Transmigrating to the 80s to Become Stepmom to Five Bigwigs

Chapter 262: I Think It Doesn’t Matter If Daddy Is Dead Or Not

“I’ll write a reply later and send it tomorrow.”

“Then they should be very happy.” Little Bei helped Shao Xi arrange the other envelopes. “Will there be more and more of these letters in the future? Will there be so many that we won’t be able to finish them all? Will there be no place to put them?”

“Let’s try our best to read as many as possible. If there’s really a lot, so much that there’s nowhere to put them, then I’ll build a new house or buy one. When the time comes, we’ll save them together.” Even if a letter was a scolding, just like his mother had said, it had been written for him. If he retorted, he would forget about it instead of throwing it around.

Little Bei’s eyes lit up. “Ah, that’s a good idea. I’ll do that in the future.”

Shao Qihai came in as they were chatting happily. “What are you talking about that’s making you so happy?”

“We’re replying to letters. Brother wants to reply to his readers’ letters.”

Shao Qihai looked down and saw the letter at the very top. His gaze suddenly froze as he abruptly picked it up.

“This address… Shao Xi, how did you manage to contact this person? Didn’t I tell you not to make any contact? Where did you get this address?”

Shao Xi was stunned when he saw Shao Qihai’s serious expression. He looked at the letter again. “Dad, what are you saying? What’s wrong? I’m just writing back to a reader who wrote to me.”

Shao Qihai paused. “It’s a letter from a reader?”

“That’s right. Didn’t I say just now that I wanted to read the letters written by my readers?” Shao Xi looked at Shao Qihai and took the envelope in his hand. “Dad, what did you mean by what you said just now? Why did you say that I can’t make any contact with this person?”

“Nothing, I saw wrong. It’s nothing.” Shao Qihai’s gaze was conflicted. After denying it, he left with a complicated gaze.

Shao Xi and Little Bei looked at each other, and their gazes turned to the envelope in their hands. “There’s something fishy about Daddy’s reaction.”

“Yeah, what do you think he meant?” Little Bei was puzzled.

Shao Xi frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know either…” At this point, Shao Xi suddenly paused, recalling what had happened.

He seemed to have guessed why Shao Qihai’s reaction had been so strange just now. Shao Xi looked at the tender words on the envelope, and his gaze became complicated too.

Little Bei was anxious. “What? Second Brother, you’ve recalled it. Tell me what happened.”

“No, I don’t remember anything.” Shao Xi casually threw the envelope aside. “It’s late. Go back and go to sleep. When your letters arrive, I’ll read them with you.”

Little Bei felt that Shao Xi was hiding something from her, but since he refused to tell her, she could only leave.

After Little Bei left, Shao Xi pounced on the bed and opened the letter that he had tossed aside previously. This was the second time they had corresponded. Previously, this reader had sent another letter, and Shao Xi had chosen to reply because this little reader had said that her father had left.

The young reader had said that she didn’t like her father because he was never at home. He would disappear every now and then and always hang out with the wrong crowd. Because of this, her mother cried a lot and had almost brought her away from her father.

However, before her mother could do it, her father had suddenly died. No one knew what had happened. When they’d received the news, they had seen his corpse.

Later on, while packing up her father’s belongings, they’d found two bank savings account books. One was for her mother, and the other was for her. He hadn’t left a single word behind, only enough money for them to live well. It was at least enough to provide for her until she grew up.

Later on, her mother had taken her and moved to an unfamiliar place. She wasn’t used to this place because the people there liked to put vinegar in their food, and she didn’t like the taste of vinegar.

This little reader had written all these things incoherently. When she didn’t know how to write certain words, she’d even used pinyin or drawings to replace it. She’d said that she had accidentally come across Shao Xi’s book and liked it very much, so she had written him a letter.