Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

Chapter 1025: Chapter 1025: The "Call Uncle" Incident

Old Sir Lian celebrates the children’s birthdays every year. Even if he can’t make it, there are never any gifts missing. As long as he’s feeling well, Old Sir Lian visits Jing City every autumn and winter for some time.

After spending years together, Tang Yue and Old Sir Lian became quite close.

"You don’t know Grandpa, do you? He would never miss seeing his two great-grandchildren," Lian Qingyang said with a grin. "Don’t worry, Grandpa is in great health. He travels comfortably by plane, and besides, he practices Tai Chi regularly, so he’s in much better shape than most elders."

"With Grandpa in good health, we juniors have peace of mind." Tang Yue glanced at him and said, "Xiao Yang, when are you going to give Grandpa a great-grandchild? He’s been looking forward to it."

Lian Qingyang begged, "Sis, I’m not even thirty. They say thirty is the age of independence; I’m not in a hurry."

He currently has no intentions of getting married.

"You’ve already established your career. Don’t you want to establish a family?" While Tang Yue thinks Lian Qingyang is still young, seeing peers around him married with kids—like Zhang Tingyu, who has also had children—she naturally hopes for Lian Qingyang to settle down and start a family.

"Sis, Grandpa and Dad said they won’t attend Shen Qingqing’s wedding." Lian Qingyang changed the topic, his dark eyes flickering. "Sis, will you go?"

"No." Tang Yue gave him a sidelong glance. Since Lian Qingyang doesn’t want to discuss marriage, as his sister, she couldn’t force him, so she went along with his topic. "My relationship with her has always been awkward anyway, and she doesn’t have a good impression of me. We aren’t even friends. She’s getting married, so I won’t attend."

"Sis, don’t you want to show off a little?" Lian Qingyang dared him. Shen Qingqing has always been prideful, her eyes practically on top of her head. Now, although Fan Ming is decent, he’s been married twice and is bald. Even with money, compared to brother-in-law Meng Siyu, it’s like heaven and earth.

His sister is just better.

Lian Qingyang quite wants to see Shen Qingqing being compared.

"What’s there to show off?" Tang Yue answered coolly, finished drinking her porridge, and took the bowl to the kitchen. Only then did she remark, "Grandpa never taught you to be humble?"

Lian Qingyang’s smile paused, "Sis, I...I just wanted..."

Before finishing, meeting Tang Yue’s gleaming eyes, he froze. Tang Yue isn’t one to show off or revel in others’ downfall. Realizing this, Lian Qingyang changed his tune. "Nothing, once Grandpa and the others arrive, they might stay a while. Should we go stay with them?"

"Of course, it’s rare for Grandpa to visit; of course, we should accompany him more." Tang Yue efficiently put the washed bowl on the rack and asked, "By the way, is the house cleaned up? Are the garden flowers still good? Grandpa will probably tinker with his flowers once he arrives, and the bedding should be aired."

"The weather’s getting colder, perhaps start the heating to ward off the chill." Tang Yue reminded him. Seeing Lian Qingyang just standing there, she said, "Xiao Yang, let’s sort it out together tomorrow or the day after; those hired might not clean thoroughly."

"Okay." Lian Qingyang nodded, internally grumbling how Sis is this two-sided—mentioning Grandpa shouldn’t come yet prepping the house for his stay.

In two days, Tang Yue and Lian Qingyang thoroughly cleaned inside and out. The house was heated, and didn’t feel chilly. Looking around the clean house, a smile formed on Tang Yue’s lips as she said, "Xiao Yang, your dad’s room is ready, along with Aunt’s and Uncle’s rooms. Don’t let Xiao Yu and Zaozao stay together; they fight the moment they meet."

"Sis, it’s fine, let them fight; fighting makes them closer." Thinking of Gai Yu and Zaozao, who is Meng Shulang, Lian Qingyang sees his younger self. He loved fighting as a child; those two haven’t stopped since Gai Yu made Chenchen call him ’Uncle.’ Zaozao defending his sibling resulted in a fight.

In that fight, Zaozao naturally dominated, leaving Gai Yu unable to ’get up.’

Four-year-old Zaozao and three-year-old Gai Yu couldn’t use full force, yet Gai Yu remembers, accumulating energy over months so that meeting again, a fight was inevitable.

When Lian Qingyang last visited, Gai Yu was still determined to take on Zaozao.

"Whoa there."

Lian Qingyang was imagining the two squabbling, only for Tang Yue to throw a pillow at him. Though not painful, he felt wronged.

"Sis, what did I do wrong?"

Lian Qingyang’s pitiful demeanor made Tang Yue resist covering her face, saying, "Lian Qingyang, you’re the president of the Lian Clan; Xincheng Computer’s assets are nearing billions, yet you’re so childish?"

"Sis." Lian Qingyang blinked.

Tang Yue’s eyes glinted, "Xiao Yan, you’re here."

Xiao Yan, Gold.

Upon hearing the name, Lian Qingyang instantly stood, "Sis, I just remembered, I have work at the office."

With that, he headed out. Only once seated in the car did it dawn on him why he feared Gold?

No, Gold is on a business trip to Su City, and won’t return for a while.

He’s been tricked!

Lian Qingyang realized, recalling Tang Yue’s exceptionally bright smile just then.

Sis is genuine.

In his heart, Lian Qingyang thought through clenched teeth, pressed the clutch, shifted gears, but before starting drove, hit the brakes. He wasn’t scared of Gold; why flee upon hearing her name?

In his mind, Lian Qingyang recalled the odd dream he had, blaming it for his unease. Without it, he’d be unaffected hearing Gold’s name.

That’s right.

Having convinced himself, Lian Qingyang once again started the car and drove away.

*

November brought very low temperatures to Jing City, but the cold couldn’t dampen Shen Qingqing’s excitement as she finally married Fan Ming.

Shen Qingqing looked at the mirror, seeing her daughter adorned in a pure white gown and flawless makeup, her lips slightly curved. Her features are stunning, both enchanting and exquisite, along with her alluring eyes, she always knew her face was an advantage. Such festive times brought out charm instead of the shy demurity of a bride-to-be.