The neighbor heard a knock on the door, saw it was Bloomberg, and came out to greet him.

"Hey, Peng Bo, why are you here? Are you here to get something? Jingjing is so filial. Teacher Wan and his wife haven't even retired yet, and you took them away to show your filial piety."

Peng Bo frowned and asked in confusion, "Take him away? Where did he take him to?"

The neighbor immediately fell silent. What was going on? Jingjing had taken Teacher Wan and his wife away, and Jingjing's partner didn't know?

Teacher Wan and his wife are kind people, and she doesn't want to cause trouble for them.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing, Peng Bo said, "Jingjing and I had a fight, so I came to pick her up. Who knew she would be so angry and take the old man away without telling me."

"Auntie, where did they go? I'm really worried. Why don't you tell me and I'll go over and take a look."

The neighbor aunt breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, did you have a fight? You men should give in to women a little. No wonder Jingjing didn't tell you since you haven't been visiting for so long."

There are many couples who quarrel these days, but few who divorce. The neighbor aunt just thought they were having a quarrel.

Since Bloomberg is willing to come and apologize and pick someone up, there is naturally nothing to hide.

"Jingjing said they bought a courtyard house in Xuezijian Hutong, and Teacher Wan and his wife have moved there. You can definitely find it if you ask around there."

Peng Bo thanked him, but his mind was buzzing. Wan Jingjing had actually bought the house without informing him!

They just had a quarrel, how did it get to this point? They even bought a house, are they planning to live apart forever?

He couldn't stand still anymore. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he suddenly felt like something was out of his control.

Wan Jingjing seemed to have changed, to the point where he didn't even recognize her anymore. How long had it been since he'd paid attention to this wife? She had changed so much!

Xuezijian Street, Wan Jingjing's home.

Today is Sunday, Wan Jingjing is practicing dancing with Yueyue.

Anyone can dance, but it is not easy to dance well.

Yueyue started late, so if she wants to make rapid progress and catch up with or even surpass others, she will have to spend more time.

The child persisted in stretching despite the pain some time ago, so teaching is much smoother now.

The two of them were training in the dance studio in the east wing, while Father and Mother Wan were cooking a feast in the kitchen.

Their granddaughter must be hungry after practicing dance, so the two of them have to cook a few more dishes for the mother and daughter.

Since moving to this courtyard house, except for the fact that the commute to work is a little longer, life has been very comfortable.

Their lifeless daughter also began to smile. She used to be uninterested in everything, but now she has completely changed from the inside out.

It made them feel as if their daughter Jingjing had returned to the time when she was still an unmarried girl.

Such bright eyes, so bright and beautiful!

Besides, their granddaughter Yueyue has been educated so well.

He is well-educated, considerate and has a good temper.

The mother and daughter kept spinning in the dance studio, as beautiful as two white swans.

The couple often sat in the yard, watching the two dancing through the glass window, and felt that the world was perfect.

After Wan Jingjing married and moved into the Peng family, her visits to her parents' home became very limited. It was impossible for the couple to say they weren't lonely.

It was nothing like now, with all the hustle and bustle every day. Life couldn't be better. As for the Peng family, they had long forgotten them, as far as Java.

The old couple cooked braised pork, stir-fried pork with beans, and fried meatballs today. They sent a portion of the dishes to the Feng family next door, telling them that they had prepared it and Yueyue would stay for a meal.

Only then did he serve out all the remaining food and place it on the stone table in the yard.

They didn't have stone tables and stone chairs originally, but they saw that the Feng family and the Qin Zhichu family across the street had already bought them, so they thought it was convenient and did the same.

Just when I was about to call Jingjing and Yueyue to eat, there was a knock on the door.

Wan's mother set the table and his father went to open the door. "Who is it?"

Peng Bo asked the people in the alley before he found this place. Only when he heard Wan's father's voice did he confirm that he had found the right place.

"It's me, Dad!"

Father Wan's hand paused as he was about to open the door, but quickly returned to normal and opened the door.

"Why are you here?"

Peng Bo said, "I came to see you, Mom, and Jingjing."

Father Wan's eyes darkened when he saw that his son-in-law had nothing in his hands.

Whether a person is attentive or not can be seen from his behavior.

His son-in-law had been married to his daughter for all these years, and every time he visited their Wan family, Jingjing would prepare everything for him. He suspected that his son-in-law didn't even have the concept of filial piety in his heart.

In the past, they wouldn't complain, after all, their daughter would live with the Peng family. What did they say? If the couple started fighting again, how could they live?

But now that their daughter has moved out and has her own house, the couple's right to speak has returned.

Father Wan couldn't help but ask, "Look, we two old men are coming here empty-handed?"

Peng Bo was embarrassed for a moment. "Dad, I came in a hurry. Besides, I don't know what you two like to eat, so I thought I might as well leave some money for you."

Father Wan didn't object. These little things weren't important, and he had no intention of saying more about them. He just wanted to poke him.

"Dad, is Jingjing here?"

Father Wan made way and walked in with Peng Bo.

"She's practicing dancing in the side room."

Just as the words fell, Wan's mother's voice came: "Jingjing, Yueyue, stop practicing for now, take a break and come over for dinner."

Yueyue was already starving. As a child, she digested food quickly, and came even faster than Wan Jingjing.

"Grandma, what can we eat? I'm starving."

Every Sunday and every month, Yueyue would stay here for a meal, and everyone was used to it. Yu Rou also often brought gifts over, and the two families were very close.

"Grandma made braised pork, you have to eat more today."

Wan Jingjing followed him out of the house. "Mom, don't always make pork belly for her. Her figure is very important when she dances. Pork is the most fattening, not as good as chicken, duck, beef or mutton."

Wan's mother said, "Pork is the most delicious! It's not like you eat it all the time. Besides, Yueyue is much thinner than you were when you were a child."

Wan Jingjing smiled and took a towel from the hanging rope to wipe Yueyue's sweat.

"Kid, you're so sweaty you don't even bother to wipe it off when you hear there's something delicious to eat."

There was a hint of pampering in his tone, and his hands were intimate and gentle.

Peng Bo felt his breath stagnate. Is this gentle and decent woman still the Wan Jingjing he knew? And the child next to her seemed to be the one he saw at school last time.

Peng Bo asked, "Dad, who is this child?"

Father Wan explained, "She is Jingjing's student, and learns dance from her. She is also Jingjing's adopted daughter."

Bloomberg's voice unconsciously became louder.

"Goddaughter? You don't care about your own daughter, but you come here to adopt a goddaughter?"