Zhu Xiaoru didn't know why Wu Xiuli was making things difficult for her, but she wasn't a good-tempered person. She believed that if Wu Xiuli didn't offend her, she wouldn't offend him. Wu Xiuli's words offended her, and Zhu Xiaoru didn't say anything back, which was already a great favor. If she wanted Zhu Xiaoru to flatter Wu Xiuli, she definitely couldn't do it.
For a moment, the atmosphere between the two sisters-in-law was a little awkward. Zhu Xiaoru lowered her head, smoothed the non-existent wrinkles on her daughter's body, and without even looking at Wu Xiuli, she took her daughter's hand and walked to the sofa and sat down.
Wu Xiuli was so angry that her mind was confused and she glared at Zhu Xiaoru.
"Xiu Li, is lunch ready? Why hasn't the table been set yet?" At this time, Wen Yulong walked in from outside and saw Wu Xiu Li standing in the middle of the living room, glaring fiercely at his third brother's wife who were sitting on the sofa, and his brows couldn't help but frowned.
Wen Yiran had mentioned to Wen Yulong that Wen Yulun would be getting a promotion after the Lunar New Year. Thinking of his younger brother's helicopter-like rise over the years while he himself had remained stagnant, Wen Yulong felt a pang of pang. However, the man who rose to prominence was, after all, Wen Yulong's brother. The more Wen Yulun did, the better for Wen Yulong. Thinking of this, Wen Yulong's jealousy faded.
Seeing his wife's poor treatment of his third brother's wife, Wen Yulong felt a bit irritated. A few days ago, Wen Yulong, taking advantage of the "white powder" incident, led his team to the Yunyun Garment Factory and acted recklessly, so enraged that Commander Yuan smashed his teacup. These days, Wen Yulong is under Commander Yuan's order to reflect on his actions at home, and he doesn't know what punishment he will receive after the Lunar New Year. Wen Yulong has been making inquiries these days, and Commander Yuan has submitted a report to his superiors, recommending that Wen Yulong retire.
Wen Yulong had spent most of his life in the military. If he didn't retire now, he would have to in a couple of years. But the first option was to be kicked out of the army for lack of ability, while the second option was a normal retirement, with the option of continuing to work in logistics. Wen Yulong was no fool; he naturally knew which option to choose.
Wen Yulong had planned to take advantage of the family reunion dinner today to have his two younger brothers think of a way to escape this disaster. Wasn't that a miscalculation? Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken such drastic measures as to have people surround the Yunyun Garment Factory.
Over the past two years, not only has Wen Yulun thrived, but Wen Yuxiang has also steadily advanced, becoming the deputy mayor of Qingshan City. Wen Yulun and Wen Yuxiang have even wider connections than Wen Yulong, and as long as his two younger brothers are willing to help, Wen Yulong feels he still has a chance to stay in the army.
Wu Xiuli happened to vent her anger on her third brother's wife. How could Wen Yulong not be anxious?
"Yulong, it's ready. Set the table right away." Wu Xiuli saw that Wen Yulong looked unhappy and quickly asked Aunt Wang to bring the dishes to the table. The evening reunion dinner was important, and although the lunch meal was simple, it couldn't be skimped on.
"Mom, I don't like my aunt." Seeing that Wu Xiuli was too busy to pay attention to them, Wen Jing leaned over to Zhu Xiaoru's ear and whispered something.
Wen Jing grew up at her grandmother's house and wasn't very close to the Wen family. Feng Xueying wasn't sure what she was thinking, but she'd always disliked Wen Jing. Zhu Xiaoru was a proud woman, and she rarely brought her daughter home, much to Feng Xueying's displeasure.
Zhu Xiaoru's parents were both intellectuals, and they had always taught Wen Jing to reason with others. They never yelled at her, and certainly never glared at her like Wu Xiuli did. Children are more sensitive. Just now, when Zhu Xiaoru took Wen Jing to sit on the sofa, she ignored Wu Xiuli, but Wen Jing was frightened by her gaze.
"Xiaojing, bear with it, we'll go home after dinner." Zhu Xiaoru then realized that Wenjing's expression was a little strange, as if she was frightened. Zhu Xiaoru quickly held her daughter on her lap and used her arms to hug her to comfort her daughter's uneasy heart.
Zhu Xiaoru couldn't help but feel a little regretful. She shouldn't have gotten angry with Wu Xiuli in front of the child. Wen Jing had always been very sensitive, and Zhu Xiaoru had been so focused on being angry with Wu Xiuli that she had ignored her daughter's feelings.
"Okay, Mom." Wen Jing nodded obediently. Last night, her father told her to listen to her mother and not run around when she went to Grandpa's house.
The small friction between Wu Xiuli and Zhu Xiaoru was witnessed by no one else in the Wen family except the parties involved. Wu Xiuli let go and did not continue to trouble Zhu Xiaoru, and Zhu Xiaoru was too lazy to argue with Wu Xiuli. The Wen family's lunch was completed smoothly.
The Wen family didn't like to chat while eating. After dinner, several children went to the yard to make a snowman.
The Wen family's old house was usually only occupied by Wen Ziyun and his two grandchildren, so it was hard to get busy even if you wanted to. With the addition of two cousins, Wen Ziqiu wanted to show off her authority as an older sister in front of them.
When Wen Ziling heard about building a snowman, she immediately followed Wen Ziqiu into the yard. Wen Jing, however, stayed obediently beside Zhu Xiaoru. Even after Wen Ziqiu called her several times, she refused to play with them.
Wen Ziqiu was fuming. This cousin of her uncle's was fair and even prettier than she was, and Wen Ziqiu had long disliked her. She had originally wanted to use the opportunity of play to shove a snowball around Wen Jing's neck to show her some strength. Unexpectedly, Wen Jing didn't fall for it, so Wen Ziqiu had no choice but to let it go.
Wen Ziling is fifteen years old this year, three years younger than Wen Ziqiu. The two of them chatter a lot and can still play together.
Wen Ziling hadn't seen Wen Ziqing in a few years. Before leaving, Wen Yuxiang and his wife had mentioned that the most promising of the Wen family's grandchildren would be their eldest cousin, Wen Ziqing. Curious about how Wen Ziqing had grown up, Wen Ziling took the opportunity to build a snowman with Wen Ziqiu and asked, "Sister Ziqiu, why didn't I see my eldest cousin today?"
"My brother? He's here!" Wen Ziqiu thought that the cousin Wen Ziling was talking about was her biological brother Wen Ziyun. She raised her snow-covered hands, pointed at Wen Ziyun who was rolling a snowball on the other side of the yard, and answered.
"It's not Brother Ziyun, it's Brother Ziqing." Wen Ziling gave Wen Ziqiu a strange look. Wen Ziqing was the oldest of their generation. Was Wen Ziqiu stupid? How could he have thought she was asking about Wen Ziyun?
"Oh, you mean Wen Ziqing? I didn't know." Wen Ziqiu felt a little embarrassed after hearing Wen Ziling's words. The amount of time Wen Ziqing spent at the Wen family's house year-round could be counted on one's ten fingers. Wen Ziqiu lived on campus in high school, so the chance to see Wen Ziqing at home was almost nonexistent. Wen Ziqing hadn't appeared in front of Wen Ziqiu for years, and Wen Ziqiu had long forgotten she even had such a big brother.
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