Wu Jinfeng didn't see clearly how Zhou Jiaqin was rescued. She just felt a flash before her eyes, and Zhou Jiaqin, who had fallen into the well, returned to the ground, with a cold young man standing beside him.
This... is a teenager, right? Although his face looks childish, and he's probably even younger than Zhou Jiaxing, he's full of imposing aura, like a sword unsheathed: sharp and unstoppable.
Before Wu Jinfeng could say anything, Zhou Yuanyuan unhappily asked, "Hey! Ice! Why are you here?" If this guy hadn't been meddling, Zhou Jiaqin would have been thrown into the well. He might even have gotten a big hole in his head. Zhou Jiaqin was so arrogant, he should have been soaked in the water to sober up.
Eh? The little girl doesn't like seeing me? Wen Ziqing blinked before coming to this heartbreaking conclusion.
"My dear granddaughter, how can you say that? Why don't you thank me?" Wu Jinfeng smiled so hard that her wrinkles were all rolled up. In front of outsiders, Wu Jinfeng was generous with her "kindness", even changing her address from "little brat" to "my dear granddaughter."
When Wu Jinfeng saw Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing greeting each other, she began to wonder: Is this young man an acquaintance of Xiaojiu? Acquaintances are good! Since his second grandson had been saved by him, there was no need to give him a large gift as a thank you.
In rural areas, personal connections are crucial, and a life-saving favor is far greater than heaven. When Zhou Yuanyuan fell into the water last time, Zhao Yunxiang thanked Aunt Li and her family profusely for their help. Now, when it was Zhou Jiaqin's turn to be rescued, if he didn't offer a basket of eggs as a thank-you gift, others would surely accuse him of being stingy.
I have to say that Wu Jinfeng's train of thought is sometimes very strange. After her grandson was rescued, she did not think about gratitude, but whether to give a thank-you gift.
"Brother Ziqing!" Zhou Jiasheng, unlike Zhou Yuanyuan, was delighted to see Wen Ziqing. Ever since meeting him at his grandfather's house in Zhaojiagou, he'd been captivated by his charm. In Zhou Jiasheng's eyes, Wen Ziqing was an incredibly powerful older brother. And most importantly, he was on the same page with his sister.
Zhou Jiasheng thought, with Brother Ziqing around, no one could bully him and his sister. Zhou Jiaqin tried to hit him but missed, and he fell down. Grandma had to stand up for Zhou Jiaqin, looking for trouble with him and his sister! Mom wasn't home, and even if she was, she wouldn't be a match for Grandma. Now, with Brother Ziqing here, he and his sister finally have someone to lean on.
It's undeniable that Zhou Jiasheng's trust in Wen Ziqing was a bit blinding, so much so that years later, whenever he recalled his childhood innocence, he would cover his face with shame. Wen Ziqing's appearance at the Zhou family home was clearly aimed at his younger sister. How could a certain man have taken a fancy to his younger sister, who was so young? And he, as her brother, was completely oblivious.
Wu Jinfeng was causing trouble for Zhou Yuanyuan, while Zhou Miaomiao was happily watching the fun from the side. Seeing Zhou Jiaqin fall into the well, before Zhou Miaomiao could even exclaim, it was all over.
This big brother... is so awesome! And he's even more handsome than all the brothers at home. Zhou Miaomiao looked at Wen Ziqing with starry eyes.
Wen Ziqing didn't notice Zhou Miaomiao. In his eyes, apart from Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhou Jiasheng, he didn't take anyone else in the Zhou family seriously.
"I'm afraid he will dirty your well." Wen Ziqing guessed why Zhou Yuanyuan was unhappy and quickly leaned over to the little girl and whispered in her ear.
Huh? It seems so! If Zhou Jiaqin fell into the well, would the water still be drinkable? Zhou Yuanyuan remembered that the water used in her kitchen was usually drawn from the well. She nodded and looked much better.
"It stinks!" Wu Jinfeng came to her senses and smelled a foul odor.
Wen Ziqing frowned. When he jumped onto the ground, he dropped Zhou Jiaqin, who was in his grasp. Zhou Jiaqin's legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground.
At this moment, Zhou Jiaqin's body was emitting a strong smell of urine. The realization that he had escaped death made Zhou Jiaqin lose control of his bladder.
Zhou Miaomiao slid aside, trying to minimize her presence. Was Zhou Jiaqin frightened to the point of peeing? When Zhou Jiaqin came to his senses, if he knew he had seen his ugly behavior, would he beat him up?
"What a useless fellow!" Wen Ziqing looked down on Zhou Jiaqin. A real man sheds blood, not tears. Seeing Zhou Jiaqin bullying Zhou Yuanyuan and her siblings with such a cocky look, Wen Ziqing had thought that, while this guy was bad, he still had some blood in him. Who knew he was just a silver-coated wax spearhead—all good looking, no use! Just that little fright made him pee.
"Ouch! Young man, I'm busy. You... do as you please." Wu Jinfeng wanted to ask Wen Ziqing to leave. After all, she still had things to deal with! It's not right for an outsider to listen in on the Zhou family's affairs. What's more, this guy is in the same group as the two brats from the third room. How can she teach them a lesson with him around?
Before Wu Jinfeng could even utter the words "leave," Wen Ziqing's sharp gaze forced her to change her tune. Oh my god! This young man was truly cold. One look from him chilled people to the bone.
Wu Jinfeng was a bully who feared the strong and the weak. Faced with the powerful aura of Wen Ziqing, Wu Jinfeng had no choice but to shut up, pick up Zhou Jiaqin from the ground, and go back to her room to change his clothes. Wu Jinfeng had not forgotten that the moment Zhou Jiaqin fell into the water, this young man appeared in her house as if from heaven. If Wu Jinfeng said that she didn't understand Wen Ziqing's strength, it would be a joke.
At this time, Wu Jinfeng could only pray that Wen Ziqing, the "evil star", would leave her home quickly. Just one more look at him made her feel her heart beating fast.
As for Zhou Miaomiao, although she didn't want to leave, she was also afraid of Wen Ziqing's cold aura. After glancing enviously at the three people who seemed to be chatting and laughing in harmony, Zhou Miaomiao quietly returned to her room, her ears perked up, wanting to hear what Zhou Yuanyuan and the others were saying.
"Yuanyuan, do you want to go home with your brother?" Wen Ziqing ignored Wu Jinfeng and Zhou Miaomiao, walked to Zhou Yuanyuan, stretched out a hand, placed it on Zhou Yuanyuan's head, and touched it twice.
The little girl's hair is soft and smooth, but not quite black; it has a hint of yellow. "It seems she's not getting enough nutrition. She needs to eat better food from now on," Wen Ziqing thought to himself.
In Wen Ziqing's heart, he had unknowingly regarded Zhaojiagou as his home, and he asked Zhou Yuanyuan if she wanted to go home with him.
"No, I want to wait for my mom." Zhou Yuanyuan shook her head and struggled out of Wen Ziqing's grip. That nasty Wen Ziqing had messed up her hair. Zhou Yuanyuan hated having messy hair; it reminded her of the crazy Zhao Yunxiang in her previous life.
After Zhao Yunxiang went crazy in her previous life, she cut her long, shiny black hair into short hair that looked like it had been bitten by a dog. It was messy all day long, and it made people feel disgusted just by looking at it.
Zhou Yuanyuan feels sad whenever she thinks of her miserable mother in her previous life.
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