Wang Xiaolan stared at Yu Wenlin's face full of sorrow, and a feeling of pity welled up in her heart.
She gently extended her hand, placed it lightly on her mother's shoulder, and said softly, "Mom, please stop blaming yourself! You know, Zeng Weiwei and Wenwen are two completely different people! Zeng Weiwei, her own values have already deviated seriously, and her stance is wavering and extremely unsteady. It's not that you haven't taught her. On the contrary, you have done your best to guide her on the right path. However, she is stubborn and insists on embarking on that wrong path. So, all the consequences are her own fault. You and Dad can't be blamed!"
Aunt Tian, standing by, had a look of pity on her face as she comforted him, "Wenlin, stop blaming yourself! You're completely different from Aunt Zhang. She's a greedy person who only cares about profit! It's because of her selfish character that she's ruined her own children. Look at you, and your two biological children—they're simply amazing! Your daughter is a skilled doctor, and even the professors in the provincial capital respect her. And your son is doing an excellent job at the bureau. You should be happy, and don't be sad about people who have nothing to do with you. It's different with your biological children; they inherited everything from you two..."
At this time, when Yu Wenlin heard Aunt Tian mention the two children in her family, her eyes softened, a warm current surged in her heart, and an indescribable sense of relief arose spontaneously.
At this time, Yu Wenlin also figured it out and would no longer be sad or blame himself for Zeng Weiwei's affairs. No matter how hard he tried, it was just an external factor. The real thing was the internal factors.
Seeing that Yu Wenlin's mood had improved, Aunt Tian brought the topic back to Zhang Wenwen.
"Wenwen has such a miserable life! It's her mother who's ruined her. She's so young and can't have children, so it's going to be hard for her to marry into a good family! I heard the wife of a department store manager died six months ago, and they have a two-year-old daughter with no one to take care of her. He asked Grandma Li from our family compound to act as a matchmaker. I wonder if Wenwen would agree?"
Yu Wenlin said, "Is this really true? But this means becoming a stepmother! Wenwen is a very proud child. I wonder if Wenwen will agree to this. It's hard to say."
Just as she was speaking, Grandma Li happened to pass by Yu Wenlin's house, and Aunt Tian called her.
"Grandma Li, have you settled the matter regarding your nephew?"
Grandma Li knew what she was asking about and said, "Old Zhang said he has no objection, as long as Wenwen is willing."
Auntie Tian asked, "Did Wenwen express her opinion?"
Grandma Li said, "Wenwen, she agreed. We're getting married next month."
Auntie Tian said happily, "This is a good thing. Wenwen can't have children anyway, so she will treat the child well. Fortunately, the child is still young and can be taken care of."
Grandma Li said, "I think so too. Besides, Wenwen is a child we have watched grow up. She is kind by nature, but she just made a mistake in a moment of confusion. My nephew will love his wife very much, and Wenwen will not suffer any loss if she marries him."
Auntie Tian said, "That's right, that's right. Grandma Li, you've done a great thing. Wenwen will have a support system for her future life."
After a few people finished chatting, it was already time for dinner, so everyone went back home to cook dinner.
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The next day.
After breakfast, Wang Xiaolan went to report to the cram school at No. 1 Middle School in the city.
After checking in, Wang Xiaolan clutched the slip of paper with her classroom number written on it. Feeling a little excited, she slowly ascended the stairs, scanning the signs at each room door. Finally, when she reached the west end of the second floor, she saw the classroom she had been waiting for.
Standing outside the classroom door and peering through the window, I could clearly see the room already filled with students attending tutoring classes. Some were buried in their books, some were whispering to each other, and some were sorting their belongings. The atmosphere was remarkably quiet and focused.
The sunlight shines through the window onto the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow, which seems to add a touch of warmth and vitality to the space.
Wang Xiaolan took a deep breath, gently pushed the door open, and walked in. Instantly, dozens of pairs of eyes simultaneously cast curious and friendly glances her way. She smiled shyly, glanced at the slip of paper with her seat number written on it, and scanned the classroom. Only a few seats were empty.
The once silent classroom erupted in a commotion as Wang Xiaolan gracefully stepped through the threshold. The gazes of many male classmates were glued to her like a magnet, as if drawn by some invisible magic.
Her figure was graceful and elegant, her slender frame as soft and graceful as a willow in the breeze. Then there was her face, delicately carved, barely the size of a palm, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Every line was perfectly defined, like a masterpiece of nature's art. The beauty of her features surpassed even those of the most dazzling stars.
Her skin, as smooth as silk and as white as snow, is truly astonishing. If one were to describe the texture of her skin in one word, "as smooth as cream" would undoubtedly be the most appropriate description, and it can even be said that there is no exaggeration at all.
Just as Wang Xiaolan was looking for her seat, a tall, handsome young man in the class stood up from his seat and walked in front of Wang Xiaolan.
"Hello, classmate. My last name is Wei Guoqiang. I'm a secretary in the office of a certain bureau. I'm here for tutoring and I'm also the acting monitor of this class. What's your last name, classmate?"
Wang Xiaolan smiled at him and took a quick look at the man in front of her. Her eyes first fell on his tall and straight figure, secretly estimating that his height was probably at least 1.8 meters.
With such a height, even among national athletes in later generations, he would definitely be considered outstanding and not inferior.
His broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry the weight of the world, and his thick chest gave people a feeling of incomparable solidity and reliability.
In short, the man standing in front of Wang Xiaolan exudes a unique charm in both figure and temperament, which is unforgettable.
I thought to myself, "How could this person be an office secretary? Judging from his physique and temperament, he should be an athlete! What a pity for his physique. If he had been an athlete, maybe he could have achieved something."
At this moment, her eyes accidentally passed behind Wei Guoqiang and she suddenly noticed that several girls were staring at them intently. These girls' eyes were filled with a complex mix of curiosity, gossip, and jealousy...
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