Pei Jichuan was surprised that his psychological reaction was seen through so easily. His face flushed red instantly, and he felt that his slight jealousy had nowhere to hide.
"I...I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
He wanted to refute something, but the words wouldn't come out.
“You don’t need to apologize. Whether you do it or not is up to you,” Pei Yuchen interrupted him calmly.
Pei Jichuan felt even more ashamed.
Although Xiao Bao disliked the brother and sister and never gave them a kind look.
But they were eating food cooked with money earned by Uncle Pei, because he helped his father adopt them, so he was willing to raise them, so that they could eat their fill, dress warmly, and go to school like other children.
Both morally and logically, I should stand up for Xiaobao when he is misunderstood.
But not only do I not have it, I'm still making excuses.
He's so annoying.
Pei Jichuan began to doubt himself. Perhaps he, like his sister, was jealous of Xiaobao and was an ungrateful, bad child...
Pei Yuchen didn't say much and took Xiaobao home.
Actually, he's leaving tomorrow, so he discussed it with Song Yanzhi today and decided to come and pick up the child himself.
Seeing that it was still early, he took Xiaobao out for a stroll and then went to a bicycle shop.
"Dad, should we buy a bicycle?"
Xiao Bao's gaze was drawn to the colorful bicycles in front of him, and he asked blankly.
Several families in their residential compound also own bicycles. They ride them out to buy groceries every day, and sometimes they take their children along. It's a lot of fun.
But Xiao Bao thought that was something they could never afford.
So he never fantasized about it.
But now his father actually brought him to look at bicycles.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Yes, buy it for your mom, then you won't have to wait for the bus to get to school."
Pei Yuchen thought that walking to school was quite far, and taking the bus would be hot and humid on this day.
Moreover, Song Yan's time between classes coincided with peak hours.
There are many children and adults.
Pushing and shoving can easily lead to injury.
So he thought that if he bought her a bicycle, it would be perfect for her to take the child to school.
Xiao Bao's eyes shone even brighter.
It turned out to be a gift for my mother.
The bicycles in their residential compound are all ridden by grown men.
I've hardly ever seen a woman ride it.
Now that I look at it, I realize there are so many colors, and they're also available in men's and women's styles.
Xiao Bao looked on curiously.
Pei Yuchen browsed for a while and settled on a beige one. The basket in front could hold things, making it convenient whether going to class or grocery shopping.
He made his choice right away. Although the women's model was a bit smaller, Pei Yuchen could ride it steadily.
This brand of bicycle is very durable.
Pei Yuchen looked at his son, who was excitedly following behind him like a little tail, picked him up and put him on the back seat, letting him hold him, and then rode his bicycle home.
The wind suddenly picked up, and Xiao Bao clung tightly to his father's broad back, his hands gripping tightly, his eyes filled with excitement.
My home, which usually takes twenty minutes to walk to, is now just a short walk away.
Xiao Bao was still a little unsatisfied.
But he wanted his mother to see the new bicycle even more.
So he immediately got out of the car and ran into the house.
"Mommy, Mommy."
Song Yanzhi was wondering why Pei Yuchen hadn't brought the child back even though she had already arrived home.
Then I heard my son's incredibly excited voice.
She went outside, and her son rushed over, anxiously tugging at Song Yanzhi's clothes and calling, "Mommy, Mommy, come quick, look at the bicycle..."
Song Yanzhi was still confused when she followed him out and saw Pei Yuchen slowly pushing his bicycle into the yard.
She paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "A bicycle?"
Pei Yuchen nodded slightly: "I'm leaving tomorrow, so I picked out a car for you. It will be convenient for you to take the kids to school and grocery shopping. Would you like to give it a try?"
Song Yanzhi was genuinely surprised; she hadn't expected Pei Yuchen to think of buying her a bicycle.
She had ridden bicycles before, but that was several years from now.
Back then, everyone had a bicycle. If she was close to someone, she could try it out, and she found it very convenient.
But considering I have several children at home, the pressure is still too much, so I couldn't bring myself to buy it.
I never expected to have it so soon in this lifetime.
Moreover, judging from the color, Pei Yuchen probably didn't buy it for himself.
This is a women's bicycle, which is much smaller than the men's model.
Although men can ride it, it would be very inconvenient for them to ride given their size.
Song Yanzhi didn't stand on ceremony and stepped forward to examine it.
Little Bao followed behind like a little tail.
I completely forgot to show my award certificate to my mom.
Pei Yuchen originally intended to take this opportunity to teach his wife a lesson in order to get closer to her.
But he didn't expect that Song Yanzhi could ride away on it.
For a moment, they were speechless.
Xiao Bao, on the other hand, followed nervously behind, urging her mother to slow down, afraid that she might fall.
Pei Yuchen told her to practice more in the yard while he went inside to prepare dinner.
He can cook, but he doesn't have Song Yanzhi's refined skills.
The frozen hind leg meat in the refrigerator was stewed in an iron pot, and soon the aroma of the meat filled the air.
The sounds of his wife and children laughing could be heard from outside from time to time. Although his relationship with his wife had not improved, Pei Yuchen felt content just looking at them.
After practicing for more than half an hour, Song Yanzhi was also a little tired. She wiped her sweat and looked at her son chasing after her with his hair all wet, which made her laugh.
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