An hour later, Xu Yanche finished grading the papers.
Chinese: 98
Math: 80
English: 70
Liberal Arts: 199
Total: 447.
Looking at He Jing's scores, Xu Yanche felt that she had improved considerably.
It was just that her handwriting was rather unattractive, and when answering the liberal arts questions, she had not numbered the points. Her answers were all lumped together, making him not even want to read them.
"From now on, practice with two copybooks every day. Your handwriting is too ugly. Even if we can't make it pretty, we can at least make it neat, right? And what's going on with your liberal arts answers? Haven't I told you? Number every point. Don't just lump everything together."
"Teachers have so many papers to grade. They don't have time to count how many points you answered. Mark every point for me from now on."
He Jing hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"Okay, okay."
Xu Yanche reached out and pulled over a chair, then went through all of He Jing's incorrect answers with her.
Afterward, he had her organize the mistakes so she could review them later.
He Jing had not really wanted to organize them, but when she saw the thick ruler in Xu Yanche's hand, she immediately nodded. "Okay."
A true man knew when to yield and when to stand tall.
Once He Jing had finished organizing them, Xu Yanche took out the exercise book he had compiled and began explaining it to her.
When He Yumo, Jiang Qian, and He Qing returned, they saw the scene in the study and nodded in satisfaction.
He Yumo: Not bad, not bad. He's a good child.
Jiang Qian: I knew I hadn't misjudged him. Good thing the Xu Household had no eye for talent, or her family would never have picked up such a treasure.
At dinner that evening, Xu Yanche received a call from an unfamiliar number.
Xu Yanche, who had been rubbing his foot against He Qing's calf under the table, jolted in fright.
He glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number, so he immediately declined the call.
You couldn't answer calls from strangers.
But the caller was relentless and kept calling back.
Xu Yanche: ??? Is this person sick or something?
When it rang for the sixth time, he answered.
After clearing his throat, he uttered one chilling word. "Who?"
The He family, who were eating, shuddered.
He Yumo, Jiang Qian, and He Qing all thought that He Jing must have angered him.
He Jing, who had been happily stuffing her face, received the looks from her parents and brother.
She innocently raised both hands, feeling utterly wronged.
What voice actor wasn't a little crazy?
It really wasn't me.
I'm innocent!
A somewhat irritated male voice came from the other end of the line. "Xu Yanche, you're getting bolder and bolder. You've been married over there for days already. Don't you know you're supposed to return to your maternal home?"
Xu Yanche: ??? This person is sick.
"Did you forget to take your medicine? Do I know you?"
The person on the other end said, "I'm your brother, Xu Teng."
Xu Yanche placed food into Qingqing Darling's bowl and replied disdainfully, "I'm your dad."
He Jing could not hold back her laughter.
Then she immediately shut her mouth.
Xu Teng was nearly furious to death.
He had not believed his parents when they said this younger brother of his was snobbish and rude. Now, he believed them.
He had no manners at all.
If the family business had not run into trouble, he never would have lowered himself to call an uncouth younger brother like Xu Yanche.
He glanced at Xu Ziyuan, who sat on the sofa looking at him expectantly.
His mood improved a little.
This younger brother, who had been raised by his side since childhood, was far more pleasing to the eye.
Xu Teng spoke in a patronizing tone. "The one who originally had an engagement with the He Household was Ziyuan. I wasn't home before, which was why you managed to take advantage of the situation. Now we're switching things back. Don't make me say it twice."
Xu Yanche happily ate the fish that He Qing had carefully removed the bones from. "Your face is huge. Even my family's wok isn't as big as your face."
"You saw that He Qing had woken up and was no longer in a vegetative state, so you want to switch Xu Ziyuan over here to enjoy wealth and glory."
Xu Yanche put it very bluntly.
Xu Teng flew into a rage. "Is that any way to speak to your brother?"
Xu Yanche said, "My mother's household register only has one child listed on it. If you want to be my brother, you'll have to pay. Not much—I'll give you a discount. Six hundred million."
Xu Teng felt as if he were about to die of anger. "I'm not discussing this with you. I'm notifying you. Tomorrow, I'll bring Ziyuan to the He Household and explain the situation."
"Ziyuan has received a superior education since childhood, while you're just an ill-bred person. The He Household will definitely throw you out."
Xu Yanche was not nervous in the slightest.
[This guy is so stupid. He didn't even think to ask whether anyone was beside me or where I was before saying that. He's unbelievably stupid. No wonder the Xu Household's company has been doing worse and worse these past few years.]
[Even the Jade Emperor himself couldn't save him with a brain like that.]
Xu Yanche said, "That's wonderful. Then tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you at the He Household. And remember to bring the one hundred million the He Household gave you back then. After all, that hundred million was He Qing's bride price for marrying me."
"Now that you want to replace me, the bride price must be returned."
Xu Teng sneered. "Who do you think you are?"
Xu Yanche said, "Has anyone ever told you that your voice is awful? Listening to you talk is torture. You're not suited for that forced breathy voice."
"Do you think that makes you charming? Wrong. It makes people lose their appetite."
Xu Teng slowly removed his tie. "You don't actually think doing this will attract our parents' and my attention, do you? Dream on. My only younger brother is Ziyuan."
Xu Yanche summed it up. "Deranged old man talk."
With that, he hung up and blocked the number.
The He family looked at Xu Yanche with worried expressions.
Jiang Qian tentatively said, "Yanyan, you and Qingqing have only just gotten your marriage certificate. Feelings can be cultivated. You can't make any bad decisions because of what other people say."
He Yumo said, "The Xu family won't treat you sincerely. Think carefully."
He Jing was heartbroken. "Boohoohoo, sister-in-law, if you leave, who's going to tutor me in my homework? Boohoohoo."
[Uh... I'm not dead yet. There's no need to mourn me.]
He Jing's crying abruptly stopped, and she let out a duck-like quack. "Quack."
Xu Yanche looked at them strangely. "Aren't you eating?"
[Only a ghost would give up such a great identity. If the He family isn't stupid, they won't accept that what's-his-name... no, I think he's called Xu Ziyuan.]
Only then did the He family realize that Xu Yanche had never said he was leaving. They had misunderstood him.
After dinner.
Xu Yanche returned to his room, took a shower, then lay sprawled on the bed and began voice acting.
Although the room was well soundproofed, the He family sitting on the sofas in the first-floor living room could still faintly hear wolf howls.
Jiang Qian said, "Was Yanyan traumatized? Is he learning to howl like a wolf now?"
He Jing hugged a cushion and sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking at her mother with disapproval. "Mom, that's not right. Sister-in-law is voice acting. A good voice actor needs to be versatile and capable of handling all kinds of voices and roles. Like right now, sister-in-law is voicing a wolf. Last time, he even voiced a dog and a donkey. This is nothing."
Jiang Qian's expression was complicated.
She felt that she was probably getting old and could no longer keep up with young people's way of thinking.
He Yumo leaned against the sofa, his expression dark. "Looks like the Xu Household is tired of living. They actually dared set their sights on our He Household and come right at us."
He Jing timidly raised her hand. "Is there a possibility that they didn't know our whole family was beside sister-in-law when they called?"
He Yumo irritably threw a cushion at He Jing. "Can't you be as quiet as your name suggests?"
He Jing muttered softly, "I'm only telling the truth. Dad, you're being far too authoritarian. I have freedom of speech."
He Yumo: ...Ungrateful daughter.