Chapter 502: Will You Surrender?
Father Wen smiled and nodded: "I believe you, what's there to lie about?
Besides, Weiyuan doesn’t have these things on him.”
Wen Jingqiu grinned, "Yes, I do have fleas and lice, just say it directly, do you think my parents still don't want me because of these little things?
At most, I would throw away the clothes I was wearing and the things I brought with me, and then shave my head.
When it’s cold, I wear a hat and eat more, so my hair will grow longer in the spring.”
Ming Lihua stamped her feet and said, "Okay, you are all right. I am just like my stepmother, and nothing I do is right. I will leave, okay? You two can continue to be intimate as you please!"
She dragged Wen Jiatong away.
Wen Jiatong turned her head and looked at her father's gentle and loving smile to her sister, and her sister's pile of prizes. Her eyes and nose were red, and her not-so-fair face had a hint of ferocious jealousy.
"Come on, Daddy will take you to eat hot pot!" Father Wen took the heavy bag from her back and held her in his arms. "Dad also got a discount at Hongye Zhiqiu Private Restaurant thanks to you."
Wen Jingqiu nodded vigorously, smiling particularly brightly.
At that time, Shan Weiyuan was arranged by Wen's mother to sleep on the bunk bed in the living room, which was actually a folding iron bed.
Although he was only eight years old, he was already 1.5 meters tall. He ran and jumped in the village all year round, so his muscles were particularly strong and they creaked when he sat on the bed.
Shan Weiyuan raised his eyebrows and curled the corners of his lips as he turned his back to the camera.
So in the middle of the night, whether it was Mr. and Mrs. Wen, Wen Jiatong who was always sleeping soundly and growing, as well as the neighbors and the people downstairs, all heard the piercing and penetrating creaking sound because of the poor sound insulation of the walls.
Father Wen was quite tired during the day and fell asleep soon after.
Mother Wen and Wen Jiatong got up late in the morning and slept in the afternoon. Now they were so noisy that their heads hurt. Unable to bear it any longer, Mother Wen put on her coat, got up, and went to the living room to turn on the light.
"Shan Weiyuan, it's already very late. Everyone has to go to work or school tomorrow. You tossing and turning like this, disturbing everyone's rest. Isn't that not good?" She said with a frown, trying her best to suppress her anger.
Shan Weiyuan squinted his eyes and sat up. "Mom, I'm not used to sleeping in this bed. It's small, narrow, and uncomfortable. It's not conducive to my growth!"
"There is space at home, and it is not easy to fit such a bed.
Our Kyoto is different from your countryside. Every inch of land is valuable. Many families with dozens of people are crowded in a house of ten or so square meters, and they can't even sleep on the floor.
Just make do with it for now and we can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything.
Don't make any more noise, or the neighbors will come knocking on your door." Mother Wen said, and then she turned off the lights and went to sleep.
"Mom, in ancient times, children didn't sleep together until they were seven years old. My sister is so young, why don't you let her sleep with you and dad? Or you can sleep with my sister in your arms, and I'll sleep with dad.
I'll just stay at home for two months, so you can just make do with it first?" Shan Weiyuan was unwilling to put himself in a difficult position and put forward two suggestions.
“You also said that it was ancient.
Tongtong is still young and a little willful. She doesn’t want to sleep with me and her dad, and she is only used to her own bed.
She had been in poor health since childhood and could not bear any grievance. She would pass out if she cried.
You are her brother, so please be considerate of her."
Shan Weiyuan hummed, "Mom, I understand her, so why don't you understand me?
I am also used to my bed. I can't fall asleep no matter how much I toss and turn. If I make some noise, you will get up and scold me in the middle of the night.
Am I going to give in?"
Mother Wen was so angry that she felt pain in her heart. It was obviously her who was being quarreled, so how could she be accused of deliberately causing trouble? She couldn't vent her anger, so she could only turn off the light with a click, go back to the room, lock the door, and lie down without saying a word.
Shan Weiyuan continued to lie down and cover himself with the quilt.
He really didn't mean it.
The more he didn't want to make any noise, the more uncomfortable he felt all over and the more he wanted to turn over, and the bed creaked when he moved the slightest.
He struggled painfully with the bed, and the creaking sound echoed sharply throughout the several floors of the two units in the silent winter night.
He didn't fall asleep until four or five in the morning.
He was extremely tired, and his sleeping posture was incorrect, so his unique snoring continued to annoy everyone's ears behind the squeaking sounds.
"Knock, knock, knock!" It was just six o'clock, and it was still dark outside with only the palm-sized light from the street lamp. There was a knock on the door of the Wen family.
Father Wen had just gotten up, put on his clothes and opened the door.
"Haichao, what's going on in your house? It's been restless all night! We have adults who work and children who go to school, so sleep quality is very important." The old lady downstairs yelled at him angrily.
The door next to me also opened. "Brother Wen, look at the bags under my eyes. They are the result of not sleeping all night! I don't sit in an office like you. I have to ride my bike around the community. If something happens without paying attention, who will be responsible?"
Father Wen comforted them apologetically, closed the door, looked at the little boy who was still snoring, smiled helplessly and shook his head.
"He really is from the countryside. He is so rude at such a young age," Wen's mother grumbled in frustration. She hadn't rested well either, and her head was aching like a needle.
Seeing Shan Weiyuan sleeping so soundly, she was so angry that she went forward and was about to push him up.
Father Wen held her hand and patted Shan Weiyuan gently. "Child, go to bed and catch up on your sleep. I'll have someone bring you a plank bed tonight."
Shan Weiyuan got up with half his eyes closed and walked towards the master bedroom.
Mother Wen refused to accept this, but was held back by Father Wen. She could only watch her beautiful bed being invaded by outsiders.
"Wen Haichao!" She growled, "That's my bed! It's not yours alone."
"Yes, it belongs to both of us, but you are the one who brought the man here," Wen Haichao said with just one sentence, and Ming Lihua was so breathless that she couldn't speak.
"We, our house only has this little space, barely enough to turn around. Where are you going to get a wooden bed?" She said unhappily, trying to change the subject.
"Lihua, you have to understand that no one is forcing you to participate in any 'fake dad, fake mom' activities.
Since you signed up for it, you should complete it from beginning to end.
The people of the whole country are watching now, so put away your little thoughts and temper.
Of course, if you don’t mind being pointed at by others on the street, go ahead and do it! ”
Wen Haichao said this and went to wash up.
Ming Lihua was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that there were cameras installed everywhere in her house. Her fair face turned red and blue, and she gritted her teeth and followed him to the bathroom, whispering, "Haichao, I didn't sleep well all night, and my head was confused just now, so I didn't react.
Why didn't you remind me?
Still saying things like that in front of the camera?"
Wen Haichao sneered: "Ming Lihua, what is a reality show?
That is to present our truest side to the audience.
If everyone is as fake as you, why not hire actors? At least they are dedicated."
"Wen Haichao, what do you mean?"
(End of this chapter)
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