Chapter 45 Zhizhi could win over many people, but she didn't.

"ah???!"

Cuiping was disheveled in the wind.

She even doubted whether she had misheard.

No, is this something I can say?

Minister Wen wants to have a child with Regiment Commander Jiang? Such a blatant act, would the former political commissar agree to it?

Wen Qingqian realized that what she said could be ambiguous, so she quickly explained, "What I meant was, I want to ask Commander Jiang for Zhizhi. I want to compete with him fairly! Come on, come with me to look at some dresses!"

The other side

Sang Zhizhi pointed to the snacks on the shelf, "This one! That one! And the one on the very edge!"

Yuan Hui calmly took out his money and said to the saleswoman, "Auntie, I'll take everything she just pointed to."

The sales clerk was stunned; these two kids were really generous.

Other people are careful with their money when buying a can of malted milk powder, but these two kids spent thirty or forty yuan in no time.

"Kids, won't your parents spank you for buying so much?"

Sang Zhizhi turned to Wen Qingqian and called out, "Aunt Wen, can Zhizhi have these?"

Wen Qingqian and Cuiping were practically going crazy at the clothing counter next door, shouting without turning their heads, "Buy it all! Yuan Hui, don't be stingy, I'll buy whatever my sister wants!"

Watching the children and adults shopping, the salesperson smiled and shook her head.

No wonder the kids bought so much; it turns out the adults in the family bought even more.

"Okay, wait a moment, Auntie will wrap these up for you."

Before long, Sang Zhizhi was eating a bright red candied hawthorn while stuffing some into Yuan Hui's mouth.

Yuan Hui followed behind, carrying large and small bags and chewing on his lips.

The two went to meet Aunt Wen, who was carrying four or five large net bags in an exaggerated manner.

“I said I wanted to buy some trendy dresses, but your Aunt Cuiping stopped me from buying too many, saying she could make them. So I just bought all the nice fabrics over there.”

Wen Qingqian looked at Zhizhi excitedly, her tone light and cheerful, "Make a bunch of little dresses for Zhizhi, so you can change them for Auntie every day, okay?"

"Huh? For me?"

Zhizhi looked at Aunt Cuiping with a blank expression, "But, Aunt Cuiping, you don't buy anything?"

She was thinking that since she was spending Aunt Qin's salary, and Aunt Cuiping had been injured protecting her, she should buy her something to compensate her.

Aunt Cuiping smiled shyly, her head lowered. "Auntie isn't pretty; the clothes are more suitable for our pretty little one."

"Who said that! Aunt Cuiping is gentle and quiet. You'll have your own job from now on, so you should get a couple of new clothes made!"

"My aunt is very happy when I make clothes for Zhizhi."

"That... ..."

As Sang Zhizhi spoke, she held a candied hawthorn in her mouth and quickly pulled out two large boxes from a pile of gifts she had bought.

She handed it to Aunt Cuiping, saying, "Auntie, please take this. This is for you!"

These are snowflake oil and snake oil ointment that she bought with her own savings. They are from Shanghai. She noticed that Aunt Cuiping often washes clothes with cold water in winter and has always relied on making clothes to supplement her family's income.

Even with bluish-purple bags appearing in her hands, she still wouldn't stop.

My mom had it too, it was so itchy and painful, it was awful.

She didn't want Aunt Cuiping to suffer like this, so she decided to consider it a blessing gift for Aunt Cuiping finding a new job.

After all, she's a little adult, and it's her responsibility to be considerate of every auntie!

Cuiping looked at the two boxes and felt a little embarrassed to accept them.

Zhizhi has already helped me a lot, and now she's introduced me to such a great job.

She really couldn't accept things from children.

Cuiping wanted to refuse, but Wen Qingqian was familiar with her and understood her personality, so she simply accepted it for her.

"Can you bear to refuse a child's kind offer?"

Wen Qingqian didn't give her a chance to refuse and made the decision directly, "Oh, if Zhizhi is giving it to you, just accept it."

Although she was verbally advising Cuiping, her eyes were secretly filled with anticipation as she looked at Zhizhi.

If Aunt Cuiping has it... then does that mean her aunt also has it?

As Wen Qingqian thought this, a hint of secret joy couldn't help but appear on her pretty face.

She had already planned it out: when Zhizhi gave her the gift, she would praise her properly before accepting it.

Zhizhi was completely oblivious to Aunt Wen's expectant gaze. She was preoccupied with the meat she had bought and headed home with her handsome brother.

"Hey bro, why don't you come grocery shopping with me tomorrow? Let the older brother and the younger brother be our bag carriers."

Yuan Hui suppressed a laugh and gently asked her, "Then what are you doing?"

Sang Zhizhi proudly raised her head and declared, "I'll be the little emperor!"

"Okay, then I'll be your follower."

"Pinky promise!"

The two little ones walked further and further away, completely unaware that Wen Qingqian's heart was already shattered into pieces.

Cuiping noticed that Wen Qingqian was in a bad mood, so she thought for a moment and handed one of the boxes over.

"How about... I share one with you?"

"I don't!"

Wen Qingqian stubbornly shook her head, "I don't want it because Zhizhi didn't buy it for me."

Cuiping was successfully amused by her appearance.

*

noon

When Deng Qiu got home from get off work, he heard about what had happened at home that day. He wanted to thank the family of the former political commissar, so he made hand-pulled noodles early in the morning and asked Zhizhi to call them over for dinner so he wouldn't have to cook them himself.

Zhizhi had no objection to this, and she immediately went to the Yuan family to call for help.

Just as I reached the door and was about to knock, I heard Aunt Wen's resentful voice from inside the house.

"I don't have one... Waaah, everyone else has one, but I don't."

"Xiao Hui, do you think she doesn't like me? It's all my fault for being too fierce at first and leaving her with a bad impression."

What is Aunt Wen saying?

Everyone else has it, but she doesn't?

Sang Zhizhi leaned closer to hear clearly, and then she heard Uncle Yuan's voice.

"All your hair oil, face cream, and shampoo, aren't they all expensive? You wouldn't even look at the things a little kid like her buys?"

"Who says I can't? Even if she bought me a rag, I'd wear it around the yard and show it off! Even if she gave me a leftover bamboo skewer from a candied hawthorn, I'd praise how straight it was. What do you know, you deadpan?"

Faced with Aunt Wen's accusation, Uncle Yuan could only helplessly coax her, "It's not polite for someone to spend your money to buy you a gift. Why don't you tell me what you like, and I'll buy it for you?"

"No!" Wen Qingqian wanted to struggle a little more. She stood up and walked out. "I think she must have forgotten. Maybe if I hang around in front of her a few more times, she'll remember—"

She was halfway through her sentence when she opened the door and saw Zhizhi standing there.

Wen Qingqian was stunned: "Here... he's here."

"Auntie, my mom said you can come to our house for dinner, so we don't have to cook." The little one tilted his fluffy head curiously. "Auntie, who are you going to visit?"