Pei Yuchen: "?"
Song Yanzhi: "I remember you two used to have a very good relationship."
Pei Yuchen: "How do you know?"
Song Yanzhi withdrew her gaze and slowly said, "On our wedding night, you took Zhou Qiao home late at night. Isn't that a good relationship?"
Pei Yuchen frowned, a hint of doubt in his voice, "Did I take her home that day?"
Song Yanzhi said in a deep voice, "You don't even remember what you did? She was drunk at the time, and Mom said you carried her back home."
When she asked Wang Yanmei, Wang Yanmei explained in detail, telling her not to overthink it, as they were just childhood sweethearts.
At that time, Song Yanzhi had just gotten married and still considered the two of them as relatives, so of course she didn't care.
All she remembered was that Pei Yuchen came back very late, and he was drunk. He pinned her down without even any foreplay.
Song Yan had never cared about this matter in her previous life. If she didn't know the subsequent plot, she probably wouldn't have thought anything of it.
Pei Yuchen turned his head and looked at her, saying, "It seems that there is such a thing."
Song Yanzhi immediately tried to pull her hand back, but the man held it tightly. He then heard the man say in a deep and gentle voice, "But I was drunk at the time, so I asked Xiao Hai to take me."
Song Yanzhi paused, stopped what she was doing, and stared at him in astonishment. "Xiao Hai sent it?"
Pei Yuchen nodded slightly. As for why he got back so late, he didn't tell her. At that time, he was still young and impetuous. He had just gotten married and was a little nervous. Some of his brothers dragged him out to drink to boost his courage.
Then, sensing something was amiss, he asked in a low voice, "Did someone say something to you?"
Song Yanzhi felt somewhat heavy-hearted and said, "No one told me this; I just suddenly remembered it."
Pei Yuchen was silent for a moment, then asked her, "So you still believe that I abandoned you on our wedding night and went home with Zhou Qiao?"
Song Yanzhi: "..."
That's what she thought.
"Fine, blame me if you want. I admit I was overthinking things and misunderstood you."
She turned her head away, feeling a little sad. Could it be that she had really misunderstood these things?
The more she loved Pei Yuchen, the more she hated him when she found out he was with Zhou Qiao.
But Song Yanzhi forgot that what happened later was all part of a novel plot, not something he had witnessed firsthand.
While the events that occurred in the early stages were indeed true, some things were not as they appeared on the surface.
At least, at least for now, Pei Yuchen doesn't seem to have the same feelings for Zhou Qiao as outsiders claim.
Perhaps his subsequent relationship with Zhou Qiao is just a plot device in the novel.
At least for now, he hasn't done anything to betray himself.
"Why should I blame you?" Pei Yuchen asked, puzzled. "It was indeed my fault for not handling this properly. I didn't explain things clearly to you at the time. I'm glad you had your thoughts about it."
Song Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him.
A hint of a smile appeared in Pei Yuchen's dark eyes.
She didn't understand, "What are you happy about?"
"Of course I'm happy. How could I not be happy that my annoying wife, who doesn't even want to look at me, cares about me?"
He suddenly took her hand, brought it to his lips, and gently kissed the back of her hand.
Song Yanzhi was instantly jolted as if by electric shock, and jerked her hand back in shock.
They've gone mad, they've all gone mad.
How could this man be so bold?
This is still outside.
Song Yanzhi didn't know what she was thinking. Her mind was blank, and she pulled Xiaobao along, head down, and walked forward.
But she knew very well that her face must be very red.
It wasn't shame, it was annoyance.
...
Xiao Bao was overjoyed to be back in the preschool class.
He had wanted to go to school for a long time, especially after dreaming that Pei Jichuan was very smart, he looked forward to it even more.
But he didn't expect that while everyone called him a fool, the children at school were even more foolish than him, not only foolish but also prone to crying.
They didn't pay attention in class, always fooling around and didn't even know how to do math.
They play all day long.
He was the only one studying diligently.
Xiao Bao didn't really like this kind of place, but he thought that if Pei Jichuan could tolerate it, he could certainly tolerate it too. As long as he studied hard and became as smart as Pei Jichuan in his dream, his mother would definitely only love him.
Later, that so-called Director Pig wanted to test him, but not only were the kids dumber than him, Director Pig was also dumber than him, so he looked down on him.
This time, his mother asked him to come, but he was unwilling, wanting to learn from his mother at home.
My mother's teaching is much better than the school's.
But Mom said it's free, so there's no harm in not taking it. Besides, this time it's different from before; he'll be in a different class, the same class as Tiezhu, so he'll have company.
Xiao Bao followed along and was led by the teacher to the senior class. He saw many children taller than him, all sitting quietly and looking at him curiously. Each of them had a book and a pen in their hand, and he immediately became excited.
Li Tiezhu wasn't particularly smart; it was just that he was already six years old, and the small class consisted of younger children who didn't understand things.
That's why he came to the senior class.
He and Xiaobao had completely different ideas. He didn't want to study at all; he wanted to herd cattle. But his grandmother was not happy, saying that Xiaobao was younger than him and was already in school, and he would be ashamed if he didn't.
He didn't want to lose face, and he was afraid of being called a fool like Xiao Bao, so he agreed to come to the Yuhong Class.
Upon seeing Xiao Bao, she immediately raised her hand and waved, shifting her position slightly to the side and loudly proclaiming, "Xiao Bao, sit with me."
The teacher noticed that the two knew each other, so she arranged for Xiaobao to sit with him.
Xiao Bao looks so small. Most of the children in his senior class are six years old. Although Xiao Bao is five years old, he looks about the same size as a four-year-old.
She was a little worried that her child wouldn't be able to adapt.
Song Yanzhi watched as Xiaobao found a seat, thanked the teacher, and then gave Xiaobao some milk, instructing him: "Be good at school. If you can't finish the milk, don't drink it if it gets cold. Wait for your mother to pick you up this afternoon, and don't run around on your own."
Xiao Bao nodded, then hugged the bottle and started gulping down the milk.
The milk was fresh milk that Pei Yuchen brought back from the army. It was boiled and was especially sweet, much better than the milk powder that Song Yanzhi bought, but it had no flavor. Song Yanzhi knew that Xiaobao liked sweets, so he added some white sugar to it, and Xiaobao loved drinking it.
He drank half of the bottle of milk in one go.
The sweet aroma of milk wafted everywhere.
Li Tiezhu, standing to the side, swallowed hard.
Every now and then, she would cast a glance at Xiao Bao, as if asking if she could have a sip.
However, Xiao Bao seemed not to see it.
After Song Yanzhi came out, she went straight to the primary school.
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