Chapter 290 The road to winning back his wife is long and arduous, and we are full of hardships!

Kong Ran gave him a knowing look: "Because Uncle Scum has a hole in his brain, so he's the one who fills that hole."

Murong Chen's little face scrunched up: "Oh, so you think Daddy is stupid? But he's already so old, is it too late for him to start working hard now? With this resource, you should eat more, Ran-jie."

Kong Ran raised her little fist: "Little Chenchen, watch your words! What do you mean? I think you need it more than I do!"

Kong Chi sighed: "You two stop arguing. It's not a big deal. You can just eat with Daddy."

Kong Ran and Murong Chen roared in unison, "And what about you!"

Kong Chi's small face held a proud expression: "Do I need it?"

Sigh, my temper is terrible.

Kong Ran waved her little fist, ready to attack.

Murong Chen grabbed her and advised, "Sister Ran, don't fight among yourselves, don't fight among yourselves. If you ask me, no one in our Murong family needs to be fed. That idiot Wen Sichen is the one who should be fed. He even boasts that he is the strongest king. If he plays a few more games with me, my account will drop to bronze!"

Kong Ran chimed in, "Xiao Chenchen, you're right. It's not a crime to be bad at something but addicted to it. What's truly terrifying is being bad at something but addicted to it and still carrying others to victory."

If Wen Sichen hadn't been both incompetent and a playful person, they wouldn't have made excuses to rush away from the "clutches" of evil.

While the three little ones were chatting happily on one side, Murong Ting, who had just climbed down from the wall, was still alive ten minutes ago.

He repeatedly tried to recall which sentence he had said wrong.

Or is it that one of the movements is too greasy?

Why did Wanwan accept all the gifts except for the ring he most wanted to give her?

After his thoughts wandered, Murong Ting came to a conclusion: the wife he married must have been made of stone in her past life, and even diamonds couldn't pry open her heart!

Alas, the road to winning back my wife is long and arduous, and we suffer many hardships!

He sighed and went to the dog hole to get the child.

...

Inside the room.

After Murong Ting left, Kong Wange carefully examined each of the gifts he had given her, a smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

After carefully arranging all the gifts, she washed up again and then went back to her bedroom to lie down on the bed.

I stared at the vibrant peony on the bedside table.

She couldn't help but start having wild thoughts again.

She thought about the words he had just said to her while standing there, about all the little things they had shared at Shaoyaoju, about before and after their reunion.

After thinking it over, she realized that so much had happened between them.

And all of these things were imprinted in her heart.

Murong Ting...

After letting go of all burdens, these three words seemed to have some kind of magic, making her feel a slight warmth in her heart just from silently repeating them.

Just then, my phone chimed.

Kong Wange picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Murong Ting.

【Wanwan, the children and I have arrived home safely.】

Kong Wange thought for a moment and replied, "The Wen family didn't find out this time, did they?"

No, don't worry, it was an accident last time.

Speaking of the last time, Kong Wange remembered the injury on his arm.

How's the injury on your arm?

In the second-floor bedroom of the An family home, Murong Ting breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing the message sent by Kong Wange.

Fortunately, as long as I haven't been blocked on WeChat, there's still a chance.

However, this also shows that his careful preparations were not entirely in vain, as Wanwan has begun to care about him.

What could be more exciting than this?

Murong Ting immediately did a few push-ups on the spot, then took a picture of his upper arm and sent it over.

Kong Wange was confident in her ability to treat the wound. She had only asked casually, but to her surprise, her phone responded within ten seconds, followed by another picture.

Murong Ting's skin wasn't too fair, but it wasn't dark either; it was a little lighter than wheat-colored, a very healthy and powerful tone.

In the picture at this moment, his arm is slightly bent, and you can see that the camera was held at his chin level, clearly capturing his entire arm.

A man's forearms are firm and strong, with very smooth lines, neither excessively protruding nor appearing weak and feeble.

As Kong Wange watched, her cheeks began to feel slightly hot.

Fortunately, the people on the other side couldn't see it.

She calmly replied: "The recovery is going well; the scar is almost gone."

Murong Ting sent a smug emoji: [Thanks to your herbal anti-aging cream, it's very effective on acne scars and knife wounds (smug)]

Before Kong Wange could reply, another message came in: [By the way, Wanwan, what are your plans for tomorrow?]

Kong Wange: [Tomorrow is officially my admission day. I might have to film a promotional video with my senior, but I'm not sure if it'll be tomorrow. What's wrong?]

Kong Wange spoke without thinking, but the listener took it to heart.

She didn't know the word "senior," and someone stared at her intently for a long time.

After a while, the other end replied: "It's nothing. Since you're so busy tomorrow, get some rest."

Okay, goodnight.

Kong Wange held her phone, waiting for a response, but unfortunately, there was no reply.

...

the next day.

Kong Wange had just entered the school and hadn't even had a chance to register for the experimental class when she was stopped by Han Fei, the director of teaching.

"Hey, Kong, you're finally here! The department just received word that the film crew is arriving today. Time is tight and the task is heavy, so come with me quickly!"

Before Kong Wange could react, Han Fei dragged her to the director's office.

In the office, Bai Chenwu, the male lead who was cooperating with the filming, had already arrived.

When Kong Wange came in, he was resting on the huanghuali wood sofa. When he saw her come in, he stood up slightly and nodded as a greeting.

Kong Wange nodded in return.

Han Fei enthusiastically introduced them: "Come, come, let me introduce you two. Kong, this is your senior from the second grade, Bai Chenwu, who is also the male lead in this campus promotional video. Kong, Bai is a very popular figure in our college. He is handsome and has good grades."

Faced with the director's praise, Bai Chenwu maintained only a polite smile throughout.

After introducing him, Han Fei pointed to Kong Wange and said, "Xiao Bai, this is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Chenwu said directly, "Kong Wange, Teacher Han, I know her."

Han Fei said with slight surprise, "Hey, you've finally come to your senses? You're even taking your eyes off those medical books and looking at the girls now?"

Bai Chenwu coughed lightly and explained, "Teacher Han, you misunderstood. I was browsing the forum last night and happened to come across news about Junior Sister Kong."

"Forum? What news?" Han Fei asked with a gossipy expression, reaching for his phone to check it out.

Kong Wange was surprised that Han Fei, who was so serious in meetings, was so gossipy in private. She quickly changed the subject, saying, "Teacher Han, has the film crew arrived yet? Let's not delay the filming."

"Oh, right, right." Han Fei put down his phone and said, "There's a bit of traffic on the film set, but they'll be there soon. You two sit here and chat for a bit, I'll go out and take a look."