I've never been this gentle with myself before.
A hint of jealousy flashed in Yang Dazhuang's eyes.
Huaiyuan and I are just friends.
Seeing him makes me feel better.
The words Wenwen had once said flashed through my mind.
But soon, Wenwen noticed that Yang Huaiyuan was in a good mood. He was Zhou Wenwen's man, and Yang Huaiyuan already had a wife. Why did her wife still have a close relationship with Yang Huaiyuan?
He did take Qiao Wanyue's words to heart.
"From now on, you are not allowed to go near Wenwen."
Yang Dazhuang's face was frighteningly dark.
Zhou Wenwen wasn't afraid at all. "Yang Dazhuang, are you like those people outside, thinking that the child in my belly isn't yours?"
Zhou Wenwen got angry, and Yang Dazhuang chickened out.
“Wenwen, you’re already married to Dazhuang. All he asked you to do was keep your distance from other men, and you can’t even do that. Dazhuang has beaten up so many villagers for you, and you even said he suspects the child in your belly isn’t his. Do you have any conscience?” Qiao Wanyue said with great heartache.
Zhou Wenwen had a bad feeling.
Yang Dazhuang looked at Zhou Wenwen with a hurt expression.
Zhou Wenwen knew she could no longer protect Yang Huaiyuan; Yang Dazhuang was beginning to doubt himself.
Yang Huaiyuan was a weakling, no match for Yang Dazhuang. His tailbone was sore from the fall that he couldn't stand up on his own. Yang Dazhuang's blood had stained the floor red. Zhou Wenwen hesitated for a moment.
Who should she help first?
"Wenwen".
Without hesitation, Zhou Wenwen helped Yang Huaiyuan up. Yang Huaiyuan, with dark circles under his eyes, limped out as Zhou Wenwen helped him, shouting for the nurse. He didn't look like he was about to have a miscarriage at all.
"Get up." Qiao Wanyue didn't pity Yang Dazhuang.
He chose it himself.
Yang Dazhuang stared intently at his wife's departing figure.
"Wanyue, she really feels sorry for me, doesn't she?" Yang Dazhuang squatted on the ground, looking dejected.
His clothes were soaked with blood on the ground, but he was completely unaware of it.
He knew in fact that he was not good enough for Zhou Wenwen.
He's slow to react and a bit stubborn, but he's not really stupid.
Those who like him and those who don't know it in their hearts.
Qiao Wanyue: "Isn't it obvious?"
Yang Dazhuang: ......
Are you not even going to offer any comfort?
“Dazhuang, you’re simple-minded. Others might try to harm you, but your grandma won’t. Listen to your grandma more.” Qiao Wanyue brought up the old man again.
She could tell that during the time she and Lu Rong were away, Zhou Wenwen had almost completely destroyed the bond between Yang Dazhuang and He Xiaoman, the grandfather and granddaughter. If he continued to be so stubborn...
The old woman might really just abandon him.
He is truly at his wit's end.
"My grandma?"
Qiao Wanyue nodded, "The old lady has had a tough time raising you and Aunt Xinghua. Have you seen how many years older she's aged since you got married?"
Yang Dazhuang blinked, looking puzzled.
Is there?
His grandmother looked much more energetic, and even the wrinkles on her face had decreased significantly.
Qiao Wanyue felt no guilt whatsoever.
Her improved spirits and smoother wrinkles were clearly thanks to the fruit she gave her, and had nothing to do with Yang Dazhuang.
If it weren't for her, that old lady would have been driven to her death by anger long ago.
It's good that Yang Dazhuang feels a little guilty towards the old lady.
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