Chapter 320: Chapter 320 Are You Having Your Period? Chapter 320: Chapter 320 Are You Having Your Period? “If you’re not keen on it, that’s fine by .” Shen Mianmian shot her a threatening glance before turning around to cook in the kitchen.
Zhou Siyu glared resentfully at Shen Mianmian’s clothes, wishing she could tear them to shreds, but rembering Shen Mianmian’s warning, she forcefully held herself back from acting on that impulse.
It was just a set of defective clothes. Once she got into university, found a job, and earned money, she would definitely buy many that were a hundred tis more expensive than this.
She didn’t give a damn about Shen Mianmian’s ragged clothes.
Although she thought this way, when she looked at the clothes on the bed and then at the ones she was wearing, she felt too disgusted to put them on.
Aunt really had a way of doing things, although kind to her, only bought her clothes during the New Year or when she absolutely had nothing to wear.
She always purchased clothes a size too large, without caring if they looked good or not, focusing only on cheapness and durability. In the past, she thought new clothes were nice-looking by default, but now, seeing Shen Mianmian dressed up, she understood what truly looked good.
Zhou Siyu felt uneasy inside, thinking her aunt was too stingy, only insisting on her studying hard and never helping her dress up. At dinner, she showed her unhappiness.
“Siyu, eat up! Have so more, you’ve lost weight lately.” Zhou Lanfang was preoccupied with finishing dinner quickly to watch TV and didn’t notice Zhou Siyu’s unusual mood.
“Aunt, I have no appetite.” Zhou Siyu put her bowl and chopsticks on the table, deciding not to eat.
“What’s wrong?” Zhou Lanfang reached out to touch her forehead. “Are you feeling unwell?”
“I’m not sick,” Zhou Siyu shook her head.
“Then what’s the matter?” Zhou Lanfang felt her forehead, which was not hot, and she didn’t seem sick. “Siyu! If sothing’s troubling you, talk to , don’t keep it bottled up inside.”
If she suppressed it and it led to illness, it would be bad for her studies.
Zhou Siyu hesitated, looking like she wanted to speak but didn’t know how to start, which made Zhou Lanfang extrely anxious. Not knowing what ca over her, she suddenly asked a question.
“Siyu, is it your ti of the month?”
Zhou Siyu was sixteen that year, and by all accounts, she should have had it by now, with so girls getting it at twelve or thirteen.
“No,” Zhou Siyu’s face flushed. “Aunt, what are you thinking about?”
“Then what is it? Co on, spit it out!” Zhou Lanfang urged.
She was impatient by nature and couldn’t stand people beating around the bush.
Zhou Siyu pouted, “Aunt, my clothes have beco so old they’ve faded. Back at school, there’s always classmates mocking for my ugly and tattered clothes, saying my parents don’t care about , that I look like a begging holess child.”
Having said that, she lowered her head in a display of self-pity that made her look especially pitiable.
“Who said that?” Zhou Lanfang’s anger flared, her expression twisting. “I’m going to tear her mouth apart, they’re the ones who look like begging holess children.”
Even though her brother and sister-in-law indeed didn’t care much for Zhou Siyu, Zhou Lanfang did!
Her affection for Zhou Siyu was no less than that of any parent for their child.
“You can’t bla others for saying that,” Zhou Siyu said with frustration. “My clothes are really a bit worn out. They’ve got holes and patches, and indeed look a bit like what a beggar would wear.”
“Your clothes are worn out? With patches?”
Zhou Lanfang was puzzled. She had never allowed Zhou Siyu to wear tattered clothes.
She wouldn’t even wear them herself, always buying new ones for Siyu instead.
“Yes.” Zhou Siyu nodded, then lifted her arm, showing a patch sewn onto the side seam.
“When did this happen? You never ntioned it!”
Zhou Lanfang felt a twinge of guilt. Lately, other than driving Zhou Siyu to school, she had been busy watching TV, and hadn’t even noticed her niece’s clothes were torn.
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