Chapter 135 We can always try a few more positions...

She practically couldn't wait to open her mouth, speaking with a hint of smugness: "Because Ping An isn't his biological son at all! He's a good-for-nothing! He can't even have his own child but still wants to save face, so he raises someone else's son!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Ping An, who had been being held back by Zhao Wuqiang, shouted at Jiang Wanxia with red eyes, "I'm my father's biological son!"

"They're not lying!" Li Sanxing, seeing the wind blowing, immediately seized the opportunity and spat at Ping An. "You were originally adopted by Zhao Wenchang after your soldier parents died! If it weren't for our Zhao Wenchang family giving you food, you'd be dead somewhere long ago! Taking things from Zhao Wenchang's family wasn't enough, now you want to seize our Wuqiang family's property, you shameless jinx!"

Zhao Ping'an's body trembled violently. He shook off Zhao Wuqiang's hand and, like an enraged little beast, his neck stiffened as he roared, "I'm not! I have a father! I have a mother! I'm not a jinx!"

After he finished yelling, his eyes, filled with tears but stubbornly refusing to fall, stared straight at Zhao Wenchang: "Dad, tell them! Am I not your biological son?!"

Zhao Wenchang pulled Zhao Ping'an to his side, his brows furrowed: "Yes. Your father is your own father, and you are my own son, Zhao Wenchang's son. Don't listen to their nonsense."

After saying that, he looked at Li Sanxing, his tone filled with undisguised warning and coldness: "I'm warning you, watch your mouth. If you dare to utter another word of nonsense to my son, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The sight of a man who had spent years giving orders in the military getting angry made Li Sanxing instinctively shrink back. But the thought that she was in the right emboldened her shrewish spirit.

She spat on the ground again, and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Oh! So what if you're a soldier? You dare to do it but not admit it, you lie without blushing, and you won't let us ordinary folks tell the truth?! Everyone come and judge, is Zhao Wenchang feeling guilty? Is he angry because I hit the nail on the head?!"

She turned to look at the villagers who were watching the commotion, pointing and whispering about the father and son.

However, the villagers who had been talking all along suddenly fell silent, looking at each other with evasive eyes, and no one uttered a word.

They didn't dare to shake their heads in opposition.

One point is that Li Sanxing is indeed right. An adopted child born to a different family wants to consume both the Wenchang family's and the Wuqiang family's property, which is indeed a bit excessive.

But they dared not nod, for if they did, they would offend Zhao Wenchang, who had always protected Ping An.

Zhao Ping'an wasn't stupid; he could read the expressions on the adults' faces.

The sympathy, the evasiveness, the unspoken words—all silently told him that Li Sanxing was right.

On ordinary days, when children in the village called him a bastard, he would always fight back with a straight face, because he firmly believed that he had a father.

But today, in front of so many people, even Dad couldn't shut them up...

"You...you're all liars!" Zhao Ping'an looked at the whispering adults around him, shoved Zhao Wenchang aside, turned around and rushed out of the house like a madman, running away without looking back.

"Ping An!" Zhao Wenchang was terrified. He roared and turned to chase after him.

"Hey! Wu Qiang! Look at this..." Li Sanxing was overjoyed to see Ping An run away. He hurriedly pushed the stone next to him and urged in a low voice, "Quick! Quickly kowtow to your father!"

Zhao Wenchang had already rushed to the door. He paused, glancing back at Jiang Wanqiu: "Wanqiu, I'll go and bring Ping An back first!"

Looking at the chaotic scene, Jiang Wanxia couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

She thought gleefully, "That's it! It's almost New Year's Eve, and things have turned out like this. Let's see how Jiang Wanqiu can have a comfortable New Year!"

"Alright, stop arguing!"

A loud shout came from the kang (a heated brick bed).

Uncle Zhao Jiang, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up with a dark expression.

His outburst immediately silenced the room.

Zhao Jiang pointed at Li Sanxing and shouted without any politeness, "Don't you think our family is shameful enough? Get out of here, all of you!"

Seeing people reluctantly moving out in twos and threes, he turned to Zhao Wuqiang's wife, Zhang Chun, and softened his tone, but it was still firm: "This matter is settled. You two are still young, wait two more years. If... if there is really no progress, then we'll have Shitou adopted as a godparent, so that he'll have something to rely on."

The farce finally came to an end thanks to the old man's strong intervention.

Back home, once inside, Jiang Wanqiu recounted everything that had happened at her uncle's house.

After hearing this, Zhao Xiaohua, the mother-in-law, showed no surprise on her face. She remained silent for a moment, as if she already knew about Zhao Jiang's family adopting the child.

She sighed, placed the freshly fried steamed buns on the side of the stove, and asked Jiang Wanqiu, "So, Ping An ran away again?"

Seeing Jiang Wanqiu nod, she wasn't too worried and said in a calm tone, "It's alright, let him be. This kid used to run away whenever he was unhappy, and he would always threaten to run away from home. Every time, he would find his way back by himself after dark. Don't worry about him, he won't go hungry."

