Rebirth in the 90s: Her Counterattack and Redemption

Chapter 803: Chapter 480: Agreement / Why Are You Here?

For Luo Feng, who yearns for a leisurely life, how difficult is such a decision? He must have struggled with it for a long time, right? Luo Ye took a deep breath, and looked at Luo Feng with clear eyes: "Brother, I just want to ask you, will you be happy? If there’s no answer for now, then start thinking from this moment on. Life is but a hundred years, some things are too forced on yourself, not necessarily good."

Grandpa Luo nodded in agreement: "Feng’er, Grandpa and your parents have privately discussed your future. We hope your path can follow your wishes, and you can walk happily."

"Yes, Feng’er, mom thinks with your personality, you are really not suited to follow a political path. Before, your dad hid many things from mom. Although mom had a feeling, because of fear of confronting it, she pretended not to know.

Thinking about it now, if it weren’t for Ye’er, who knows what our family would have turned into. This matter makes mom terrified whenever she thinks about it. Feng’er, mom really doesn’t want you to go through those ups and downs that could have been avoided." Wen Xin’s eyes were also full of worry.

Luo Feng looked at Luo Zhenggang: "Dad, do you also disagree?"

Luo Zhenggang stared seriously at his son: "Feng’er, this is your own choice, dad doesn’t want to sway you. If you really decide, dad will guide you, but won’t give you too much help. After all, the road needs to be walked on your own to avoid a bigger setback in the future.

But, you need to be prepared because this road will definitely be harder than you imagine. Dad knows you want to help the family, help Ye’er, protect Ye’er, and you feel that as a brother, you can’t do worse than your sister, making her protect you.

You have this change, dad is very happy, but Feng’er, Ye’er’s personality is more flexible than yours, and she walks a different path than you. Furthermore, she can have someone to protect her, but you cannot, because you are a man. Have all these things been considered?"

Luo Feng nodded seriously: "I’ve thought about it, and thought it over many times. Dad, this is my well-considered result."

"Brother, your identity determines that even if you work hard, others will think you’re benefiting from the family’s influence. So, have you thought about how to handle this in the future?" Luo Ye asked.

"Ye’er, I know what you’re worried about. I won’t take shortcuts, but won’t intentionally detour either. I’m not that lofty, don’t worry."

Luo Zhenggang stood up and patted his son’s shoulder: "Alright, since you have thought it through, follow your own thoughts. I need to hurry to work now."

Wen Xin sighed, her eyes still filled with lingering worry. She really hopes her son won’t choose the political path, such a kind son, how can he withstand the calculations of those cunning old foxes? She is more worried about whether her son will lose direction on the way forward.

Luo Ye hugged her mom and swayed her: "Mom, don’t worry. Brother will always be the brother in your heart. He won’t change, and I’m keeping an eye on him."

Luo Feng also came to comfort Wen Xin: "Mom, you have to believe me. I am also doing this for the well-being of our family. If I get lost, then everything I do will be meaningless. Therefore, what you’re worried about won’t happen."

Wen Xin hugged her son and daughter from both sides: "Mom really regrets it. If it weren’t for dad and mom’s wrong decisions, you two wouldn’t have suffered so much since you were little..."

Luo Ye interrupted Wen Xin unhappily: "Mom, how can you bring up those old, obsolete matters again?"

Grandpa Luo also persuaded: "Wen Xin, whose kids are as understanding as Feng’er and Ye’er? Let’s not bring up the past. Since Feng’er made his decision, we as elders should support him."

"Alright, no more talking about it. This time, it’s also because of Ye’er’s matter that I’ve become sentimental again." Wen Xin stroked her daughter’s hair, "Ye’er, you won’t blame mom, will you?"

"Mom, what are you thinking?" Luo Ye rolled her eyes at her mom, "Have you been agonizing over this since you came back?"

"Ye’er really said it correctly. Mom keeps asking if she’s being too unreasonable, if she would ruin Ye’er’s happiness, and worries whether you would ignore her, not come home for New Year’s..."

Wen Xin interrupted her son’s disclosure: "Enough, you know too much."

Luo Ye glanced at the time and looked at them to suggest: "It’s almost three o’clock. Let’s go home and also do a good job arranging the house."

Grandpa Luo was the first to stand up: "Let’s go, go home. Old Song will go crazy if he can’t find me." He said, looking at Luo Ye, "Ye’er, the small tomatoes your Grandpa Song planted are just right to eat, you can go tease the old man later. He treasures those small tomatoes, even Xiangxiang can’t pick one."

Luo Ye cheerfully said, "Great, I’ll pick them all and feed them to his little great-grandson. By the way, is that little thing still so chubby?"

Wen Xin poked her daughter’s head: "Your Grandpa Song planted them to look good. If you dare pick them, watch him not use his cane to beat you."

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"Grandpa Song, be careful not to fall. Let me do it, let me do it, isn’t that enough?" Luo Ye, contrary to expectations, picked the small tomatoes for Grandpa Song, really provoking the old man to chase her with a cane, scaring her to stop and let Grandpa vent.

