When Wu Xiuli walked into the living room, she saw several footprints on the floor.
Wu Xiuli's brow furrowed. She knew these country folks were up to no good. They had just walked in and had already soiled the living room floor. Who knew they would break the dishes? After they left, she would have her own things to do.
"Come, come, Zi Qiu and Zi Yun, come over and call people. This is your Grandpa Zhao, Grandpa Zhao's daughter Aunt Yunxiang, son-in-law Uncle Zhixin, and Grandpa Zhao's son Uncle Guohui." Wen Yiran happily called his two little kids over to call people, completely forgetting that the two little ones had just been to Zhaojiagou yesterday.
Although Wen Ziqiu and Wen Ziyun felt reluctant, they still sweetly addressed the Zhao family elders in front of Wen Yiran. The twins' performance made Wen Yiran laugh out loud. Elderly people are like that; an obedient and motivated younger generation is more important than anything else.
Wen Yiran was envious! Look at Brother Zhao, everyone in the family took him seriously.
As soon as he entered, Wen Yiran noticed that Zhao Guohui had been by Zhao Qingshan's side. When Zhao Qingshan wanted to sit down, Zhao Guohui supported his arm to make his movements less violent. Zhao Qingshan's leg had been injured on the battlefield, and standing up or sitting down would strain his meridians.
"Dad, the meal is ready, shall we eat first?" Wu Xiuli was furious when she saw her father-in-law's warm and hospitable demeanor. There were so many people, and after calling everyone in, the food was already cold.
"Wife Yulong, this is the millet and mung beans that Brother Zhao brought me. Take them to the kitchen and put them in order. Then make two bowls of porridge for me every morning." Wen Yiran ignored Wu Xiuli's words and handed a bulging hemp sack in his hand to Wu Xiuli, asking her to take it to the kitchen.
As soon as this guest arrived, he would definitely sit down and exchange a few pleasantries before discussing food. He was immediately asked to sit down and eat as soon as he entered the house. Did he think he was a pig? Or had he never eaten in the countryside?
There was a lot of stuff in the sack, about forty or fifty kilograms. Wu Xiuli used all her strength and finally dragged the big sack into the kitchen.
"Country bumpkins, you can't even pack things separately. You're showing off your strength with such a big bag?" Wu Xiuli angrily put the sack in the corner of the kitchen and muttered. She could see that Wen Yiran was very warm to Zhao Qingshan's family. Even if she was angry, she couldn't vent her anger in front of the guests, otherwise her hard work these days would be in vain.
After Zhou Yuanyuan entered the house, she habitually spread her spiritual sense to scan the entire building. The Wen family's house was quite spacious. With ten rooms on the second and third floors combined, plus two maid's quarters on the first floor, it was more than enough to accommodate the entire Wen family.
Wu Xiuli's mumblings reached Zhou Yuanyuan's ears word for word. She frowned, said nothing, and looked at Wen Ziqing with sympathy. From Wen Yiran's greeting, Zhou Yuanyuan had already guessed Wu Xiuli's identity—Wen Ziqing's stepmother.
With such a stepmother, it seems Bingshan’s life at home is not easy! Zhou Yuanyuan came to a conclusion secretly.
When Wen Ziqing first arrived in Zhaojiagou, he was unwilling to even speak. Zhou Yuanyuan initially thought that Wen Ziqing was naturally cold. Now it seems that the root cause of Wen Ziqing's silence seems to be related to his family.
Wen Ziqing didn't understand why Zhou Yuanyuan looked at him, but he was always a quiet person. Seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan didn't say anything, he didn't ask any more questions, but just squeezed the little hand in his hand a little tighter.
Wen Ziqing knew that Wen Ziyun had been secretly glancing at Zhou Yuanyuan since they entered the room. Wen Ziqing hated the way Wen Ziyun looked at her. It was intense and obsessive, not admiring, but tinged with a tinge of mad determination. A sense of alarm welled up in Wen Ziqing's heart. Wen Ziyun, that brat, had been the same in both lives. When Wen Ziqing was a child, he'd tried to steal her favorite toys. When she grew up, he'd tried to steal her job. And now, he'd even snatched away any female friends who'd spoken to her for a few minutes, regardless of whether they truly needed him or not.
Wen Ziqing could give up toys, promotion opportunities, and friends to Wen Ziyun, but he would never give up Little Nine, his daughter. When Wen Ziqing thought of this, a solemn expression appeared on his face.
Zhou Yuanyuan had no idea of the numerous thoughts running through Wen Ziqing's mind at that moment. She continued to scan the Wen residence. In a bedroom on the second floor, a white-haired elderly woman lay in bed, her skin flabby and flaky. What startled Zhou Yuanyuan was the faint, gray aura lingering around her.
Zhou Yuanyuan had heard Zhao Qingshan mention Feng Xueying's illness. Judging by the old woman's age and appearance, she was almost certain it was Wen Yiran's wife, Feng Xueying. But Feng Xueying wasn't even sixty yet; logically, she shouldn't be so exhausted. Zhou Yuanyuan was baffled.
In the study on the second floor, a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a neat military uniform, was reading a letter. Based on his appearance and the four pockets on his clothes, Zhou Yuanyuan could tell that it was Wen Ziqing's father, Wen Yulong.
As Zhou Yuanyuan's spiritual sense swept over him, Wen Yulong suddenly became alert and hurriedly folded the half-read letter a few times. When Wen Yulong looked around, the aura that had made him palpitate had disappeared without a trace.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know that her unintentional action made Wen Yulong feel like he was facing a formidable enemy, and he tortured him severely for several days afterwards.
Zhou Yuanyuan did not continue to look around the Wen family, because at this time, Wen Yiran summoned several children to his side.
"Zi Qiu and Zi Yun, come meet your brother Sheng and sister Yuan Yuan. You're all about the same age, so get along well." Wen Yiran said cheerfully. Worried that Zhou Yuan Yuan and her siblings might be shy, he quickly gathered the younger ones together. Wen Zi Yan, Zhou Yuan Yuan's granddaughter, who was the same age as Zhou Yuan Yuan, had gone out with Wen Yu Xiang and his wife to pay New Year's greetings today and hadn't returned to the small building at noon.
Wen Yiran liked Zhou Yuanyuan the moment he saw her. The girl was pretty and well-behaved, with bright eyes that showed she was bright and clever. She and his typically taciturn grandson, Ziqing, made a perfect match! Wen Yiran smiled happily.
Wen Ziyun stared at Zhou Yuanyuan with sparkling eyes. Yesterday, Wen Ziyun asked Zhao Qingshan if he wanted to learn martial arts from him, but Zhao Qingshan declined. Zhao Qingshan said he was old and didn't have the energy to teach another apprentice. Wen Ziyun was jealous and mad, but he tried hard not to cry. He also wanted to stay in Zhaojiagou and play with Zhou Yuanyuan. Why could his elder brother do it, but he couldn't?
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