“I didn’t shout.”
After Wen Bao'er finished speaking, she wiggled her little bottom, got off Wen Zhaoye, and happily ran to the back of the truck.
Jiang Chengjin remained completely unmoved, because pink didn't suit his taste, and also...
Next to this villa, Jiang Peitian specially built an indoor playground of several hundred square meters, filled with a large number of boys' toys.
Those were all given to him and Jiang Zhanhong by Jiang Peitian, so they didn't care about them at all.
Wen Bao'er, carrying a teddy bear taller than herself, came over panting and said:
"Grandpa, you even built amusement parks for my eldest and second eldest brothers, but why not mine?"
Jiang Peitian looked at his mischievous granddaughter and said with a slight smile:
"It's right next to your house. Whenever your older brothers went, did you ever miss it?"
Wen Bao'er: "That's different. You built it for them, and I just played along."
Jiang Peitian looked at her elaborate arguments and chuckled:
“I also built ancestral halls in the names of your eldest and second eldest brothers. Do you want me to build one for you too?”
Wen Bao'er didn't understand the meaning of ancestral hall, but when she heard that it would be built for her, her eyes lit up and she said:
"OK."
Jiang Peitian was speechless for a moment, then said:
"Wanting everything will only hurt you."
Wen Zhaoye looked around and said, "Why don't I see where Honghong went?"
Xu Cuifen said, "He went fishing with his father this morning."
Of the three children, Jiang Peitian dotes on Jiang Chengjin the most, while Wen Zhaoye and Wen Jiaojiao favor Wen Bao'er more.
Xu Cuifen and Wen Xiaojian naturally took more of Jiang Zhanhong with them, and compared to the brother's mischievousness, the sister's cleverness...
He, on the other hand, is much more composed and reserved. According to Wen Xiaojian, his personality is exactly the same as Wen Zhaoye's when he was a child, like a little adult.
Jiang Zhanhong sat on a small wooden stool that Wen Xiaojian had specially made for him, holding a bamboo fishing rod in his hand, gazing motionlessly at the lake under the shade of a tree.
His dark, tousled hair fell across his forehead, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows and eyes were long and narrow, his gaze not possessing the naiveté expected of someone his age.
She has features that are a combination of Wen Zhaoye and Wen Jiaojiao, but she is the most delicate and beautiful of the three children.
"Honghong."
A large family walked over from a short distance away, and it was Wen Jiaojiao who spoke.
Jiang Zhanhong turned around, his dark eyes revealing no emotion, a calm composure that seemed to conceal neither joy nor sorrow.
He obediently replied:
"Mother."
Wen Zhaoye stared blankly at the image of him and Wen Xiaojian sitting side by side under the shade of a tree, fishing.
I always feel like I'm seeing myself as a child.
Just then, a fish took the bait on Jiang Zhanhong's hook. He pulled it up and put it into the small bucket beside him.
Wen Xiaojian, wearing a white round hat, looked at him with a cheerful smile:
“Honghong will surely achieve great things like Zhaoye in the future.”
Wen Jiaojiao squatted down beside Jiang Zhanhong, turned around and looked at Jiang Peitian, who was still holding Jiang Chengjin, and said:
"Look at how you've spoiled Jiang Chengjin. He still only knows how to run around naked. Zhan Hong, on the other hand, is so well-behaved at such a young age, thanks to his parents."
Jiang Peitian glanced at the two brothers, even though he knew Jiang Zhanhong had a likable personality and might have a brighter future than Jiang Chengjin.
But this still couldn't sway his affections for his eldest grandson, and he made an excuse:
"The two brothers have different personalities, that's innate, how can you blame me?"
Wen Zhaoye chimed in:
"It's because you spoiled him."
The three were arguing about this, while Jiang Zhanhong quietly gazed at the lake. Finally, seeing that the three were still arguing, he had no choice but to say:
"Keep your voice down, you're scaring the fish away."
Wen Zhaoye chuckled softly. When he was a child, he would also go fishing with Wen Xiaojian like this, and the reason he could sit still was simply because if he caught a fish, his family would have a good meal.
However, she was curious about why Jiang Zhanhong had patiently sat for so long and asked, "Honghong, don't you get tired of sitting for so long?"
A gentle breeze caressed the water, ruffling the stray hairs on Jiang Zhanhong's forehead. His star-like eyes remained calm as he spoke:
"If you're going to do something, you should do it well. Since I've chosen to go fishing today, I'll do it well unless there's something else important to do."
Wen Zhaoye suddenly realized that he and Wen Jiaojiao had been neglecting the child.
Because Jiang Chengjin was mischievous, he and Wen Jiaojiao disciplined him quite a bit.
Because Wen Bao'er was frail from a young age, he and Wen Jiaojiao had to worry about her a lot.
And it's just like the old saying goes: "The squeaky wheel gets the grease, but the obedient and sensible ones who don't need any effort will suffer some losses."
Wen Zhaoye said ambiguously, "From now on, Dad will take care of you, Bao'er will be taken care of by Mom, and your brother will be taken care of by you. He'll learn from you and become more sensible."
"You feel you've wronged me, don't you?" Jiang Zhanhong smiled and said, "However, I don't want to teach that idiot."
Jiang Peitian felt he was being scolded along with Jiang Chengjin, because Jiang Chengjin was indeed often with him and had spoiled him. He said helplessly:
"You really do have a sharp tongue, just like your father."
Jiang Chengjin struggled to get off Jiang Peitian, walked to Jiang Zhanhong's side, and said in a childish voice:
"I'm your older brother."
Jiang Zhanhong nodded solemnly:
"Yeah, you idiot brother."
Jiang Chengjin was so angry that she raised her hand to hit him. In fact, the two of them had fought quite a bit at home.
Wen Zhaoye and Wen Jiaojiao are constantly embroiled in lawsuits and arguments.
However, Jiang Chengjin and Jiang Zhanhong always yielded to Wen Bao'er, probably knowing that brothers fighting each other would only result in being scolded, but if they hit Bao'er, they would definitely get beaten up.
Wen Zhaoye lightly pinched his neck and said irritably:
"You want to get beaten up, don't you? Is your brother wrong?"
Jiang Peitian felt a little embarrassed, and he had already decided in his mind which classes to enroll Jiang Chengjin in.
Otherwise, with Jiang Zhanhong, whom Wen Xiaojian raised, as a comparison, it would seem as if he really couldn't raise a good child.
He hugged Jiang Chengjin again and said, "He's just a child, what does he know? How can you argue with a child?"
Wen Jiaojiao gently stroked Jiang Zhanhong's head and said to Jiang Peitian:
"If you don't discipline that child, he'll be spoiled rotten sooner or later."
Jiang Peitian disagreed, saying:
"I'll sign Cheng Jin up for a few classes tomorrow. She'll definitely be smarter than Hong Hong."
Wen Zhaoye flatly refused:
"Forget it. Starting tomorrow, Jiang Chengjin will also be raised by his father. You can just observe and keep quiet from now on."
Jiang Zhanhong glanced at the two arguing again, said nothing, skillfully baited his hook, and continued fishing.
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