Rebirth Counterattack with Space

She really wasn’t worried.

Lu Yun found it both funny and exasperating.

So, there had been a plan in mind all along? Was the knack for plotting hereditary, after all?

A chip off the old block, weren’t they? The older and younger generations of the Lu family were all alike? Lu Yun suddenly understood Zhang Min—Grandma had indeed had a tough time over the years. On the surface, it seemed like Grandma had the upper hand, but in reality, she probably couldn’t outwit Grandpa’s scheming ways.

She couldn’t really get angry with Grandpa, but she could take it out on Shitou. Thinking this, she glared at Shitou, only to find him holding those two marriage certificates, looking foolish as he grinned...

Hmph, some nerve—

Lu Yun stretched her hand under the table to covertly pinch him as a way to vent, which earned her his innocent puppy-dog eyes.

Pei Qingyuan couldn’t help chuckling to himself, pretending to see nothing and turning his head away. As the saying goes, "Turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to make a good family head." These matters of young love were better left untended by him, lest he become the bad guy. Thinking so, Pei Qingyuan watched Shitou’s antics with a particularly clear conscience.

When the three returned from the study to the living room, Zhang Min was already there, and Ding Luoluo had also appeared. An additional rocking crib graced the room, where the third generation of the Pei family, Pei Xin, lay inside. Dressed in a bright red bellyband, with a towel draped over her little tummy, she lay there gazing around with curious round eyes. Her small arms and legs were exposed outside, plump and fair, utterly adorable.

After exchanging pleasantries with Ding Luoluo for a bit, Lu Yun looked into the crib. With just one glance, she became fond of little Miss Pei Xin. However, having never held such a small baby in both her lives, she felt timid and dared not pick her up.

Instead, she took out the gold lock Shitou had fashioned last night using his spiritual power to amuse Xiaobao. Once Pei Xin caught sight of the gold lock, she was extremely fascinated and grabbed it with her little hands, refusing to let go.

When Ding Luoluo saw the gold lock, she laughed, "That’s way too precious. How much gold was used to make this?"

Zhang Min leaned over for a closer look. The gold lock was shiny, engraved with the characters for "long life and prosperity," and sported three golden bells that looked extremely delicate but not overly large or garish. However, the chain, composed of tiny gold beads, seemed rather long, suggesting it was quite heavy.

After a few glances, Zhang Min laughed, "Where did you find the craftsman to make this? The craftsmanship is indeed rare and good."

She knew about Shitou and Lu Yun’s net worth and, seeing their affection for their granddaughter, she didn’t fuss over whether the gold lock was too light or too heavy.

"Granny, you have excellent taste. You also think the craftsman’s skill is good, right? If you like, I can ask him to make a set of jewelry for you to wear daily in a few days," Lu Yun offered happily to Zhang Min after glancing at Shitou.

"Sure, I still have some gold bars. I’ll give them to you later. Just have that craftsman make several pieces of jewelry for each of us to wear regularly. They should be delicate but not coarse; coarse jewelry is only good for being family heirlooms, at most to be taken out for a glance at home."

Zhang Min sized her up with a chuckle, "With the remaining gold, make a gold neckband, the kind with layers of gold lock pieces, and add a gold crown and three pairs of broad-edged dragon and phoenix bracelets. When you and Shitou get married, you’ll wear the ancient-style embroidered red wedding dress, and with those accessories, you’ll look joyous and beautiful for sure."

"Granny, are you saying this because you’ve seen someone dressed like that in the past? It sounds so straightforward when you describe it, but will the jeweler catch your drift? If you could draw, it would be great if you could sketch the designs of the jewelry..."

As soon as the topic of jewelry came up, Ding Luoluo became excited, leaning in to discuss with Zhang Min in a twitter of excitement, showing no signs of pretending or any discontent about Zhang Min’s intention to use so many gold ingots to make jewelry for Lu Yun.

Lu Yun began to blush, "Isn’t the wedding still a long way off?"

"What do you mean, ’a long way off’? It’s best to have these things prepared early so you’re not in a rush. Sister-in-law, you don’t know, last time you suddenly rushed to get engaged, grandmother didn’t have any ready-made jewelry and was really anxious. In the end, she had to hurriedly buy some ready-made pieces, and she still complains that they weren’t quite right."

Ding Luoluo remembered Zhang Min’s frantic state and couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.

"Exactly, these things should be prepared early. I’ve been on the lookout too, just haven’t come across anything good. Rumor has it that the craftsmen in Xiangjiang are quite skilled. It’s a pity--"

Zhang Min expressed strong approval of Ding Luoluo’s notion of early preparation. She sighed as she reminisced, "Actually, the gold in the jewelry is the least valuable. The precious parts are the jade, emeralds, gemstones, and such, but those high-quality pieces are hard to come by."

"Grandma, if Shitou and I come across any, we’ll get some for you," Lu Yun offered, thinking of the piles of such items in her space. She had never found them rare; on the contrary, she thought they weren’t top quality. Hearing Zhang Min say this, she intended to take a few pieces to show her respect.

"Silly child, your grandmother hasn’t given you anything yet. How could I ask for more from you? If you come across any, just keep them for yourself, whether to wear or to save for your future children. I don’t like all that gold and jade stuff; it’s burdensome and I never wear it. It’s useless for me to hold on to them. But it suits you young people to play around with them—don’t be too plain."

Zhang Min noticed that Lu Yun hardly ever wore any jewelry and guessed she might also not be fond of such things, a trait quite similar to her own.

"That’s right. You should wear more jewelry while you don’t have children. Once you do, you’ll hardly get the chance to wear any."

Pointing to Xinxin, who was still happily clutching a gold lock and laughing gleefully, Ding Luoluo laughed and said, "Nowadays I don’t dare wear those, for fear my child will grab them and refuse to let go."

Zhang Min and Lu Yun joined in the laughter.

Lunchtime arrived quickly, and the end of the meal meant that Lu Yun and Shitou would have to leave.

Sitting at the dining table, Zhang Min sighed. Their time together was too short, yet she couldn’t possibly stop them from returning to the Lu Family. After all, the Lu family hadn’t seem them for months and must be missing them terribly.

"You’ve finally come back for a visit, but your second uncle is busy with work and just can’t take a break, so he can’t come back. Pei Kun left on a mission a few days ago, and there’s no telling when he’ll be back. Who knows when we’ll next see you again."

"..."

Lu Yun and Shitou were at a loss for words, as the matter of staying or leaving wasn’t something they could just decide on their own. Thus, at this moment, they found themselves speechless.

Fortunately, Zhang Min was well aware of this, and although she was briefly sentimental, she soon changed the subject to recount some of the interesting things that had happened in the Capital City during their absence.

The meal was filled with constant laughter, creating an especially harmonious atmosphere.