A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
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"Okay, okay!" Lin Zheyun nodded vigorously.
The other three brothers echoed in unison, "Father, don't worry, we will absolutely not let anyone take our sister away!"
...
Wang Hu waited at home for his parents to bring Lin Wanyue back to play with him, but instead, he saw his parents return empty-handed.
"Mom and Dad lied!" Wang Hu plopped down on the dirty ground, kicking his legs and crying as he shouted, "You promised that Wanwan would be my wife, and that she would play with me every day... You big liars!"
"Son, get up quickly, the ground is cold... Don't cry, what if you hurt your eyes?" Zhao Chunniang didn't care about what she was holding and quickly tried to pull her son up.
But she was petite and couldn't pull the strong Wang Hu. Instead, he pushed her so hard that she stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Alright, you're not getting any younger, what kind of behavior is this?" Wang Dazhu was somewhat displeased that his marriage proposal had failed: "I'll find you an even prettier wife later."
"Waaaaah, no one is as pretty as Wanwan!" Wang Hu cried while praising her.
"I...I..." Wang Dazhu raised his hand, wanting to hit him directly.
But Wang Hucai wasn't afraid of him; he glared at Wang Dazhu with red eyes.
"Alright, alright, Dad will think of something." As the apple of his eye, Wang Dazhu sighed. "How about this, I'll go to your great-aunt's house tomorrow and bring you some good food when I come back, okay?"
Upon hearing that there was food, Wang Hu wiped away his tears and said, "Okay, I want candied hawthorns, three skewers!"
Wang Dazhu's lips twitched: "...Okay."
What a brat! He's going to eat his father out of house and home!