui, he'd betray his deceased wife.
Now hearing her say this, although he didn't directly chase her away, he still expressed his thoughts: "Xiaohui, I've already remarried. In the future, Xiangyang and the others will have someone to take care of them, so you don't need to trouble yourself, lest you upset Mom."
Upon hearing this, Yao Hui couldn't accept it: "Brother-in-law, what do you mean? Are you saying it's wrong for me to come see you? People say when you marry a stepmother, you get a stepfather. So now that my sister is gone, even looking at my nephews is out of the question?"
Before Lyu Juncheng could explain, she charged towards him, eyes reddening, and questioned, "You just got remarried, and you treat me like this. Are you worthy of my sister?"
Seeing Yao Hui's eyes, which resembled his wife's, Yao Qian, brimming with tears, Lyu Juncheng couldn't help but soften his tone: "I didn't mean it like that."