Song Meiling was hungry. Thinking of the plate of braised pork, her mouth watered. She said, "I'm not going to talk about it anymore. I'm going home to eat. I'm starving."

Bai Luomei frowned slightly.

Hopefully, this time we can kill two birds with one stone.

Song Qian disliked the sisters, and of course she knew that.

She's not stupid.

If her mother hadn't wanted to get married, why would they have come to such a poor place as Songjia'ao?

It's so frustrating to think about.

...

Song Shiting returned home.

Ruan Qingling's meal is ready.

Ruan Qingling found a piece of three-colored woven cloth and placed Ya Ya on it.

She was climbing up there herself.

Song Shiting never expected that Ruan Qingling would come up with such a method.

Upon seeing Song Shiting, Ya Ya actually crawled towards him.

After washing his hands, Song Shiting quickly picked up his daughter.

Ruan Qingling seized the opportunity to say, "Yaya is learning to walk now. See if we can borrow a walker, or we'll have to find a playpen, otherwise she'll crawl everywhere and we'll have to watch her from morning till night."

Song Shiting said, "Okay."

Looking at the dishes on the table, he sat down with his daughter in his arms.

Ya Ya excitedly wiggled her little legs on his lap.

Ruan Qingling sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and said, "Let's find a place where Yaya can play by herself first, so I can do some things I want to do."

It's impossible to expect your mother-in-law to take care of your child like others do.

So she had to figure out a solution herself.

Song Shiting knew that Ruan Qingling and her daughter needed living expenses, so he said, "You don't need to worry about the family's living expenses."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and gave Ruan Qingling twenty yuan.

Ruan Qingling looked at the money on the table.

She needs money, but she doesn't need Song Shiting's money all the time.

“It’s one thing for you to give me money for household expenses, and it’s another thing for me to find some work to earn money. I can’t just stay with the kids and do nothing.”

Song Shiting looked at her.

If she's willing to take care of the child, he'll definitely give her all his money.

She doesn't need to do any work.

He just didn't dare to say it directly.

Ruan Qingling had already lowered her head to eat, so Song Shiting simply stopped talking.

Let's see what Ruan Qingling does next.

He didn't dare reveal all his plans.

Who knows if it was just a passing interest, or if there were other reasons?

...

When Song Qian returned home, there were several unfamiliar people at her family's dinner table.

Looking at all the faces on the table, she felt she couldn't eat.

Her father asked her when she was going back to work.

Song Qian said that her vacation was relatively long, so she wasn't in a hurry to go back to work and could stay in the village for a few more days.

Stepmother Zhuang Jing immediately brought up her marriage, saying that she was of marriageable age and her father should take it seriously.

Song Qian was very upset about the meal, so she didn't want to stay at home after eating.

As they walked around, they unknowingly ended up at Song Shiting's small, dilapidated house.

She looked at the place with a faint light. It wasn't bright, but for some reason, she felt that although the place was dilapidated, there was someone she liked inside, and the more she looked at it, the warmer it felt.

If she were the mistress of this place, Song Shiting's life would definitely be different.

And she will make life different.

So why would she put herself in such a miserable state?

She heard about Ruan Qingling's various antics before she even returned, and she heard even more about Ruan Qingling after she came back.

Therefore, she felt that Ruan Qingling was not good enough for Song Shiting and would only be a burden to him.

Song Shiting was the most handsome boy she had ever seen.

Even when she went to work in a factory in the city, she never met a man as handsome as Song Shiting.

Having seen too many ugly and unattractive men, she now feels even more strongly that she should save herself and save Song Shiting.

Otherwise, Song Shiting's future would be ruined by Ruan Qingling.

Thinking about this, she felt even more determined to do it.

After finishing his meal, Song Shiting was washing the dishes, while Ruan Qingling was taking care of bathing Ya Ya.

The two began to divide the work at home.

After spending these few days together, Ruan Qingling felt that Song Shiting was a good man.

She doesn't pick and choose any chores at home; she does everything she can.

In her opinion, he was a good man.

She had just finished bathing her daughter and wrapped her in a small blanket.

Looking at Yaya, who looked like a little rice dumpling, she poked her head out and looked at her with a pair of bright black eyes.

Her love for her daughter began to overflow, and she lowered her head and kissed Yaya's little face hard.

When Song Shiting returned after washing the dishes, he saw Ruan Qingling holding her daughter with obvious affection.

His gaze was somewhat profound.

She automatically walked to the table and picked up the clothes she had half-finished.

He took care of Ruan Qingling's cutting and then worked on it.

He knows how to use a needle, as long as Ruan Qingling is willing to take good care of the child.

He would do everything he could at home.

Ruan Qingling had just finished changing her daughter's clothes when she turned around and saw Song Shiting sewing clothes.

She thought this man was so cute.

Some men handle needles in a way that looks effeminate.

But he wasn't.

The focused person looked as if they were making a work of art.

His straight back was a sight to behold.

Ruan Qingling wanted to find a topic to ask Song Shiting if he used to always have needles.

“Song Shiting, you used to…”

“Ah Ting…”

A woman's voice interrupted Ruan Qingling's question at that moment.

Song Shiting looked outside expressionlessly.

Song Qian had already come in from outside, a faint smile on her face: "Ah Ting, you're all here. I came to see Ya Ya."

Her gaze fell on Ya Ya, who had just finished dressing.

This little girl is so pretty; her dark, grape-like eyes are so beautiful you can't take your eyes off her.

Song Qian also likes Ya Ya.

She didn't even resist being Ya Ya's stepmother.

Turning her head again, she saw that Song Shiting had needlework next to him and was holding a needle in his hand.

Looking at the positions of the two people in the room, it's not hard to imagine.

Song Shiting is doing needlework!

Song Shiting has really been wronged.

He was such a good man!

Because of Ruan Qingling, he lost his job and now he has to stay in Songjia'ao for the rest of his life?

Thinking about all this makes her feel heartbroken.

However, he had a smile on his face.

"Yaya is getting cuter and cuter! How old is she? Can she walk yet?"

She reached out to hug Ya Ya.

But Ya Ya doesn't like strangers.

Song Qian was a complete stranger to her.

Ya Ya turned her head away from Song Qian.

Ruan Qingling almost died laughing.

My daughter is really awesome.

Song Qian glanced at the kang (a heated brick bed), then looked at the side of the kang where four bamboo poles were tied together to make a long bench.

His eyes flickered slightly, but he wisely didn't say much. He sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and began to coax Ya Ya.

"Little girl, are you shy? I'm your aunt, your Aunt Qian."

People in the village are usually addressed according to their seniority.

Song Qian and Song Shiting are of the same generation.

But no matter what she said, Ya Ya just ignored her.

He held Ruan Qingling tightly, turning his head to the side so as not to look at Song Qian.

Song Shiting didn't say anything either.

Song Qian said, "Sister-in-law, if there's anything I can help with at home, just let me know. These kinds of needlework are things that women should do."

Ruan Qingling felt that Song Qian was just too much trouble.

What's wrong with Song Shiting being willing to sew clothes for his daughter?