“I’m your wife, how could I not know what you’re thinking? Are you still thinking about adopting your brother’s daughter?” Dong Qingqing knew that he had always wanted a child.

This time when they went back, in order to ease the burden on their family, Zhou Qishan's younger brother wanted to give his youngest daughter to them for adoption.

Thinking of her younger brother's wife, Dong Qingqing absolutely refused.

"No, don't think about it so much." Seeing how much his wife disliked the question, Zhou Qishan thought for a moment and decided against it. "Honey, you have to go to work tomorrow, so hurry up and take a shower. I'll boil some water for you to soak your feet."

He turned to go into the kitchen to boil water, but Dong Qingqing grabbed Zhou Qishan by the collar and asked sternly, "Speak!"

Zhou Qishan stared at Dong Qingqing's expression, knowing that Dong Qingqing wouldn't let him off the hook without pressing her for answers.

"It's Lao Xiao's child, Xiao Tiao'er! She can't live at the political commissar's house forever. I was thinking of discussing with you about adopting her, how about that?" He finally mustered up the courage to say it.

Dong Qingqing didn't like Chen Yaqin. When they first came here after getting married, Lao Xiao was still alive, and Chen Yaqin was also living in the family compound. They argued every few days.

The house that Lin Qiyue and Lan Yuchu are living in now is the same house that Chen Yaqin used to live in.

After hearing this, Dong Qingqing loosened her grip on Zhou Qishan's collar, her eyes revealing a cryptic expression.

Zhou Qishan said, "Qingqing, I'm just discussing this with you. It's not that you absolutely have to adopt. If you don't want to, that's fine too. I won't bring it up again."

He used to be quite close to Lao Xiao; he was there when they went on missions.

He had promised to protect his daughter as she grew up, and he had been taking care of Xiao Tiao for the past three years. However, Chen Yaqin had a bad temper and had raised Xiao Tiao to be a bit naughty.

Since losing the protection of her family, Xiao Tiao'er has always been taciturn.

Today I bought some good food and went to visit the political commissar at her house. I saw her alone in the family compound, looking dazed and unwilling to talk to anyone.

Huang Lanying also needs to go to work, and seeing her like this every day after get off work makes her very anxious.

Because of her mother, no other child wanted to talk to Xiao Tiao.

Although Dong Qingqing disliked Chen Yaqin, the child was innocent.

She had seen some things about Xiao Tiao'er these past few days, and a faint feeling of pity had stirred in her heart.

Seeing that Dong Qingqing remained silent, Zhou Qishan became even more frightened.

"Qingqing~"

Ignoring Zhou Qishan's calls, Dong Qingqing got up, grabbed her clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhou Qishan slapped his head in frustration. He was doomed; he'd angered his wife.

That night, Dong Qingqing really couldn't sleep. Faced with Zhou Qishan's intimacy, she lost interest after only half of it.

Seeing his wife like this, Zhou Qishan felt like he was doomed!

"Wife, that's what I'm thinking. If you're really angry, hit me a few times, scold me a few times." Zhou Qishan was really afraid that Dong Qingqing used to say whatever came to mind.

Upon hearing Zhou Qishan's words, Dong Qingqing rolled over and lay flat on her back, staring at the anxious Zhou Qishan.

She was conflicted, but said, "Let's wait a little longer. Maybe a family will be willing to adopt her. If not, we can discuss it further."

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife." Zhou Qishan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Dong Qingqing wasn't angry. He put his arm around her waist and laughed, "Wife, my anger hasn't died down yet!"

Dong Qingqing rolled her eyes at him and reminded him, "I have to go to work tomorrow, so don't stay up too late."

"Yes, I will definitely do as my wife says." Zhou Qishan happily pulled the covers over his head.

Men are all driven by their lower instincts.

Dong Qingqing learned a harsh lesson every time.

Dong Qingqing got up very early in the morning and went to the political commissar's house to pick up Xiao Tiao'er.

She realized that the child was innocent, and even if she didn't like her mother, Xiao Tiao hadn't done anything wrong.

Dong Qingqing and Zhou Qishan are destined to never have children, and they are unwilling to adopt their younger brother's child, so they can only try to find one from outside.

Now that she has this idea, she definitely wants to try getting along with Xiao Tiao.

"Auntie, I've come to pick up Xiaotiao from school. Yingyu is pregnant and has taken a few days off." Dong Qingqing was waiting outside the door. Han Yingyu is Xiaotiao's homeroom teacher, and she came to take her to class today because she was on leave.

When Huang Lanying saw that it was Dong Qingqing, she quickly pulled Xiao Tiao'er to Dong Qingqing and said, "Qingqing, thank you for your help. I need to take Nannan to the hospital today. She seems to have caught a cold last night."

"It's alright, Auntie, you go ahead."

Dong Qingqing was quite young, while Huang Lanying was over fifty, so she called her aunt.

Huang Lanying helped her daughter, who had a cold, out the door, and didn't forget to tell Xiao Tiao'er to be good.

Dong Qingqing restrained Xiao Tiao'er and tried to soften her tone as much as possible, saying, "Your homeroom teacher is on leave today, I'll take you to school."

"Okay." Xiao Tiao stared blankly at Dong Qingqing.

Her hands were so warm, but I was also very afraid of her.

She remembered that this aunt used to argue with her mother a lot.

The two walked down the street in almost no conversation.

Xiao Tiao hadn't eaten breakfast. She didn't dare to speak, clutching her stomach. As she passed a breakfast shop, she subconsciously swallowed.

Dong Qingqing walked up to the breakfast shop and said, "Comrade, I'd like a vegetable bun and a meat bun."

"One grain coupon, a meat bun is seven cents, a vegetable bun is three cents," the shop assistant quoted the prices directly.

Dong Qingqing took out the money and tickets and handed them to the shop assistant.

"Thanks."

After receiving the steamed bun, he handed it to Xiao Tiao'er and said, "Eat up, I've already eaten."

"Thank you, teacher." Xiao Tiao took the bun with both hands and ate it, feeling satisfied.

During class, Teacher Han would sometimes buy her steamed buns like this, occasionally meat buns, but usually she would only eat one.

Dong Qingqing deliberately slowed her pace, afraid that she wouldn't be able to keep up.

After finishing his vegetable bun, Xiao Tiao stared at Dong Qingqing for a while, then held up the bun in front of her and asked, "Teacher, would you like some? It's a meat bun."

"I've already eaten, you can eat." Dong Qingqing had eaten before leaving the house. That old man Zhou Qishan actually got up early to make breakfast for her, probably because he was afraid she would be angry.

Xiao Tiao'er then happily ate the steamed bun.

Lin Qiyue doesn't need to work during the day and basically sleeps until dawn before getting up.

At nine o'clock, Lin Qiyue opened her eyes at the same time every day, got up, changed her clothes, and washed up.

She had a warm breakfast prepared in the kitchen.

Yesterday's plan was to go to the city, but we couldn't go because Han Yingyu fainted. I was wondering how things were going with the cold dish shop.

Yesterday, I asked Zheng Nannan to give a letter to her classmate, Hou Yuanyuan, and have her tell his father, Hou Qingguo, that they could cooperate and that they could meet to discuss the details.

She planned to wait at home for a day to see if there was any good news.

After breakfast, I went to Han Yingyu's house to chat with her and finished knitting the sweater.

Since it was my first time knitting it, it looked terrible.