Chapter 590 - 620: Making Things Difficult for Her at Every Turn
Chapter 590: Chapter 620: Making Things Difficult for Her at Every Turn
Li Xiaomei, of course, was upset.
Shen Feng frowned as well. Having to mediate between the two of them was making him extremely frustrated.
He used to be able to hide out at his place in the Rose District, but now, the moment he returned, he was met with the sound of a crying baby and Lin Nian’s sour expression. It only made Shen Feng more agitated.
But if he didn’t want to go back to the Shen family home and couldn’t return to the Rose District, where else could he go?
Having vented a little, Li Xiaomei felt a bit better. Seeing Shen Feng walking out with her, she asked, "Xiao Feng, where are you going?"
"Oh, I’m heading to the paint factory. I’m supposed to start work today."
Li Xiaomei felt relieved. "Going to the paint factory is great. In a few years when your dad retires, the whole place will be yours."
"I don’t want the paint factory," Shen Feng said with a frown.
He knew that Shen Yi had already started an electronics company, which was supposedly doing very well. Electronics was a promising field, and Shen Feng wanted to prove that he was in no way inferior to Shen Yi.
His reason for going to the paint factory wasn’t to take it over, but to talk with Shen Zhengfeng. He wanted to ask for an investment so he could start his own company.
’But there’s no need to tell my mother about this for now.’
’She wouldn’t understand anyway.’
Li Xiaomei didn’t think much of it. She decided to go meet her cousin for some beauty treatments, feeling she hadn’t been sleeping well lately and was getting more wrinkles.
However, as mother and son looked up, they saw Qin Jiao walking toward them.
The weather was starting to get warm. Qin Jiao wore light blue jeans and a white short-sleeved T-shirt, with a small, fingernail-sized "JY" embroidered on the cuff in colored thread.
The initials for Shen Yi and Qin Jiao.
With no makeup on and her long hair casually tied back, her already gorgeous features now exuded a subtle, gentle aura, a new softness brought on by her pregnancy.
Shen Feng took one look and stopped in his tracks.
Li Xiaomei’s expression soured the moment she saw Qin Jiao. Having been put in her place by the young woman more than once, she now felt a reflexive flicker of fear in her heart, in addition to her usual disgust.
Qin Jiao, of course, had no intention of greeting them. She walked right past them and into the residential community.
Only after Qin Jiao was a good distance away did Li Xiaomei whisper to her son, "Compared to her, I still think Lin Nian is far more obedient and sensible. She probably just hasn’t rested well since giving birth. You should show her a little more concern when you get a chance."
Shen Feng mumbled a noncommittal reply, his eyes glancing back toward Qin Jiao one more time.
He remembered those dreams of his—the ones where he had married Qin Jiao, but his mother had never liked her.
She made things difficult for her at every turn, picking on her constantly.
Later, she even used Qin Jiao’s inability to have children against her.
Shen Feng was now starting to feel that those events must have happened in a past life. Qin Jiao wasn’t with him in this life because she had been so unhappy with him in the last one.
’And could Qin Jiao’s unhappiness have been related to his mother?’
At this thought, Shen Feng shot his mother a cold glance before turning to leave.
Though Qin Jiao found that family thoroughly unpleasant and distasteful, she wasn’t about to waste too much of her energy on them.
She had too many other things to do.
It might be impossible to find out who made the malicious report, but it was likely connected to those other restaurant owners. Besides, Qin Jiao was already planning to open another restaurant.
North City had plenty of restaurants serving northern-style cuisine, but almost none that offered southern, Hong Kong-style dim sum. Qin Jiao had already asked her parents, and they knew how to make it. They even knew some old friends who were also skilled in that craft.
She could open a dim sum restaurant, and the little snacks could also be packaged for takeout.
She carefully recalled all the dim sum she used to eat: custard buns, walnut buns, sticky rice in lotus leaf, siu mai, rice noodle rolls, BBQ pork buns, egg tarts... Suddenly, her mouth started to water. ’I’m craving them so much! It’s been ages since I last had any!’