"Sister Ye’er, it’s delicious, I want more."

Song Meng’s son, Xiangxiang, stretched out his chubby little hand, looking unsatisfied.

Pan Jie helplessly patted her son’s head to correct him: "Call her Aunt Ye’er, you little silly!"

Xiangxiang puckered his lips, looking defiant: "She’s Sister Ye’er, because the pretty ones are sisters, that’s what dad said."

Luo Ye laughed heartily and shouted inside, "Brother Song, you’re finished, haha..."

"What happened?" Song Meng, who was busy pasting couplets with Luo Feng, ran out looking puzzled. "Ye’er, what happened that I’m doomed?"

Pan Jie looked at him with a half-smile, "Did you teach your son to say that the pretty ones are ’sisters’?"

"Well... no..." Song Meng laughed awkwardly, "A few days ago, I took my son out, and he called the Vice Mayor Liang’s daughter ’Aunt.’ I saw the girl’s face turn dark, so I taught him that whenever he sees someone pretty, he should call them ’sister,’ and he really remembered it well, hehe..."

Grandpa Luo chuckled to ease the situation, "Actually, in terms of age, calling them ’sister’ is fine. Let them call whatever they want."

Wang Qi poked her head out from the kitchen, "Ye’er, tell your mom we’re definitely coming over tonight for some fun, tell her not to be annoyed."

"No problem, my mom is hoping everyone comes over; the more the merrier," Luo Ye said as she picked up Little Xiangxiang, "I’ll take this little chubby dumpling away first."

Xiangxiang sniffed around Luo Ye’s neck and pouted, "Sister Ye’er smells good, daddy stinks!"

"Little rascal, daddy stinks, but you still want daddy to hold you." Song Meng pretended to hit him, and the little rascal immediately had tears in his eyes and wailed, "Grandma, daddy’s hitting me!"

Song Meng looked at his son crying and laughing, "My hand hasn’t even reached you yet, you little scoundrel. When your grandpa sees this, he’ll definitely scold me again."

Luo Ye pondered, considering how tough Song Fangzheng was, it’s unlikely he’d spoil kids. So she asked in confusion, "Why scold you?"

"For teaching him to be a mama’s boy."

"Pfft!" Luo Ye burst out laughing.

Wang Qi’s head popped out again, "Ye’er, you’re still laughing. Xiangxiang is so young, and your Uncle Song makes him get up early every morning to run. He says kids abroad run outside at this age. Isn’t he trying to tire the kid out?"

"Uncle Song is indeed Uncle Song." Luo Ye laughed as she carried Little Xiangxiang back home. Their houses were just across the corridor, very convenient for visits.

Wen Xin was busy with Sister Li preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner. Seeing Luo Ye carrying Little Xiangxiang back, she cheerfully dropped what she was doing to rush out, "Little Xiangxiang, come, let grandma hold you."

Luo Ye felt a headache coming on; the titles were so confusing.

"Grandma, give me a kiss." Xiangxiang stretched little hands towards Wen Xin’s embrace, his little lips reaching for Wen Xin’s face.

"Little rascal, you’re not dumb." Luo Ye poked the little guy’s forehead, "You know who to flatter."

"Xiangxiang is kissing grandma, isn’t that right?" Seeing Wen Xin joyfully teasing Little Xiangxiang, Luo Ye couldn’t resist leaning over, "Mom, you love kids so much, but I don’t think you’ll be holding a grandson any time soon."

Wen Xin patted her daughter, "Go, bringing up things that don’t need mentioning."

"I’m so relieved. I can tell, if you had a grandson, you wouldn’t have eyes for me." Luo Ye said while darting into the kitchen, "Sister Li, need my help?"

"No need, no need, just some meatballs left, I can handle it." Sister Li chuckled while shooing her away, "Dongdong is helping Miss Ye’er fold lucky stars."

"Little rascal, all mysterious, so this is what you’re up to." Luo Ye giggled as she glanced at the closed guest room door, "Never mind, I won’t expose him."

At five o’clock in the afternoon, Wang Qi and her daughter-in-law Pan Jie started bringing dishes to the Luo Family. Wen Xin watched them, half laughing, half crying, "I said long ago, we’re all set. How long do you plan to eat with so much brought over?"

"The more dishes for New Year, the merrier. These are our specialty dishes. It’d be a shame not to showcase them," Wang Qi said as she ran home again with her daughter-in-law.

At six o’clock, the sound of firecrackers grew from faint to intense. The Luo Family and Song Family, except for Luo Zhenggang and Song Fangzheng, gathered together to make dumplings, waiting for the Spring Festival Gala to begin.

Luo Ye held Little Xiangxiang, watching the brilliant fireworks outside, letting her thoughts drift...

"Ye’er... Ye’er..." The familiar call brought Luo Ye back from wherever her thoughts had wandered. She turned her head in confusion, and sure enough, the handsome Ye was standing there smiling at her.

Luo Ye was startled, suddenly jumping up, "Why are you here? What about Great Grandpa?"

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