The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

"Snap!"

The phone was hung up.

Old Mrs. Song was fuming with anger.

That old man Wang is just as stubborn as a mule.

Just like her own old man.

Why can't he see Xiao Hui's good side?

Clearly such a good child, why can Mr. Wang say such things about Xiao Hui?

That child surely didn't want to act that way.

Old Mrs. Song found a thousand excuses for Fang Xiaohui in her heart, refusing to acknowledge any fault on the part of Fang Xiaohui.

The old lady sat in front of the phone, worrying. Aunt Li held the little girl, looking at the old lady, "Sister, have you been having some troubling matters lately?"

Cautiously probing the old lady, she also felt that the old lady had been acting off recently.

To suddenly dislike a grandson who had been cherished for over twenty years was indeed puzzling.

If Song Moting had been an uneducated troublemaker, then Aunt Li could understand, as everyone prefers diligent, upright and kind children.

Who would favor the kind of grandchildren that no one likes?

Even fingers have different lengths, not to mention one's own children.

But Song Moting isn't that kind of person, and Jiang Xiaoxiao certainly isn't either; even Aunt Li is fond of them.

Polite, kind-hearted, brave, and eager to learn and improve.

Even towards her, the family's maid, the two are very respectful. Usually, when Jiang Xiaoxiao is at home, she helps with chores, not because Aunt Li is a maid and hands everything to her, behaving like an idle overseer.

The last time Aunt Li had leg pain, Jiang Xiaoxiao specially gave her a cup of her family's secret peach wine.

Her old ailment had gotten better long ago.

From various things, it could be seen these two are good children, but the old lady seemed to have suddenly stopped liking these two, favoring instead Fang Xiaohui and Song Mohuan.

She couldn't say it was wrong for her to prefer other grandchildren.

But the preference changed too suddenly, unexpectedly abrupt, with no signs or reasons.

This affection seemed like a spell.

Old Mrs. Song grumbled, "What's there to talk about? We've been together so many years, and you've been like a sister to me. If anything happened, I wouldn't hide it from you. Look at the mess in this house now.

It's all because of Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao, why can't those two just settle down a bit? Thankless brats!"

Aunt Li nearly had her eyes bulge out.

How could such good children like Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao be called ungrateful?

Has the old lady gone blind?

"Sister, isn't it inappropriate for you to say that about Xiaoxiao and them? They are quite dutiful, always trying to make you happy when they are home. Whenever Xiaoxiao is home, she makes your favorite foods, and that's not even mentioning the concern they show for both of you in everything you like. She's afraid that skipping breakfast is bad for your liver, so she always prepares your preferred breakfast before leaving in the morning.

She's a medical student, staying up to study till one or two at night, rising at four in the morning. Preparing breakfast while revising her books. Fearing your breakfast would get cold, she even places it in a thermal container before leaving herself.

For such a dutiful child, claiming they are undutiful makes me feel so wronged for them."

Aunt Li had been working at their home for decades; even during those movement times, Aunt Li had declared herself a relative of the Song family, unwilling to leave.

She never married, had no children of her own, only a nephew.

Treating the Song family as her own.

Regarded the old couple as her family; otherwise, she wouldn't have spoken so rashly.

Old Mrs. Song's anger flared up instantly.

"Li Guimei, do you even know what you're saying? Is it your place to meddle in our family matters? You're just a maid, what do you mean by that, interfering in Song family affairs?

Whether they are dutiful or not is for me, as their grandmother, to decide. What are you to say anything?"

Aunt Li was utterly stunned by Old Mrs. Song's furious scolding.

Old Mrs. Song, known for her civility and warmth.

Always treating others with respect, they got along so well, and Aunt Li's attachment to the Song family was due to their familial-like connections.

She felt respected here, not merely like a maid.

For the first time, Old Mrs. Song had lost her temper like this, scolding her so severely.

Aunt Li's eyes reddened.

"I know now, Sister Meng, I was wrong. I'm just a maid, shouldn't interfere with your family affairs."

Hugging the little girl, she turned and went to the kitchen.

Tears welled up.

Indeed, how could she overstep like that, just a maid, even after a hundred years, still an outsider in this household.

Unexpectedly, Old Mrs. Song could think that way of her; Aunt Li always thought the old couple truly saw her as family.

But she never imagined those words coming from her someday.

Aunt Li sighed, wiped away her tears. She was wrong, just a maid should know her place.

A maid should do maid's work, never consider themselves family.

She overstepped, lost her reasoning first, not the old lady's fault.

Old Mrs. Song wasn't wrong; she's just a maid, had no place interfering in family matters.

After saying those hurtful words, Old Mrs. Song regretted it.

Listening to Aunt Li's defense of Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting ignited a nameless fury in her heart, burning fiercely, losing her reasoning instantly, with only one thought, her deepest affection lay with Fang Xiaohui.

Her most beloved child, yet not being respected within this household, out of place, unnoticed.

Aunt Li sided with Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting, what's that about?

Even when scolding a dog, you consider its owner.

Regardless, Aunt Li had no justification for siding with Jiang Xiaoxiao.

But seeing Aunt Li wipe her tears and leave, Old Mrs. Song's heart filled with grief.

That wasn't her intention; Aunt Li had lived in this home for so many years.

From childhood, she actually grew up alongside Aunt Li; they were both master and servant, sisters, playmates.

Even after the new policies, Aunt Li continued working for them at home.

Although claiming to be a relative outside, preventing accusations of exploiting the poor as capitalists.

Even during the toughest times, when food was scarce, Aunt Li went without to save grain for her and her children.

Planting grains and potatoes in flowerpots, Aunt Li helped them through hardships.

She long regarded Aunt Li as a sister, a family member.

Even pondering the future, when she would leave, to ask the children to provide for Aunt Li in her old age.

Aunt Li suffered too much all her life, having no home of her own, no children.

Devoting her life entirely to their family, if left without care in old age, it would be unjust.

Yet today, she uttered such hurtful words.

Old Mrs. Song sighed, rubbing her temples, realizing her loss of composure.