“Mom took my sister to the market to eat wontons this morning and didn’t call me,” Zhou Jiakai said, looking aggrieved.
"You deliberately teased your sister over something so trivial?" Zhao Tianyu asked with a stern face.
Zhou Jiakai didn't speak, but nodded.
"Were you home this morning?" Zhao Tianyu asked.
"No, I went out to play," Zhou Jiakai replied after a moment of hesitation.
“If you’re not home, even if your mother wanted to find you, she wouldn’t be able to find you right away! How can you blame your mother for taking your sister out for wontons without calling you?” Zhao Tianyu asked.
"Uncle, I was wrong. I won't be so petty in the future," Zhou Jiakai hurriedly admitted.
"Okay." Zhao Tianyu patted Zhou Jiakai's head and encouraged him, "You're not allowed to overthink things by yourself anymore. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask. Your mother loves you and your sister equally, you know?"
"Uncle, I understand. I'll go to the kitchen to help Grandpa tend the fire." After opening up, Zhou Jiakai ran excitedly to the kitchen.
After finishing their meal, the Zhao family sat in the main room talking.
In front of Zhao Tianyu, Zhao Qingshan recounted how Zhou Jiakai had made him look good that day, and also praised Zhou Jiakai's intelligence and eagerness to learn.
Zhao Tianyu listened with great interest, occasionally echoing Zhao Qingshan and praising Zhou Jiakai.
"Grandpa, I'm going to Little Fatty's house to play." Zhou Jiakai was embarrassed by the praise and quickly made an excuse to slip away.
"Go ahead, go ahead!" Zhao Qingshan waved his hand and said with a smile.
Just thinking about Old Wang's envious face today makes Zhao Qingshan wish his little grandson would go and show off in front of Old Wang again.
"Mom, I want to go play at Little Fatty's house too." Zhou Yunyun jumped off the stool and grabbed her brother's hand.
"Little sister, I'm not playing, I'm going to study." Zhou Jiakai made a face.
"I'm going to play with paper airplanes," Zhou Yunyun said matter-of-factly.
Mom said she doesn't start school until she's six. She's three this year, she can play.
When Zhao Qingshan went to the Wang family's house in the afternoon, Zhou Yunyun went with him.
Little Fatty folded a paper airplane, and the three children had a contest to see who could throw it the farthest.
When it was time to go home, Zhou Yunyun was reluctant to leave; she hadn't had enough fun yet!
Zhou Jiakai was about to go find Xiao Pang, and Zhou Yunyun hurriedly followed.
"Go on! Yunyun, you must listen to your brother and not cause trouble. When your brother wants to go home, you are not allowed to linger," Zhao Zhenzhu instructed.
"Okay! Goodbye Mom, goodbye Grandma, goodbye Grandpa, goodbye Uncle, goodbye Aunt!" Zhou Yunyun greeted everyone before taking Zhou Jiakai's hand and skipping towards the door.
When Zhou Yunyun said goodbye to everyone, Zhou Jiakai repeated it as well.
Everyone said goodbye to the children with smiles on their faces, but Liang Xiaohe had a long face and didn't respond.
Zhao Qingshan and his wife exchanged a glance and remained silent. However, they had both made up their minds: this family needed to be separated as soon as possible.
If Liang Xiaohe's attitude towards Pearl and her children was so bad in front of them, who knows how much worse it might be behind their backs.
What if it scares the pearl away?
"Mom and Dad, I'm going to work," Zhao Zhenzhu said, standing up.
Zhao Zhenzhu didn't want to see Liang Xiaohe's sour face. She'd rather go work in the workshop than waste her time on that!
"Sister, don't go yet, I need to talk to you. Let's chat." Liang Xiaohe called out to Zhao Zhenzhu.
"What do you want to talk about?" Zhao Zhenzhu sat down again.
The malice in Liang Xiaohe's eyes was almost overflowing.
chat?
Zhao Zhenzhu was curious about what kind of trouble Liang Xiaohe was up to.
"Sister, I heard you had a fight with your mother-in-law at the market today? How could you fight with your mother-in-law? Especially in public." Liang Xiaohe asked, feigning curiosity.
“My mother-in-law said she saw you cheating on her,” Zhao Zhenzhu said, making up a lie with a straight face.
Zhao Zhenzhu did it on purpose; she just wanted to see Liang Xiaohe's reaction.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Liang Xiaohe jumped up and quickly glanced at Zhao Tianyu.
Zhao Tianyu's face remained calm, his emotions difficult to discern.
Liang Xiaohe felt somewhat apprehensive.
Did Ding Ermei really see her affair with Hu Yong? No, no, no, that's impossible. In the entire Peach Blossom Town, besides Liang Xiaohe and her family, only Hu Yong and one other person knew about it.
Hu Yong's career has been thriving in recent years; that person certainly wouldn't dare to tell anyone.
Moreover, after Hu Yong found Liang Xiaohe a job, he cut off all contact with her. Otherwise, Liang Xiaohe wouldn't have gone to such lengths to win over Zhao Tianyu, this "honest man."
Is being the town mayor's wife better than marrying an ordinary person like Zhao Tianyu?
In recent years, Liang Xiaohe has always been very honest and conscientious, and she rarely even speaks to male colleagues at work.
How could Ding Ermei have seen her cheating on her?
Thinking of this, Liang Xiaohe felt a little more at ease.
"Zhao Zhenzhu, are you trying to force me to my death? Talking nonsense in front of everyone, I...I...I don't want to live anymore." Liang Xiaohe sobbed, lying on the table.
Liang Xiaohe wanted nothing more than to tear Zhao Zhenzhu's mouth apart. However, Liang Xiaohe knew that she was no match for Zhao Zhenzhu in a fight.
Zhao Zhenzhu has been doing farm work in Zhoujia Village for the past few years, which has made her quite strong.
Liang Xiaohe had witnessed Zhao Zhenzhu carrying a bucket of water from the well to the kitchen as if it were nothing, without needing to stop and rest at all.
Liang Xiaohe carried a bucket of water, and had to rest after only a few steps.
"Pearl, you can't just make jokes like that," Wu Meiyun scolded.
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