“That’s right,” Jiang Wanxia chimed in sarcastically. “He’s not my own flesh and blood, so he won’t be on my side. He’s small now and can’t run far, but when he grows up and his wings are strong, let’s see if he can run far!”

"Jiang Wanxia!" Jiang Wanqiu's face turned cold as she scolded her younger sister, "Stop causing trouble here! My family's affairs are none of your business!"

Jiang Wanxia smiled innocently: "Sis, I'm just trying to give you a friendly reminder. Other people's children are like stones that can't be warmed up. No matter how good you are to them, you'll never truly tame them. It's best to have your own children; that's what makes them special. Why don't you have one yourself? Oh, I forgot, your husband can't have any!"

Even then, she didn't forget to seize the opportunity to make sarcastic remarks about her sister.

It wasn't until noon that Zhao Wenchang returned from outside, shivering with cold.

Jiang Wanqiu immediately went to him, brushed the snowflakes off his shoulders, and asked anxiously, "Where's Ping An? Have you found him?"

Zhao Wenchang shook his head wearily and sat down on the stool. He rubbed his temples, looking a bit of a headache. "That kid's a monkey in the Chinese zodiac. He dashed off into the mountains in a flash. The snow's so heavy there's covered his footprints; we won't be able to find him anytime soon. Let him go for now. Maybe he'll come back when he calms down, gets hungry and cold."

Jiang Wanqiu went over and touched his hands, which were red from the cold. Her heart ached, and she turned to get the thermos: "You rest for a while, I'll pour you some hot water."

When I lifted it, the thermos was surprisingly light; it was already empty.

"There's no water left, I'll go to the kitchen to boil some." She said, carrying the empty thermos towards the kitchen.

“I’ll go with you.” Zhao Wenchang stood up and silently followed.

In the kitchen, Jiang Wanqiu skillfully added firewood to the stove and pulled the bellows. The flames leaped up with a "whoosh," making her fair and delicate face glow red, and making her look even more charming and beautiful.

Zhao Wenchang leaned against the door frame, his tall figure blocking most of the light from the doorway, his deep eyes fixed on her busy back.

Silence spread through the small space, broken only by the crackling of burning firewood.

After a long silence, the man's deep voice finally rang out, tinged with a hint of caution: "Wanqiu, do you... dislike me?"

Jiang Wanqiu paused in her work of operating the bellows, turned around, and her large, almond-shaped eyes held a hint of confusion: "Dislike you? Dislike what about you?"

Zhao Wenchang's gaze fell on the ground: "...It's about having children."

The words "asthenospermia" are like trampling on a man's dignity.

Looking at his tightly pursed lips, Jiang Wanqiu's heart suddenly softened.

She stood up, walked up to him, lifted his lowered head, and stared at him intently: "When I first arrived at the Zhao family, your mother told me everything."

She reached out her slender fingers and gently smoothed his furrowed brows, her small, full red lips slightly upturned: "If I really disliked you, I wouldn't have been so determined to follow you to the army in the first place. Zhao Wenchang, don't overthink it."

Zhao Wenchang was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his long arm and suddenly pulled the petite woman in front of him into his arms.

He pulled the woman into his arms and, mimicking her gesture, gently rubbed her soft cheeks, feeling a sense of relief: "Wanqiu, you're so good to me."

The person in his arms chuckled softly, nuzzled against his firm chest, then tilted her head back, her bright eyes blinking mischievously with a hint of alluring charm: "Isn't that obvious? If I'm not good to you, who else would I be good to?"

“Besides,” she deliberately drawled, leaning close to his ear and breathing softly, “it’s not that I’m weak-sperm, it’s not that I’m completely azoospermic. At worst… we can try harder and do it a few more times.”

This cryptic remark, like a match, instantly ignited a fire in Zhao Wenchang's heart.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and his breathing instantly became heavy.

He lowered his head, his hot breath brushing against Jiang Wanqiu's delicate neck, his voice hoarse and unnatural: "...Okay."

Seeing the man's large hands starting to get improper, Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks flushed. She quickly reached out her small hand to push against his increasingly close chest and said coquettishly, "Hey, it's broad daylight, watch your step!"

Zhao Wenchang pushed the woman into the kitchen, and the curtain was lowered.

Jiang Wanqiu was pushed backward by the man, and finally Zhao Wenchang pushed her to the wooden cabinet where the condiment bowls and dishes were placed.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Zhao Wenchang lowered his eyes and stared at the woman's soft lips: "What are you afraid of? No one is coming in here. Your parents are out right now."

“But we can’t do it now…” The man stared intently into her eyes, and Jiang Wanqiu shyly looked away, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.

This person is so easily amused!

Just then, the kitchen curtain was pulled up, and Jiang Wanxia walked in carrying an empty tea mug, intending to pour some hot water.

Looking up, she saw her older sister being held tightly in the arms of Zhao Wenchang, a tall man. The two were very affectionate, their eyes filled with deep love.

Her joy at watching a good show was instantly replaced by a feeling of oppression and heaviness, as if a huge boulder had blocked her throat.