"That's my dear uncle, what do you think? I mean, there's no one at home, you take the child out for a meal, and you can't be away for months on a business trip. He's been complaining about you these past two days."
Chu Yiqing nodded repeatedly while holding the phone, excitedly nodding several times before remembering that Wang Jianan couldn't see her. "Go to Lao Mo, I'll treat you two to dinner. He loves the burgers there. Shall we go now?"
Wang Jianan didn't even say "hmm" and wanted to hang up the phone. Then he heard the female voice on the phone shout:
"Wang Jianan, drive for me. It's cold outside after the rain. Put on his thick coat, don't wear rain boots, and find a pair of hiking shoes and cotton socks..."
Wang Jianan hung up the phone with a snap.
I hate myself for being so shameless and having no self-respect. We have been separated for so long, and when the weather gets cold I miss Chu Yiqing's icy feet even more.
In the end, I used the child's excuse to make the first call.
But even though he blamed himself like this, Wang Jianan went upstairs a few steps at a time to change his clothes. His voice was still mixed with joy, and he shouted to Wang Xintong in the toy room:
"Son, your mother is back. She'll treat you to hamburgers and steak. Hurry up and find some socks and some thick clothes for yourself."
Wang Xintong, clutching the car model parts, stood at the doorway, turning to look at the figure climbing up to the second floor. "Dad, what a sudden move!"
"What's the suddenness? You don't miss your mother at all, you little bastard!"
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The couple brought their child with them. Outsiders didn't know what was going on with this family, as it looked like normal.
Chu Yiqing scolded Wang Xintong: "It's shameful to waste food. Did I ever tell you not to order if you can't finish it, and to eat if you order. Do you know how many children your age don't have enough to eat?"
Wang Jianan, who rarely wore a custom-made blue shirt, held his hands apart, as if trying to stop a quarrel, and tried to persuade them: "Why are you scolding the child as soon as you get home? You said he didn't miss you. I wouldn't miss you either."
Chu Yiqing paused with his knife and fork, their eyes met. Wang Jianan awkwardly avoided his gaze and snatched the plate from his son.
"I'll eat, I'll eat. I'll eat whatever he can't finish."
"Wang Jianan."
Wang Jianan sighed and looked at Chu Yiqing, who was wearing red lips, with complicated eyes.
"Speak slowly. You're talking so fast that it scared Tongtong so much that he doesn't know what to do."
But I felt an inexplicable joy in my heart, just like the old days. They seemed to have not changed.
It was normal for the family of three to be awkward. They didn't disperse after eating, nor did they drive away. It was because Wang Xintong was too fat, and Chu Yiqing had to hold him to help digest the food.
It was a cold night, and Wang Xintong could breathe through his mouth. However, his parents were holding his hands, and he could actually hear his mother say to him:
"Tongtong, I'm sorry for what I said. How about this? Let's go to the parent-teacher conference together."
Wang Xintong playfully jumped into the puddle with both feet, and then looked at Chu Yiqing nervously. The latter pursed his lips, thinking that it was not a big deal like wasting food, so he resisted the urge to scold the child.
Wang Jianan said with a smile:
"Son, you really need to lose some weight. You're shaking every time you jump, and you're making your mother stumble."
When they arrived at Wang's house, Chu Yiqing gave her son a bath. Wang Xintong had already started to talk back: "Mom, you're a woman, you go out, let my dad do it."
She felt lost, so she forcefully slapped the fat boy's butt a few times, gave him a hard scrub, and then hugged her son and talked to him in English.
By the time Wang Xintong was coaxed to sleep, it was already midnight.
Wang Jianan, wearing home clothes and with his hands in his trouser pockets, stood in the living room as if he had been waiting for a long time: "Why don't you stay here?"
After Chu Yiqing closed the door of the children's room, he turned around with a slightly stiff back and looked over.
"I mean, I don't mean anything else. You go back to our bedroom and sleep. I'll go to my parents' room."
"No, I have a car, it's convenient. They won't be home these days, so after you get off work and pick up the kids, come find me at the company and we'll have dinner together. You can't take him to eat luzhu."
Wang Jianan stood outside the gate, watching the disappearing car, his shoulders drooping weakly.
Chu Yiqing, however, slept soundly tonight. For the first time since the day of her divorce, she didn't wake up in the middle of the night. The heating wasn't on yet, but the room was freezing. Unable to find a hot water bottle, she filled two plastic bottles with hot water and stuffed them under the covers.
But some people sleep well, while others don't.
Naturally, Wang Haiyang, who spent 360 yuan, lied and said that he was treating an important person to dinner, but was scratched in the face by Li Chunlan, who was exhausted and had not found a job again.
The wound on Wang Haiyang's arm was torn and bleeding, but he didn't think much of it. He even felt guilty letting Li Chunlan cry and howl on him in the middle of the night.
But the moment his face was scratched by the nails, he saw his daughter standing at the bedroom door with her hair loose, and he couldn't bear it anymore.
This woman had become a psychopath. Three hundred and sixty, the extra salary he'd earned on his business trips, was much more than that, but the woman kept yelling, "Wang Haiyang, you're not a human! Don't spend my money, just drink my blood!"
Money, money again. She is closest to money. She is a hateful woman.
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