Wen Qiao smiled and, seemingly casually, asked Li Meilan if Zhao Minghan had remarried.
She has been abroad for the past two and a half years.
For more than a year prior, I had been in the Northwest.
It could be said that for three or four years, she was unaware of what was happening in Beicheng.
The residential compound where they lived was not in the same district as where Zhao Minghan lived.
But Zhou Xingchao and Zhao Minghan were comrades-in-arms.
If Zhao Minghan remarries, the Zhou family will definitely be notified.
Li Meilan said, "Officer Zhao, he dated someone two years ago. They dated for more than a year, but then he found out that the woman was secretly hitting his child. They had agreed to get married, and the wedding banquet was already booked, but it was canceled in the end."
Li Meilan wasn't stupid. When she heard Wen Qiao ask this, she thought to herself, "Could it be that Zhao Minghan came to see Wen Qiao?"
If that's really the case, then Zhao Minghan is quite impressive.
Wen Qiao hadn't even left her ex-husband's house yet, and he already came to her ex-husband's house to chase after his ex-wife. He's really bold.
Wen Qiao had also thought of these things, but she didn't want to tell Li Meilan.
I can't possibly tell her that Zhao Minghan is pursuing me, and that she's even come to my ex-husband's house.
Shen Jichuan didn't come back at noon; he didn't return until dinner time in the evening.
He looked a little unwell.
Perhaps I'm just used to having a cold demeanor in public.
I just got home, and my face hasn't recovered yet.
When Lü Yazhi saw Shen Jichuan return, she told Sister Wu, "Let's eat."
When Da Bao and Er Bao heard that it was time to eat, they immediately ran over. Wen Qiao looked at the two boys.
He asked with a smile, "Have you washed your hands? We need to wash our hands before eating."
Da Bao, who was originally climbing up the stool, immediately got off.
"I need to wash my hands."
Little Erbao looked at Wen Qiao and said, "Mom, you need to wash your hands too."
Fortunately, these two kids weren't led astray.
After returning to the Shen family, Wen Qiao spent almost all her days playing with the children.
She had already decided what kind of work she wanted to do before returning to China.
But now, she feels that spending time with her child and repairing their mother-son relationship is the best course of action.
She can talk about going back to work once the mother-son relationship is more harmonious.
Wen Qiao took her two sons to wash their hands.
The little one, whose hands had just been washed by his mother, sat quietly on a small stool.
Shen Jichuan looked at his daughter and reached out to poke her little face.
"Sanbao, where's Daddy? Why are you staring at Mommy? Can't you see Daddy?"
When Lü Yazhi saw Shen Jichuan playing with his little granddaughter, she noticed his serious expression, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.
Lü Yazhi didn't know to comment on her son-in-law's serious expression.
Instead, he coaxed the little one, saying, "Little one, call me Daddy. This is your daddy, okay?"
Little Sanbao nodded and said in a clear voice, "I know, he's my dad."
"I don't want anyone else to be my father, I want this father..."
Others being fathers?
Shen Jichuan's eyes suddenly turned puzzled.
Just then, Wen Qiao arrived with her two sons and settled the children in chairs.
Wen Qiao then looked at Shen Jichuan.
"The child described it incorrectly."
Shen Jichuan asked, "Who came today?"
He's quite clever, Wen Qiao thought to herself.
What Wen Qiao didn't know was that Shen Jichuan had always been wary of Zhao Minghan.
Both being men, Shen Jichuan had contacted Zhao Minghan before Wen Qiao returned to China.
Zhao Minghan also contacted him.
At the time, Shen Jichuan felt that Zhao Minghan's statement about Wen Qiao's identity was sensitive because her grandfather was a capitalist.
It will involve him.
When Shen Jichuan said he didn't plan to remarry Wen Qiao, Zhao Minghan's eyes suddenly lit up.
Shen Jichuan knew exactly what Zhao Minghan was thinking.
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