<h4>Chapter 1289: Her Aunt and Grandmother</h4>


    Soon, these two women looked at He Xiyan in shock and confusion.


    “You...”


    “Yan Yan...”


    Those two women said in unison.


    He Xiyan stuffed her hands in her pockets and stared straight at them.


    She knew that she wasn’t wee and she also knew how much they detested seeing her. They tried their best to conceal their true emotions but she could still tell how unwee she was.


    “Grandma, Aunt...” she said calmly as she approached them.


    Her aunt was so surprised at her appearance that she couldn’t find the right words to say at the moment and her brows were creased into a deep frown.


    Her grandmother shot her a small smile and said, “Yan Yan... you’re here!”


    Her grandmother’s name was Wu Qihua and she was 67 that year.


    Her grandmother rose to her feet and dragged a chair over.


    “Please take a seat,” her grandmother said with a smile. She didn’t feel a particr kinship with her granddaughter but they were still blood rtives, so she couldn’t afford to ignore her.


    He Xiyan epted the seat without much hesitation.


    She arched her brow and looked at her aunt Chen Lu. She noticed that Chen Lu was frowning deeply and she looked very upset.


    She seemed very upset each time she saw He Xiyan.


    “Aunt... are you feeling alright?” He Xiyan couldn’t help but ask.


    Her hands balled into fists in her pocket as she tamped down the fury she felt.


    She wanted to see how shameless her uncle and aunt could be.


    Chen Lu turned red and she looked as though shecked oxygen. She pursed her lips and smiled but her smile was so fake that He Xiyan couldn’t bear to look at it.


    “Yan Yan...” Chen Lu said as she looked up at He Xiyan. “Let me make you a cup of ginger tea to warm yourself since it is cold outside...”


    He Xiyan said, “No, thanks!”


    She saw through her aunt’s false concern and waved her off. She knew that her aunt was probably trying to use this as an excuse to run away.


    This happened each time she visited. They would try their best to avoid looking at her in the eye each time on the pretext of having to cook, use the restroom, or head outside to buy something. They acted as though she would eat them alive.


    Chen Lu’s face reddened even more while her frown clearly reflected how irritated and uneasy she felt.


    He Xiyan’s grandmother Wu Qihua smiled as she handed thergest apple on the tter to He Xiyan.


    “Yan Yan, have an apple. I didn’t know you wereing or I would’ve gone buy something you liked,” she said.


    He Xiyan rejected her grandmother’s gesture with a wave of her hand.


    She wasn’t there to listen to their excuses nor experience their false concern. She was only there for one reason and that was to urge her uncle and aunt to return the funds.


    She frowned, looked at her aunt and said, “I’m not here for any other reason but to ask you to return the money that you owe my family, a total of 310,000 dors.


    Her face hardened coldly. This wasn’t the first time she came to urge them to return the money but they still treated her as coldly as ever or ran away whenever they could. She wasn’t in the mood to engage in back-and-forth conversation with them.


    Chen Lu’s face immediately darkened. Her eyes widened while He XIyan’s grandmother turned to look at the doorway even though there was nothing to see.