Chapter 111: Couple Outfits
Although Bai Jinan wasn’t entirely to blame for hitting someone, Yun Qinghuan still punished him by making him write an extra page last night—to train his temperament. He was just too impulsive.
In the original novel, Bai Jinan, as a villain, always got caught in trouble because of that very impulsiveness.
She had to take precautions before it got worse.
Seeing the little guy quietly lying on the table writing, Yun Qinghuan paused for a moment and also took out a sheet of paper to write on.
Originally holding the pen in her right hand, she stopped for a second, then switched the pen to her left hand and began writing.
The characters on the paper were obviously crooked and clumsy, completely different from her usual elegant handwriting—it didn’t even look like the same person had written it.
Thinking about what happened with Lu Juan today, she still felt uneasy. She had to do something.
The next morning, just after waking up, Yun Qinghuan was about to wear her usual faded clothes. But remembering she was going to back up her son in front of Pangbao’s mother, she changed her mind and pulled out her new clothes—a green short-sleeved shirt and a pair of straight-cut beige trousers. She even tucked the shirt neatly into the pants.
She casually tied her hair into a high bun, letting a few wispy strands fall over her forehead, revealing her delicate and refined face. Picking up the mirror, she saw a fresh and youthful figure—no different from a college student.
She smiled, put the mirror down, and was about to go out when the little guy groggily crawled out of bed, his eyes still sleepy.
Seeing him in worn-out short sleeves and shorts, Yun Qinghuan immediately said, “The new clothes you washed last night should be dry. I’ll get them for you to change into. Today, both of us will wear new clothes.”
Hearing this, An’an suddenly snapped awake. He smiled brightly, looked at her, and sweetly said, “Mommy, you look so pretty today.”
“Oh? So I don’t usually look good?” Yun Qinghuan teased.
“Mommy is always beautiful, but today you look especially pretty!” The little guy responded quickly—maybe it was a boy’s natural survival instinct.
Yun Qinghuan chuckled. “Sweet talker.”
She opened the door to get the clothes drying in the yard.
As soon as the door opened, she was stunned to see her mother-in-law and brother-in-law outside.
Surprisingly, both of them were also wearing the new clothes she had bought.
They were neatly dressed and looked refreshed.
Especially Bai Naihan—though still using a crutch, his walk looked steadier than ever. He wore dark green trousers and a white short-sleeved shirt. He looked even more upright and handsome—so much that it was hard to look away.
Yun Qinghuan snapped back to reality and subconsciously glanced at her own outfit—the dark green shirt and beige trousers. She hadn’t thought much when she bought them, but now it looked like they matched too well with Bai Naihan’s.
If it were modern times, people would instantly say they were wearing couple outfits.
Both of them noticed Yun Qinghuan too. Her mother-in-law was the first to speak. “Qinghuan, you’re up early today. That outfit looks so good on you.”
She truly looked graceful. Liu Yuzhi had never seen a girl as pretty as her daughter-in-law.
(Of course, she hadn’t met many girls from outside either.)
“You look great in your outfit too, Mom.”
“Of course! I even told Naihan to wear the new clothes. We’re going to confront Pangbao’s mother today to defend our An’an’s dignity. We can’t look shabby.”
While drawing water from the well to wash up, Liu Yuzhi asked if she needed to wash up too.
Yun Qinghuan smiled. “It’s okay, Mom. You go ahead. I’ll get the kid dressed first. Since everyone’s in new clothes today, he has to join in—he’s the main person, after all.”
“That’s true.” Liu Yuzhi laughed.
After Yun Qinghuan went back inside with the kid’s clothes, Liu Yuzhi looked at her son, eyeing his outfit. “This outfit looks so familiar.”
Of course it did.
It was almost identical to Yun Qinghuan’s—just that the shirt and pants’ colors were swapped.
Bai Naihan chuckled. “Maybe because it’s a common style. A lot of the educated youths in the village wear pants like these.”
It was true—army green pants were popular. Practically every male and female educated youth had a pair.
And white shirts too. Like Gu Mingliang, who liked wearing white shirts and glasses to look scholarly—it made him quite popular with girls.
Liu Yuzhi blinked, feeling like something was off with her son’s words but couldn’t pinpoint it.
So she gave up thinking and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. Seeing Bai Naihan still standing there, she snapped, “Don’t you have eyes? Get over here and start the fire.”
She was unusually annoyed with her son today, so her tone was a little sharp.
Bai Naihan, clearly used to his mother’s temper swings, calmly stepped into the kitchen to stoke the fire.
That morning, Liu Yuzhi made breakfast. She didn’t go to work in the fields—partly because the weather was hot and there wasn’t much to do in the fields now, and also because she wanted to stand up for her grandson.
After breakfast, as the family was about to head out, Granny Chen and her daughter arrived, dragging along Wadan.
Yun Qinghuan was shocked when she saw Wadan—the child looked worse than An’an, with bruises all over his face, and even a piece of skin had been scratched off by someone’s fingernail.
Wadan was being dragged along by his mother, clearly reluctant. He protested, “Mom, I won the fight! This is so embarrassing.”
He was still young but very concerned about saving face.
When they passed a few villagers on the road, he covered his face so they couldn’t see.
Wang Zhuyun scolded him, “You still care about face? If you did, you wouldn’t have gone out to fight! If you really won, then why is your face all beaten up?”
She kept dragging the squirming kid who was trying to run at every step.
Granny Chen waved at Yun Qinghuan. Once they got close, she explained, “Wadan came home all beat up last night. It’s clear he was in a fight, but no matter how we asked, he wouldn’t talk—he just kept saying he won, and anything else would be betraying his brothers. Since Zhuyun knew Wadan had gone out with An’an yesterday, she thought we’d come over and ask.”
Granny Chen sounded helpless. Her grandson was way too mischievous—he even managed to get into a fight just by going out to play.
Yun Qinghuan exchanged glances with her mother-in-law, then looked down at An’an.
Meanwhile, Wadan shouted boldly to An’an, “An’an! Don’t tell them anything! We’re loyal bros—you can’t betray me!”
He struggled wildly in his mother’s grip as he shouted.
Bai Jinan opened his mouth to speak, then looked helplessly at his silly little friend.
Yun Qinghuan was also amused.
Wasn’t it obvious? Wang Zhuyun came to ask in person, and it was likely some villagers had seen the fight yesterday too.
At the very least, Pangbao’s real mother definitely wasn’t the type to let it go easily. With both kids this injured, Pangbao probably didn’t get off lightly either. She definitely wouldn’t let it slide.
Just as Yun Qinghuan was about to explain the situation to Wang Zhuyun, speak of the devil—there she came.
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