Chapter 7 - In My Dictionary, There Is No Such Word as Concession

Chapter 7: In My Dictionary, There Is No Such Word as Concession

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

They were both the keepsakes left behind by her mother: a violin and a brooch.

Her mother Jing Ruyue used to be a violinist famous at home and abroad. Later, she gave up her music career and joined the entertainment business to help realize Xu Jinshan’s dream of becoming a famous director.

But in the end, she did not expect what a horrible man Xu Jinshan could become after they got married. The mysterious brooch was the initial reason for their breakdown and her husband’s domestic violence.

Xu Jinshan had always been convinced that she was having an affair with the man who gave her the brooch. Each time he beat her, it was to find out who he was. However, Jing Ruyue would rather take the beating than tell him the truth.

Even when she died, Jing Ruyue was holding the brooch in her hand, which was why Xu Xiyan had always been curious about whom the brooch was from.

Who was the person that her mother was trying to protect at the risk of her life?

It was a pity that he was old and suffering from eye problems and Alzheimer’s. He could no longer manage the family affairs or protect her like he used to.

“Oh, my Yanyan is taller! Are you going to middle school next year?” The old man rubbed Xu Xiyan’s head, saying his usual line. In his memory, Xu Xiyan was still a pupil.

“Yes, grandpa, next year I’ll go to middle school. I am busy at school, so I can’t come to see you often!” When Xu Xiyan said this, she felt her nose was sore, and her tears could not stop falling.

As she left the Xu family today, she would not come back again. Could she see grandpa again in her lifetime?

She only hoped that this would not be the last time they meet.

“School is important. Grandpa can’t help you anymore! Here is some pocket money that grandpa has saved up! Take it and buy some snacks!” The old man put a roll of money into her palm.

Xu Xiyan looked down at the banknotes in her hand, one yuan, five yuan, ten yuan, and the largest one was a 50. There was probably more than 100, all of which was saved up by grandpa.

Holding the money, Xu Xiyan felt an indescribable weight on her heart. Holding back her sadness and tears, she hugged the old man and told him, “Grandpa, you must live long and wait for Yanyan to give you a better life when she becomes somebody.”

“Good, grandpa is waiting!” The old man was very happy. Even his wrinkles were stretched out.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Xu Xiyan left the Xu family. She had already planned her next step...