Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Chapter 481: Going Back to Hometown Troublesome Matter 16 [Explosive Update 10]

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Li Xiaoxia’s face froze as the school nurse spoke, and upon hearing her husband say their daughter had a fever, she anxiously rushed to the patient’s side.

Not being a true shrew, she pretended not to hear and quietly turned to tend to her daughter.

"Thank you, teachers. It’s our fault as parents for not doing our part. I’m really sorry for causing you trouble."

Fan Fengshou saw the flash of guilt that passed over his wife’s face, and he caught onto it.

Knowing it was his family’s fault, he could only politely apologize to the two female teachers and promptly paid up the medicine fee.

While their daughter was still on IV, Fan Fengshou also spoke with the parents of the classmates who had fought, seeking clarity on the responsibility. They were all very polite and embarrassed, each with a face full of apologies.

How could Li Xiaoxia, a mother deeply concerned for her daughter, accept such inconsequential verbal apologies? With a cold snort, she helped her increasingly silent daughter, who had just woken up, and left.

She couldn’t act like a shrew and argue with these people, but did they think it was over like this? If they can’t even teach their children properly, why bother working? Should just go back and play in the mud!

Several parents didn’t expect that a minor argument and playful scuffle between children would result in losing their jobs!

When Mrs. Li saw her precious granddaughter return home in such a state, she immediately became so angry that she hit Fan Fengshou several times and even kicked him out.

Fan Fengshou knew well his mother-in-law adored her granddaughter the most. Seeing Baozhen’s face swollen like a pig’s head, he was heartbroken himself, let alone the old lady!

Beaten and kicked out, Fan Fengshou felt slightly embarrassed for a moment, but then contentedly headed home first.

With his wife and daughter at her parents’ home, they would surely be better cared for than by his own absent-minded elderly mother.

Originally, Mrs. Li had a consoling attitude towards her daughter’s plight. But seeing her granddaughter provoked and treated this way at school, her heart ached unbearably. Seeing her daughter silently crying, she empathized and tears of old age began to fall.

In the end, she heaved a sigh, mother and daughter shared the same fate! Heartbroken, she avoided her husband and son and made an overseas call to her eldest sister in Hong Kong. After just a few choked-up words, she couldn’t speak properly.

Upon hearing that her niece had gotten involved with such a scumbag and that the child was suffering, her eldest sister immediately replied: she would come back at once.

Her eldest aunt knew all too well what her younger sister’s marriage was like. Not expecting her niece to undergo the same hardships, as a woman herself, she felt a sense of urgency and called her driver without delay, heading straight back to her hometown.

When Fan Fengshou returned home from his mother-in-law’s place, he found no lights on, then remembered that his own mother had gone to Qingfeng Village!

Lifting his wrist to check the time, it was nearly six o’clock!

Three hours had passed, and she still hadn’t returned? Fan Fengshou muttered to himself, not thinking much of it, and collapsed on the bed as soon as he got back to his room. He hadn’t slept well for two days and nights and was extremely exhausted—

On the other hand, Li Xiaochun, feeling uneasy after a half-hour ’roller coaster’ bus ride, stepped off the public bus. Fumbling with her blurry, aging memory and asking passersby twice, she walked for nearly an hour before finally finding the Xie family in Qingfeng Village!

"What a godforsaken place!" Li Xiaochun complained while massaging her weary legs. Yet, she had to admit, the environment of Qingfeng Village was quite nice.

Qingfeng Village, being extremely remote due to its mountainous location, had not been affected much by the socio-political turmoil of the 50s, 60s, and 70s, and the village still retained the architectural style popularized during the Nationalist era.

Most of the houses were made of stone bricks, exuding a strong and venerable old-world charm.

At the edge of such impressive architecture, the Xie family’s house was comparatively new, with its green-glazed tiles not very conspicuous among a row of gray-black antique stone houses.

But its light jade shade, positioned at the very end of the village, was memorable to Li Xiaochun.

The elderly woman, unaccustomed to walking, had trekked for nearly an hour. With the early winter chill, her aged face flushed with redness, and her breath grew heavy. Her temper started to rise.