The plane flew directly to the provincial capital, and Qin Xiaoyu saw Tang Wenwen, who was heavily pregnant, as soon as she got off the plane.
"Wenwen, this is such a good thing! Why didn't you tell me?" Qin Xiaoyu was taken aback.
"Why would I tell you? Do you think I'm like you? I'm tough as nails." Tang Wenwen said domineeringly, but looking at Jiang Fusheng's helpless and angry expression, it was clear that she was being too willful.
When she got home, her aunt greeted her with a smile. Qin Xiaoyu glanced around but didn't see Hanhan's grandmother.
“She’s too disruptive. My aunt can’t stand it, so I rented another place for her. Let her be,” Tang Wenwen answered without her having to ask.
"I thought she was going to grow up."
"Some people, you can never expect them to be sensible. I heard that Xiao Ye's mother died?" Tang Wenwen didn't want to say more and changed the subject.
How did you know?
“I went back home a few days ago and heard it from my cousin-in-law. Sigh, she’s just doing her duty. It’ll save you some trouble if one of them dies.”
"Xiaoyu, you have to do something about Wenwen! We've tried to talk her out of it, but she won't listen. She's seven months pregnant and still running around everywhere." Auntie grabbed Qin Xiaoyu and complained.
"Alright, now that I'm back, leave things here to me. You just focus on having the baby." Qin Xiaoyu was also angry at Tang Wenwen's expression.
Just then, Sister Zhang arrived. When she entered the room, Qin Xiaoyu almost didn't recognize her. She looked completely different from when they went out on an inspection trip together last time; she looked more than ten years younger.
The once stiff, plain haircut has been cut short and layered, making the person look much more capable. The eyes are also bright, and the person speaks quickly and urgently.
"Sister Zhang, after spending some time with Wenwen, your temper has changed," Qin Xiaoyu said with a smile.
“We two sisters get along very well, and I just love her personality,” Sister Zhang said with a smile.
"That's right, we Fusheng have good taste. Look at all this dirt, aren't you hungry?" Auntie pulled Xiao Zichen in and let him play in the dirt. The boy is growing more and more like Jingtian, and he's quite good-looking, except his eyes are like Tang Wenwen's, with a certain spirit.
"Where's my dad?" Xiao Zichen asked blankly, but he wasn't shy around strangers.
"Your dad is at the hotel; we'll go there together in a bit."
There's a story behind this: Qi Si had almost finished cleaning up his business in his hometown, and he didn't want to continue with the one in the provincial capital, so he simply handed it over to Jiang Fusheng.
Jiang Fusheng took over the job because it was close to both his home and the department store, and it was a convenient task.
This way, it's convenient to eat and drink at home, and there's also a place to entertain guests when they come to the mall, which is a win-win situation.
Now that the shopping mall is contracted out, it's no longer like before when public funds were used to reimburse expenses without regard to cost; it's now our own business, so we try to save as much as possible.
"Zichen plays the drums so well! He'll perform for you after dinner," Auntie said, eager to show off to Qin Xiaoyu.
"Grandma, don't always brag about me. It's not that good. It's because Dad taught me well. I didn't study very hard." Little Zichen is less than a year older than when I saw him in Shanghai last year, but his little mouth has already opened wide, and he speaks fluently and logically.
It seems that parental genes are extremely important.
Because it was nearby, the group walked there, which was only a ten-minute walk. Afraid that Xiao Zichen would run off, A Lei simply carried him in his arms.
Jiang Fusheng had made arrangements in advance, reserving a private room for easy conversation. Qin Xiaoyu saw that the hotel was full, knowing that business was good.
In fact, Jiang Fusheng couldn't be happier
No one at the table could drink alcohol. Jiang Fusheng and A Lei only drank some beer. Sister Zhang sat with them for a while, but then got up and went home because she was worried it would be too late to catch a ride.
Now that only one family is left, it's easier to talk things out.
Qin Xiaoyu then told Tang Wenwen about what happened in Shanghai in detail. Her aunt, who was playing with Zichen, also overheard some of the story and couldn't help but sigh.
"Being a mistress is hereditary. If the mother does it, the daughter will too. There's no going back," the aunt sighed.
"Are they still in Shanghai?"
"I guess she'll find another job. Once you step through this door, there's no way you can get out," Qin Xiaoyu sighed.
"She doesn't even look in the mirror, yet she dares to seduce this Ah Lei? I'm dying of laughter." Tang Wenwen sneered.
“Their values are different from ours. That’s called unrequited love. They’re quietly watching over him without saying it out loud. Maybe that’s what true love is.” Before Qin Xiaoyu could finish speaking, A Lei rolled his eyes at her.
"Don't disgust me."
"These are all cultivated slowly, through constant exposure and influence; they can't be easily acquired."
The door to the private room opened, and a man poked his head in.
"Baozi, you're here." Jiang Fusheng quickly got up and went outside with the person called Baozi to chat.
"This is Fusheng's classmate," Tang Wenwen recognized him.
Qin Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that female reporter Sun Xiuzhen, wasn't she also a classmate?
As luck would have it, a few people came in from outside, some of whom Auntie knew. It turned out they were classmates having a get-together. Jiang Fusheng had heard about it and paid the bill. They had come to express their gratitude because they heard Auntie was there too.
Sun Xiuzhen was among them, wearing a light green cloth dress, her expression cold and her gaze toward Tang Wenwen filled with contempt.
Tang Wenwen's belly was large, and even wearing a maternity dress couldn't hide her figure. She stood up confidently and greeted her classmates.
“Fusheng, your son is tall enough.” Baozi picked up Xiao Zichen from his aunt’s arms and weighed him in his hand.
"The little guy is greedy for growth, and he can eat a lot too." Jiang Fusheng affectionately pinched Xiao Zichen's cheek.
"It would be great if my sister-in-law had a daughter this time, then we'd have a son and a daughter, making a perfect family," a female classmate said with a smile.
"No, that's not how you do it. I'm afraid Auntie won't agree to it either." Sun Xiuzhen suddenly spoke up. Those who knew the inside story understood what she meant, but those who were kept in the dark were quite surprised.
Jiang Fusheng cast a warning glance at her. Seeing that the attack had gained momentum and was even pushing its luck, Sun Xiuzhen smiled and said, "I regret that I didn't attend your wedding. It's been two years."
This was clearly a deliberate attempt to cause trouble. Xiao Zichen was only three years old, and they'd been married for two years; this was a bit much. Even the most obtuse person would know there was a hidden meaning, but you can't just openly criticize someone to their face. Someone tugged at Sun Xiuzhen's clothes, signaling her to stop talking.
“We’re both too career-oriented. I’ve been urging them for so long, but they still won’t let me have a wedding. If the child hadn’t come first, I don’t know how long I would have had to wait!” Aunt knew she couldn’t stay silent now. If she didn’t come out to clarify, the rumors about Xiao Zichen’s background would spread like wildfire.
When the child grows up, who knows, some gossip might tell him. She and Jiang Fusheng are determined to raise Xiao Zichen as their own child. Given Tang Wenwen's spoiled nature, she probably won't want to have any more children after this one. Whether it's a boy or a girl, they'll accept it.
My aunt couldn't have been clearer: although this was considered premarital pregnancy, the couple was married, so there was nothing to criticize. Those present suddenly understood and didn't pursue the matter further.
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