On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Li Ye had just finished breakfast when his older sister Li Yue arrived with her family of three.
Li Ye said in surprise, "Hey, Older Sister, why did you come so early? Have you eaten breakfast? Have some with us!"
"Eat, eat, eat. I'm so angry I'm already full."
Li Yue sat down indignantly and said, "I heard that family is coming over again to acknowledge kinship? Are they going to keep clinging to us like a leech? We're trying to have a proper New Year, and they just have to stir things up until we're all restless and scattered, don't they?"
Li Ye smiled. "Calm down first. Who told you they were coming?"
Li Yue glared. "Meiwen called and told me. Xia Yue divorced Cui Aiguo last winter, and this year she wants to remarry him. Is that something to fool around with?
If you ask me, when you were in the provincial city last year, you shouldn't have saved that Xia Yue at all. You should've let her rot away in that mountain gully. Grandma shouldn't have flown over to persuade her either. That only spoiled her rotten habits."
"Why am I getting blamed too?"
Li Ye did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Back then, when he had come across someone who had been abducted in that mountain gully, he would have stepped in no matter whether it was Xia Yue or not. That was a person's moral bottom line.
Still, what his older sister Li Yue said afterward made some sense. Grandma's overnight flight to persuade Xia Yue to "turn back from the brink" might have given her the illusion that she was precious.
Otherwise, if she wanted to remarry, then remarry. Why