I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 126: If Life Could Start Over

After breakfast, Feifei and Doudou went to school, and Niu Guili was also preparing to go to work in the fields with Qiao Genbao. Just at that moment, the door was pushed open, and Qiao Zhiyuan stood at the doorway, followed by Qiao Zhicai, while Qingyu was planning to go to the old house.

Then, she just stood there, dumbfounded at the doorway.

In her life, she had never really had a concept of a father and mother.

But when she saw Qiao Zhicai with red-rimmed eyes standing at the door, tears instantly burst from Qingyu’s eyes.

This was her dad.

This was Qingyu’s father!

She, Qingyu, had a father too!

Qiao Zhicai said with a choked voice, "Qingyubao, why are you standing there like a fool? Come on, let’s go see your mother, she’s agreed to meet you."

Qiao Zhiyuan was also smiling, Qiao Genbao heaved a long sigh of relief, and so did Niu Guili, even more so.

Life was getting better now, so it was high time the mother-in-law hurried back; other daughters-in-law hate living with their mother-in-law the most, but Niu Guili was different.

She had never missed her own mother this much.

And she also liked spending time with Han Xianglan.

In the countryside, it was rare to see such a gentle woman with such grace, who could also teach her children to recite ancient poetry.

In the ten miles and eight villages around, that was truly nonexistent.

She also excitedly said, "Qingyu, hurry up, today we’ll bring your mom back home. I’ll come back early from work and make you oil pancakes and sour cabbage soup for lunch."

Qiao Genbao looked at Qiao Zhicai with hopeful eyes, "Dad, can you guys come back later? If not, I’ll take the morning off and drive to pick up mom."

Qiao Zhicai waved his hand impatiently, "The two of you hurry up and go work in the fields, don’t delay the work. Even if your mother comes back, she doesn’t need you to pick her up."

He then beckoned Qingyu, who was not far away, "Why are you still standing there? Get a move on."

Qingyu smiled and quickly ran to Qiao Zhicai’s side.

"Dad, did mom really agree to see me?"

"Why would I lie to you? Besides, when would your dad ever dare to trick you?"

Qiao Zhiyuan laughed heartily.

He handed his bicycle to his brother, and Qiao Zhicai, with Qingyu riding on the back, took the long way around the big river to the next village.

At the eastern end of the village was a thatched cottage, old and worn, that seemed like it would collapse under a heavy snowfall in winter; Qiao Zhicai and Han Xianglan were temporarily living there.

Qingyu straightened her back; she had already dealt with the gossiping old ladies of the Qiao Family Team. Not to mention now, for decades to come, no one would dare to talk behind their backs.

So the only thing Han Xianglan would face upon her return were pleasing and warm smiles.

But Qingyu was still somewhat nervous.

In her memory, although Han Xianglan was a gentle and beautiful woman, she was also extremely sensitive and perspicacious.

Qingyu didn’t know if she would be seen through for no longer being the original owner of this body.

But what of it?

If heaven gave her the choice to return to her own world right now, she would turn around and leave without hesitation, but until now, she had never had the chance to leave this place, so she could only take one step at a time.

Qingyu braced herself and moved forward step by step.

Seeing this, Qiao Zhicai felt a pang of heartache; the child was still afraid.

He reassured her from the side, "Your mom’s not angry anymore, don’t worry..." Then he raised his voice in the courtyard, "Xianglan, our Qingyubao is back."

The next second, the old window was pushed open, and a face, very similar to hers, appeared behind it.

She sported an ear-length bob, her skin was pale, and fine wrinkles clustered at the corners of her eyes.

Thin and frail, she possessed a unique and unforgettable aura; one could only imagine how beautiful she must have been in her youth.

Han Xianglan stared intently at Qiao Qingyu before softly speaking, "Zhicai, wait in the yard for a while. I want to have a few words with my daughter."

Qiao Zhicai was slightly taken aback but then he nodded, "Okay, you two talk. I’ll go behind our place and cut some more willow branches." freewebnσvel.cøm

After speaking, Qiao Zhicai sauntered off with his sickle.

He didn’t want to meddle in the mother-daughter conversation.

Yet, he walked with ease and his spine was ramrod straight.

Qiao Qingyu walked past the window and pushed open the old, worn door. The thatched cottage was both dilapidated and old, with patches of yellow clay peeling off the walls one after another, but it was clean and tidy inside.

Qiao Qingyu entered the house, and there sat Han Xianglan on the kang, wrapped in a coat, her lips trembling slightly.

She kept her eyes fixed on Qiao Qingyu.

And Qiao Qingyu also looked up at Han Xianglan.

In that moment, Qiao Qingyu suddenly felt that she could deceive everyone in the world, but she could never fool these eyes in front of her.

And Han Xianglan felt a tightness in her chest.

When she left the Qiao Family Team, her daughter had been overjoyed and hadn’t even looked back to see if her mother could bear it.

Moreover, those eyes had still been hazy, as if unsure of how to face the next day’s life.

Now, face to face with eyes like clear springs, her own hands trembled.

For a moment her mind went blank.

Qiao Qingyu broke the silence, her voice hoarse, "Mom, I came to see you..."

Han Xianglan continued to gaze steadily at Qiao Qingyu.

After a short pause, she suddenly asked, "Qingyu, if life could start over, would you still marry He Xiuyu in the same way?"

Qiao Qingyu decisively shook her head, "Mom, if life could start over, I wouldn’t meet Uncle He, nor would I marry He Xiuyu in that way, I definitely wouldn’t have any entanglements with the He Family, and I wouldn’t let you be troubled. Mom, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault..."

Han Xianglan felt as if a huge stone that had been pressing on her heart was suddenly lifted.

Her expression softened gradually, and her eyes became gentle. She looked at Qiao Qingyu, but Qiao Qingyu felt a bit uneasy; it seemed like Han Xianglan was looking through her at someone else.

Could Han Xianglan have perceived something?

That should be impossible.

No matter how clever and astute Han Xianglan was, she couldn’t guess that her daughter had entered a book.

But why was she looking at her like that?

"Mom, was I wrong to say that?"

Finally snapping out of it, Han Xianglan’s voice was a bit husky, "What you said is correct. That’s my daughter, Han Xianglan."

Then she continued slowly, "He Xiuyu is a good kid, very outstanding. Now that you’ve married him, live well."

Qiao Qingyu bit her lip and said nothing.

Han Xianglan leaned against the wall, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She felt like she was going mad, perhaps obsessed, or maybe something was wrong with her heart.

The Qiao Qingyu before her still felt strange.

Although she had a pair of clear eyes, she radiated a powerful aura.

Such a strong presence came from being confident and proud.

And there was also the air of someone well-read in literature.

Could her daughter have transformed this much in just half a year?