"What kind of thing is that to say!" Grandmother spat. "Yes, I wasn't close to your father, and I wasn't close to your mother either."
Zhang Yuanqing grinned and snatched the mop away. "I'll mop the floor. You should rest. I heard Chen Shu say that you and Grandfather both disliked my dad."
Back when Mom had wanted to marry into the countryside, Grandfather and grandmother had objected. A Songhai household registration was incredibly valuable—people all over the country coveted one.
The older generation had struggled for decades, only for you to marry into the countryside? Would all your descendants have rural household registrations from then on?
Had we worked so hard for nothing?
You unfilial daughter, if you dare marry into the countryside, we'll cut off all ties with you!
Back when the Queen Mother opposed the Weaver Girl marrying the Cowherd, it was probably for the same reason.
Of course, Grandfather and grandmother were fairly open-minded. They hadn't actually drawn a Milky Way between Zhang Yuanqing's parents. Besides, Mom had a forceful, fiery personality. Grandfather and grandmother probably wouldn't even have needed to take the initiative—she would have slammed the table and declared:
You two old bastards, say one more word and I'll take you to court to sever our relationship!
That was exactly the kind of person Chen Shu was.
In short, Grandfather and grandmother hadn't thought much of Dad. Zhang Yuanqing had heard both his mother and uncle mention it before.
His mother had only brought it up in passing, but Uncle had made it sound much more vivid. Uncle had said, "Your dad was sickly all day long. One look and you could tell his body had been drained dry. More importantly, he had no prospects. He couldn't sing, dance, or rap, and he didn't