Qian Chunhua smiled and lay back in her bed, hugging her daughter in her arms.

"After tomorrow, we will modify the family tree and get the household registration card, and we will be a separate family.

In the future, mother will make sure you have enough food and warm clothes, and will also send you to a private school."

Qian Chunhua chattered on and on about the future to the children, regardless of whether they could understand her now or not, she just wanted to say it now.

"Can I really go to a private school?" Zhao Qingsong sat up excitedly.

Qian Chunhua didn't expect the child to react so strongly. He smiled and pulled him back into bed and covered him with the quilt again.

"Do you really like reading?"

"I like it." Zhao Qingsong's eyes were firm and sparkling in the moonlight.

"Okay, if you like me, I'll send you there."

…

There was no conversation that night, and the three of them slept soundly.

The next morning, it was just dawn.

There was a knock on the door of the west wing.

"Who is it?" Qian Chunhua lay in the bed. It was too warm and she didn't want to get up at all.

"Sister, it's me." Qian Xingshan's voice came from outside.

Qian Chunhua got up, put on his clothes and opened the door.

The moment he opened the door, a chill blew in and Qian Chunhua shivered.

Qian Xingshan stood in front of the door with a smile, "Sister, mother asked you to take the children home for breakfast."

Qian Chunhua also said simply: "Okay. We'll come over after we pack up."

After saying that, Qian Xingshan ran home happily. He couldn't wait to tell his mother the good news.

Qian Xingshan was so happy that his sister's relationship with her family had become so distant that they almost stopped communicating with each other.

Just now, when his mother asked him to ask his sister to take the children home for breakfast, Qian Xingshan didn't expect that his sister would agree.

So Qian Chunhua's straightforward tone just now made Qian Xingshan overjoyed.

The steady young man Qi Lu started jumping up and down.

Qian Chunhua looked at his brother's cheerful back with amusement, closed the door, and returned to the bed.

Zhao Qingsong and Zhao Xiaoling had been awakened by the noise just now. They sat up in a daze with red faces.

"Wake up, three little pigs."

Qian Chunhua rummaged through the drawers and took out all the thick clothes in the house, ready to let the child wear them.

Before getting dressed, Qian Chunhua checked the wounds on Zhao Qingsong's body and found that the swelling from the beating yesterday had subsided.

Qian Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was no infection. He applied anti-inflammatory medicine on Qingsong's body again and put frostbite cream on his feet.

Let Zhao Qingsong put on his clothes by himself. Zhao Qingsong put on his clothes swiftly. During the whole process, the corners of Zhao Qingsong's mouth were curved.

It’s great that everything that happened last night was not a dream.

Zhao Xiaoling on the side looked at the clothes in her hands worriedly. The clothes were very thick and must be very warm, but it made the little girl even more panicked.

Qian Chunhua woke up Zhao Qingfeng and dressed her son. Then she discovered something was wrong with her daughter.

"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?"

While asking, Qian Chunhua touched Zhao Xiaoling's forehead with his hand. It wasn't hot, so she probably didn't have any disease.

Zhao Xiaoling's eyes were filled with worry, "Mom, aren't we living a normal life?"

Qian Chunhua: “…”

Zhao Xiaoling: "Mom, didn't you say that you would save this dress for when you get older? Now it's worn out, and you won't have any clothes for when you get older."

The more Zhao Xiaoling talked, the more panicked she became. Ever since her father passed away, her mother's behavior had become extremely abnormal.

The big meat buns that I had never been willing to buy before, but yesterday I bought so many for myself to eat, and now I’m wearing such nice clothes for myself.

Could it be that my mother is planning to abandon me and sell me?