After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: A World of One’s Own

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: A World of One’s Own

She realized that the world was far more complicated than she had imagined, and the boundary between good and evil, in the innocence and ignorance of a child, also became blurred.

This scene undoubtedly left a deep lesson in her heart, forcing her to reassess the multifaceted nature of human nature and the importance of education.

Su Yu stood quietly to one side, witnessing this unexpected scene, a barely noticeable twitch at the corner of her eye betraying a flood of complex emotions after the shock.

Before this, her understanding of the children had been rather superficial and simplistic, never expecting that such resolve and bravery were hidden in their depths.

A warmth rushed to her heart, and she couldn’t help but marvel inwardly: Indeed, these are my children, my little heroes, defending their own world with their pure and fearless hearts.

This pride and emotion compelled her to give them an invisible thumbs up, a small gesture yet laden with deep admiration and support.

However, just as the children’s “little court” around Jiang Youfu became increasingly lively, Su Yu’s stomach chose this inappropriate moment to grumble in protest, breaking her intense focus and immersion.

The sound, stark in the quiet, made Su Yu involuntarily smile wryly.

Though her heart was filled with a desire to continue watching this “drama” played out by the children, she thought that Xixi, with her frail little body, might also be suffering from hunger.

So, maternal tenderness ultimately triumphed over the desire for entertainment, and she gently took Xixi’s warm and delicate hand, preparing to leave.

Before leaving, Su Yu bent down to whisper to Xixi, her eyes full of love and determination, “Baby, remember what Mommy told you, wherever you are and whenever it is, if anyone ever bullies you, tell Mommy immediately, okay?”

Xixi nodded earnestly, her large eyes clear as water sparkling with trust.

On the way home, the outline of the house gradually became clearer.

As soon as she stepped through the gate, Su Yu saw the familiar silhouette of Xie Xinghua, who appeared exceptionally gentle yet strong in the afterglow of the setting sun.

She was stooped beside the old well, vigorously scrubbing clothes, with water splashing around, reflecting arcs of diligent labor.

Xie Xinghua’s three daughters, like unbridled ponies, were chasing and playing in the sun-drenched courtyard, their laughter crisp and carefree.

For Su Yu, this scene was a first.

Usually, these three little figures were always following Jiang Xunzhong’s footsteps, bustling in the fields, and even when they returned, they mostly quietly hid inside the house, seldom having such free moments to run and laugh.

Su Yu thought to herself that probably only when the stern Lady Zhao was away did these children feel free to release their childlike joy and laughter.

As they entered the courtyard, Xixi’s steps suddenly halted, she stared blankly at her playing sisters, her eyes filled with longing but also mixed with a hint of strange timidity.

Su Yu sensitively caught Xixi’s hesitation and gently took the small hoe she was tightly holding, her voice soft and encouraging, “Go on, dear, go play with your sisters.”

Xixi looked up, her eyes as dark as obsidian looking into her mother’s, revealing a hint of hesitation and fear.

Su Yu’s heart was immediately touched; she fully understood her daughter’s conflicted feelings of wanting to join in but fearing rejection.

In order to alleviate Xixi’s concerns, Su Yu decided to get involved personally. She held Xixi’s small hand and slowly walked towards the group of girls who were playing joyfully, and gently asked, “Xixi also wants to join your game, would you welcome her?”

As soon as her words fell, the three girls reacted differently.

Da Ya and Er Ya were slightly shy, their gazes wandering between their friend and Xie Xinghua, who was washing clothes, as if seeking permission; whereas San Ya, the girl who had once enjoyed Su Yu’s sweet mulberries, smiled radiantly as if she had long regarded Su Yu as a close friend.

Without hesitation, she dashed over and scooped up Xixi, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and friendliness, “Of course, you can, little Niuniu. Come on, let your sisters take you on an adventure!”

This hug, like a warm bridge, instantly narrowed the gap between the sisters.

Watching Xixi gradually blend into the sisters’ sea of laughter under San Ya’s lead, Su Yu felt an indescribable sense of relief.

She remembered her own lonely, supportless childhood without playmates or such warm scenes, and a complex wave of emotions rose in her heart.

She nodded gently towards Xie Xinghua to show a mutual understanding and support that required no words, and then Su Yu turned around and stepped into her own corner of the world.

The air inside the house seemed to freeze for a moment; as Su Yu crossed the threshold, a faint melancholy spread.

Her gaze fell on the piles of clothes resembling mountains, those diapers stained with traces of time, silently speaking of a mother’s endless toil and sacrifice.

A pang of sorrow surged in Su Yu’s heart, and she wished Xie Xinghua would learn to stand up, to fight for even a little breathing room for herself and her children.

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In this household, simply enduring passively would only cause the children to repeat the fate of the previous generation, becoming the cheap labor in the eyes of Lady Zhao and Fang Qin that could never escape.

Su Yu knew well that changing all this required not only courage but also hope for the future and relentless effort.

Jiang Ziling sharply caught the subtle emotional fluctuation in her brows, his gaze filled with tender care, he softly inquired, “What’s wrong? Why the soft sigh? Is there something troubling you?”

Su Yu forced a slight smile and whispered in response, “It’s nothing, just my stomach protesting, feeling a bit hungry.”

As she moved towards the stove, Su Yu was surprised to see Jiang Ziling had already steamed the rice until it was fragrantly wafting and the steam swirled, with the tender rice grains appearing to dance.

“Your leg…”

Her tone full of concern, “Why bother with these things?”

Jiang Ziling turned around, a gentle smile on his face, his eyes sparkling with determination, “Don’t worry about me, I know my limits. Although my body is inconvenient, being idle would only make me restless. Doing something makes me feel that life is full and meaningful.”

After listening, Su Yu gently nodded, her eyes filled with empathy and affection, “Alright, but remember not to overdo it.”

With the rice ready, dinner preparation was greatly simplified; Su Yu only needed to cook a few simple dishes.

Her eyes turned to Jiang Ziling, who was sitting at the table, fully engrossed in sewing shoe pads. His hands, once clenched around a sword hilt, casting forth his spirit, were now nimbly threading between needle and thread, like a delicate painting, making Su Yu unconsciously sit down beside him, gazing intently.

She rested her chin on her hands, her eyes reflecting Jiang Ziling’s focused figure. This tranquil and warm scene, like a fusion of cold steel and gentle water, was beautifully moving.