Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute Chapter 293 - 293 293 Shes Afraid of Working Herself to

Chapter 293: Chapter 293: She’s Afraid of Working Herself to Death Chapter 293: Chapter 293: She’s Afraid of Working Herself to Death Shen Jianhua jumped at the sudden noise, grateful that he and Zhou Lanfang had ceased their conversation, lest the children overheard and left him nowhere to hide his embarrassnt.

“Siyu, how did you co back so soon? Your aunt just said you went to watch TV.”

“Auntie Zhang said she saw soone who looked like you co back with sister, so I ran ho,” Zhou Siyu said with a face that had long been missing Shen Jianhua.

Shen Jianhua plastered a broad smile on his face, then asked Zhou Siyu if she had finished her howork and urged her to go do it right away, carefully avoiding any ntion of the troublemakers.

Zhou Siyu acted coy for a bit, then cheerfully returned to her room and saw Shen Mianmian doing her howork, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

What is the use of all this effort?

She will still have no chance to attend university in the future.

With that thought, she couldn’t help but take a dig at Shen Mianmian, “Sis, why bother working so hard? Do you think Uncle will let you go to university just because you’re working so hard?”

“What have you heard now?” Shen Mianmian didn’t pause with her pen, unaffected by her words.

“What do you think I an?” Zhou Siyu deliberately played coy, only wanting to unsettle Shen Mianmian’s emotions, without any intention of revealing what she had overheard to Shen Mianmian.

“Whatever you an, you an; I don’t have ti to guess, nor am I interested,” Shen Mianmian said indifferently.

“Stop pretending,” Zhou Siyu said with a sideways glance, “Your heart must be as uncomfortable as if it’s been scratched by a cat, right?”

Shen Mianmian, so eager to study, couldn’t possibly be unaffected by her words.

“Let’s just say it is!”

Shen Mianmian continued to work on her howork calmly.

Zhou Siyu: “…”

Seeing her so composed, she couldn’t help feeling disappointed.

Could it be that Shen Mianmian truly doesn’t care?

Impossible.

She must be faking it.

After studying for a while, she beca curious about whether Shen Mianmian had done the problems correctly, but as soon as she glanced over, she saw Shen Mianmian packing her howork into her backpack.

Damn it.

She finished so quickly.

Zhou Siyu snorted; if she didn’t look, then she didn’t look—who would care to see?

What does it matter if she’s really good at studying?

Without family support, isn’t it impossible to attend high school and take the university entrance exam?

…

Because Shen Jianhua only ca ho once in two months, Zhou Lanfang, sympathizing with him, made a large bowl of egg soup to nourish him that evening.

She also cooked two dishes.

Shen Jianhua felt that as a grown man, eating more or less didn’t matter much to him, so he divided the large bowl of egg soup into four portions.

Perhaps feeling guilty, he intentionally poured a bit more into Shen Mianmian’s portion.

This ti, Zhou Lanfang only glared at Shen Mianmian, saying nothing else, and even Zhou Siyu had no reaction.

Shen Mianmian found this strange, having expected a stormy evening, and yet no one ntioned Lu Siyuan again.

For things she couldn’t understand, Shen Mianmian never liked to obsess over them—she was afraid it would wear her out.

Shen Jianhua stayed at ho for three days, escorting the two to school continuously. Shen Mianmian, being small, sat on the front of the bicycle, initially feeling uncomfortable, but thinking that the man was her father, she didn’t mind it anymore.

After spending a few days at ho without encountering the hooligans his niece had ntioned and seeing that he would have to leave for work again the next day, Shen Jianhua took advantage of the dinner ti to hold a family eting.

He first addressed Zhou Lanfang, “For safety, you should keep picking up and dropping off the children for school until the end of the term.”