When Wen Ziqing regained consciousness, he felt darkness in front of his eyes and his whole body felt like he was lying in a hot spring, warm and comfortable.
Where is this? Just as this thought flashed through Wen Ziqing's mind, a sharp voice rang out, crying and shouting. Although the voice was raised an octave, Wen Ziqing still recognized it as Wu Xiuli's voice.
"Sister Aimei, hit me! I didn't mean to do it. It was... Yulong who asked me to come here. He said he liked me. I... I was drunk and didn't know anything. I really don't know how we ended up sleeping in the same bed."
"Get out." Cao Aimei's voice was cold.
"Aimei, it's my fault. I was drunk and mistook Xiaoli for you. It's all my fault. Don't blame Xiaoli." Wen Yulong's voice was full of pain and regret.
"Sister Aimei, ahhh... hit me! I didn't expect it to be like this. I like Yulong, but I never thought of snatching Yulong away." Wu Xiuli said it pitifully, making Wen Ziqing want to vomit.
What were these two scumbags and bitches doing? What did they want from their mother? Wen Ziqing was furious and couldn't help but struggle.
A gentle hand patted Wen Ziqing's body, making a soft "dong dong" sound. Cao Aimei's gentle voice rang out: "Baby, dear, mommy is here!"
Am I in my mother's belly? Am I still an unborn baby? Wen Ziqing was stunned for a moment, then felt a little shy.
What on earth was going on out there? Were Wen Yulong and Wu Xiuli teaming up to bully Mom? Had they been together for so long? No! He couldn't let this pair of scumbags bully Mom! He had to see what was going on. Oh, and he was a cultivator; he had divine consciousness.
After Wen Ziqing woke up, he lay in the warm amniotic fluid and released his consciousness.
The first thing Wen Ziqing saw was a room. The row of mahogany furniture reminded him of his childhood home, where he had spent four years, and the dormitory building assigned to Wen Yulong by the Southeast Military Region. These mahogany furniture were Cao Aimei's dowry.
The room was a bit messy. Cao Aimei stood by the bed, looking expressionlessly at the two naked figures. The crimson satin quilt had fallen to the floor, dangling at Cao Aimei's feet. Wen Yulong and Wu Xiuli each held one of the two pillows, covering their private parts.
Cao Aimei let go of the child only after she felt that he had stopped kicking.
Cao Aimei's eyes were cold. She didn't even look at Wu Xiuli. She just stared at Wen Yulong and asked, "Wen Yulong, what do you say we should do now?"
"Aimei, I..." Wen Yulong gritted his teeth, raised his head and said, "Aimei, it's my fault. Can you forgive me and Xiaoli?"
"Forgive you? How can I forgive you? Are we going to divorce and help you get together?" A hint of sneer appeared at the corner of Cao Aimei's mouth.
"No! Aimei, you know I love you. I won't divorce you. If we divorce, Dad won't let me go." Wen Yulong shuddered, remembering the merciless beatings Wen Yiran had given him and his brothers. Wen Yulong knew that if Aimei divorced him because of his misdeeds, his father would definitely beat him to death.
"So what do you think we should do? And what are you going to do with this woman?" Cao Aimei rested one hand on her waist, the other caressing her round belly, a maternal glow radiating from her face. After asking this question, Cao Aimei turned back, her back to the couple on the bed. Honestly, the sight of such a bitch made Cao Aimei sick. If it weren't for the child in her belly, she wouldn't even speak to Wen Yulong right now.
"Aimei, we won't get divorced. Xiaoli and I won't see each other again. Believe me." Wen Yulong made a decision immediately. Compared to Cao Aimei, Wu Xiuli was only a few years younger. What else could compare to Cao Aimei?
"Brother Yulong~!" Wu Xiuli's voice was full of pain and disbelief.
"Xiao Li, I'm sorry. I'll find you a better job and give you two hundred yuan. I hope you'll... forget me!" Wen Yulong quickly promised. If Wu Xiuli continued to hold onto this matter, he, Wen Yulong, would be in trouble. In this day and age, those with dishonest conduct could not have a good future.
"Brother Yulong, I... wow~!" Wu Xiuli burst into tears. Wu Xiuli knew that Wen Yulong was about to give up on her, and her cries were filled with resentment. Why couldn't she marry Brother Yulong? Why couldn't she be Mrs. Wen? Was it because of her low birth? She didn't have good parents, and it wasn't her will. She was already in this situation, so why would Brother Yulong choose Cao Aimei, an "old" woman, instead of herself? She hated him so much, she hated him so much!
It's all her! It's this woman who's taking up Mrs. Wen's position. If she's gone, will I...
As soon as this thought appeared, it kept growing in Wu Xiuli's mind. Wu Xiuli gritted her teeth, not caring that she was still naked, and stepped under the bed, yelling: "Sister Ai Mei, this is all my fault, hit me! Hit me to vent my anger!"
Cao Aimei had her back to the bed, and she hadn't expected Wu Xiuli to rush towards her. Wu Xiuli's momentum was so strong that Cao Aimei stumbled forward a few steps before her feet got tangled in the quilt and she tripped and fell to the ground.
Wen Ziqing only felt a huge force coming towards him. His heart tightened and his consciousness was withdrawn into his body. He could no longer see what was happening in the room.
"Oh~! I didn't mean it, Sister Aimei, are you okay?" Wu Xiuli looked at Cao Aimei holding her stomach in pain, and she finally felt relieved.
"Xiao Li, hurry up and get dressed. Do you want to invite everyone to your house?"
Wen Ziqing only heard Wen Yulong scold him before he fell into coma again.
When Wen Ziqing regained consciousness, he was being held in someone's arms.
"Oh my grandson! He's so old, but this is his first time back home! Let grandma take care of him." Feng Xueying held the several-month-old Wen Ziqing in her arms, looking at him again and again with a smile on her face. This was the first child of the Wen family, the eldest son and grandson!
"Mom, the child is a little heavy. It's tiring to hold him. Just give him to me. He hasn't wanted to eat along the way. I just made some milk powder for him." Wu Xiuli stood aside, looking at Wen Ziqing in Feng Xueying's arms with a loving face.
"Let me do it!" Feng Xueying took the bottle from Wu Xiuli and stuffed it into Wen Ziqing's mouth. But Wen Ziqing turned his head away, refusing to give in. He was already in his forties, why was he still drinking milk? Shameful!
Huh? Isn't he a little kid? How can there be a little kid who's several dozen years old? Wen Ziqing was stunned.
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