"Yueyue, Mom has prepared some things for your in-laws. You can take them back with you later."
Knowing that Wen Xingyue was going home, Huo's mother got up early in the morning and busied herself preparing a lot of things for her.
Sunflower seeds, candy, meat, fish, eggs—everything was prepared.
The in-laws doted on their daughter and sent her all the best things. Huo's mother also took every opportunity to send gifts to the Wen family.
Although the marriage of the two children was not peaceful, they are in-laws, and as long as the two children are doing well, that is more important than anything else.
The Huo family is not short of money, but it is certainly not as good as having two children in the family who are in business.
In this era, whoever does business makes money.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mom."
Wen Xingyue followed behind Huo's mother like a little tail, helping out by handing her a rope, a can of food, stuffing bags, and saying a few nice words to make Huo's mother smile. She was very involved.
I packed my things to take home, and the car was already waiting outside.
The couple got into the car and went home.
As for Xiaopang, he's already back in school after summer vacation and can no longer be his older brother and sister-in-law's little shadow.
The Huo and Wen families are actually not far apart, only a ten-minute drive away.
The two arrived at the Wen family home quickly.
Mr. Wen, Mrs. Wen, and Wen Rushang stood outside the door, gazing expectantly.
Just like when they went to the Fang family.
The car stopped, the window rolled down, and Mr. and Mrs. Wen saw their long-missed daughter; their eyes welled up with tears.
The two got out of the car.
"Yueyue."
Wen's mother strode forward, pulled Wen Xingyue along, and looked her over.
"Mother."
Wen Xingyue called out obediently.
Mr. Wen stood to the side, watching the mother and daughter being affectionate with a cold face, but his eyes couldn't help but sneak up on them, hoping that his daughter would call out to him.
"They've all lost weight, they've all lost weight."
Wen's mother looked her over carefully, her eyes reddening.
She lost weight every month.
"Mom, I haven't lost weight, I've actually gained weight."
Hearing her mother's words, Wen Xingyue hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. She simply stated the facts.
"Mom, how could you say such a thing against your conscience? Can't you really see that Yueyue's face is so round?"
Upon hearing his mother's words about being blind, Wen Rushang suddenly spoke up.
"You brat, how can you be round? You're still just a tiny little thing."
Wen's mother slapped Wen Rushang, who was leaning closer, and then reached out to touch Wen Xingyue's little face. She looked at it from left to right and didn't think her face was round.
It's not even small yet.
However, the flesh does feel a bit firmer to the touch, plump and chubby, and it feels really nice to touch.
Wen Xingyue was amused.
"Let's go home, Yueyue. Mom told Aunt Liu to make you something delicious."
Her smile instantly brought the two closer, and Wen's mother took Wen Xingyue's hand and led her inside.
"Wen Rushang, bring Tingxiao in." He then called to Wen Rushang, "Tingxiao, make yourself at home, make yourself at home." He then greeted Huo Tingxiao a couple more times.
Having met Huo Tingxiao before, Wen's mother didn't notice her daughter was so hot.
He didn't even glance at Wen's father as he passed by.
She wanted to see how long this old rascal could keep up the act.
They're all in their fifties or sixties, yet they still can't bring themselves to be shy.
Even though his daughter is back, he doesn't say a word.
As Wen's mother passed by him, she gave a cold snort.
He didn't like his daughter, but she did.
Before, I don't know who was so worried at home that they couldn't eat or sleep, and even caused themselves to have low blood sugar. They would also often sneak a peek at their daughter under the pretext of going to the military compound to play chess with someone.
Now that her daughter has finally come home, she's being stubborn and concerned about saving face.
Wen Xingyue noticed her father as soon as she got out of the car. She opened her mouth to call out, but her mother pulled her back and dragged her into the yard.
Wen Xingyue's greeting was abruptly stopped.
Seeing that his daughter and daughter-in-law were about to abandon him and run away, Mr. Wen panicked. His hard and serious face couldn't hold back anymore, and he coughed lightly, "Ahem."
Wen's mother ignored her. Wen Xingyue wanted to turn her head, but her mother pulled her back. Wen Xingyue's words caught in her throat. She vaguely realized that her mother didn't want her to speak.
"Mother."
Wen Xingyue wondered if this was inappropriate.
The daughter called out "Mom" again, but not "Dad." Father Wen coughed again, "Cough cough."
This time the sound was a bit louder.
"Dad, is your throat sore? We still have some cold medicine at home, I'll go back and get it for you."
Wen Rushang helped carry the things, and when he heard his elderly father cough, he pretended not to know the situation and spoke.
"..." Father Wen didn't believe his son didn't understand what he meant, so he glared at him. Sure enough, his son was just a troublemaker, not nearly as considerate as his daughter.
"Yueyue, you're home now. Tell Aunt Liu if there's anything you want to eat."
Knowing that the mother and son couldn't help him, Mr. Wen's serious face showed helplessness, and he compromised.
Those cold, hard eyes softened slightly, and their concerned gaze fell on their daughter.
His eyes held a mixture of relief and heartache.
"Dad, I will. If your throat is sore, I can take a look. I've been learning medicine from my master recently, so I can help you with simple illnesses. If it's serious, I'll take you to see my master."
Now that no one was stopping her, Wen Xingyue successfully shouted. However, the little peach blossom spirit was naive. Hearing her father coughing repeatedly and her brother saying that her father's throat was uncomfortable, Wen Xingyue looked at her father with her beautiful and clear eyes.
It showed concern.
"...Okay, Dad is fine. If Dad feels unwell, just ask Yueyue to take a look at him."
Mr. Wen was not good with words, so it was already quite remarkable that he could say such a thing to his beloved daughter.
The couple heard their son say that Yueyue was learning medicine from her friend's grandfather.
Although I was skeptical that my lazy youngest daughter wanted to study medicine, after all, there's a saying that if you try to persuade someone to study medicine, you'll be struck by lightning.
The youngest daughter, in particular, is the laziest. Spoiled by her parents at home, she won't even pick up a fallen broom; instead, she'll just step over it.
The couple were skeptical when he suddenly announced that he wanted to study medicine, specifically the difficult field of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
But the couple fully supports their daughter's choice.
If my daughter wants to learn, let her learn. Consider it something to do. If she doesn't want to do it anymore, she can take the money and go out to play, go shopping, buy delicious food, and buy pretty dresses.
Wen's father was the director of a state-owned garment factory in his early years, and Wen's mother was also the factory's accountant. Both of them had jobs, and the family was not short of money.
After their eldest son joined the army, half of his salary was given to him and his wife so they could buy their younger sister delicious food, pretty dresses, shoes... anything their sister liked.
Now that he's retired, he receives a pension. Wen Rushang is doing quite well in business and gives the couple a considerable amount of money.
Their combined salaries are more than enough to support their youngest daughter.
My parents seem easy to get along with; they don't seem angry with me anymore. But I still feel really bad for them, and I need to find a chance to apologize to them properly later.
Wen Xingyue glanced at her gentle and graceful mother, then at her father, whose face looked serious but whose eyes held no authority whatsoever when they were fixed on her, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
She breathed a sigh of relief, while Mr. and Mrs. Wen took a deep breath.
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