Su Qiao became a treasure and a God of Wealth in the villagers' eyes. Whenever she went out, someone would warmly greet her, hoping to soak up some of her good fortune.
Some even approached Tian Guihua, hoping to arrange a marriage for Su Qiao. This left Gao Jinghui's face tense for days.
There was nothing for it. Su Qiao could only drag Gao Jinghui into staying home and reviewing his lessons with her, which relaxed him considerably.
Two unwelcome guests arrived at the Gao Family that morning.
"What are you here for?"
The moment he saw them, Gao Jinghui's face darkened. He blocked them directly at the courtyard gate.
Father Gao's eyes were hostile. "Hmph. Your wings have grown strong now, and you've made such a big scene outside without even saying a word to me, your father."
Gao Jinghui knew immediately why they had come. He sneered.
"Heh. When you drove me out of the family back then, did you ever treat me like your son?"
"What? Now that I'm doing well outside, you can't stand it anymore?"
Father Gao had arrived already seething with anger, and now his temper flared even more. He pointed at Gao Jinghui's nose and cursed.
"You ungrateful bastard! Don't you know what you did back then?"
"I sent you back to the village so you could lie low. If it weren't for me, you'd have been sent to a labor-reform camp long ago."
Looking at the man he was supposed to call "Father," Gao Jinghui smiled even more sarcastically.
"Heh. So you mean I should thank you for keeping me out of the labor-reform camp?"
"Growing up, what good things had I never seen?"
"Take watches, for example. Even if they were imported, my mother bought me several. Why would I