A car accident, our family of three crossed

In addition to the books recommended by the shopkeeper, Hang Shuheng also purchased some high-quality rice paper and some painting pigments.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly inconspicuous scholar is actually a hidden big customer. The shopkeeper made a small business and was in a very good mood. "I didn't expect that Hang Tongsheng is also good at painting? If there are paintings that need to be sold, we will also accept them here, and the price will be determined by quality." He thought that if he can write well, he should be able to paint well.

Hang Shuheng explained: "I'm not particularly good at this. I bought the paint just because my son likes to paint."

"Haha! I see, that's how it is." The shopkeeper laughed awkwardly. "If your son's paintings need to be sold in the future, you can come to our Wanjuan Bookstore. Hahaha..."

The shopkeeper at this time would never have thought that what he said casually today would lead to him shamelessly running to the Hang family to ask for paintings from time to time in the future. This is a story for later.

When Hang Shuheng came out of Wanjuan Bookstore, it was already late. When he arrived at the meeting place he had agreed to meet Song Ning, they had been waiting for a long time.

"Daddy, you're so slow. We've been waiting for you for a long time." Yangyang complained with a face as soon as he saw him.

Hang Shuheng picked up his son and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, Daddy delayed you for so long. You can go now."

When he got home, Song Ning saw him opening the heavy bag, which was filled with books, pens, ink, paper, and inkstone. He finally faced up to his recent serious behavior of copying books.

"Why did you buy so many books? Do you plan to continue your scientific research in the future?"

Hang Shuheng paused as he was packing up the books, and replied calmly, "Yeah!"

"As long as you like it." Song Ning smiled.

Hang Shuheng put those things aside, turned around to face Song Ning, and put his hands on her shoulders. "An Ning, unless we stay in this small village for the rest of our lives, leading a dull life without making a name for ourselves, do you like that kind of life?"

"At first I thought it would be good to live such an ordinary life, but we still encountered someone like Wan Baolu. Wan Baolu is just a rich kid with a heart but no brains. We almost couldn't handle him, not to mention that we might encounter someone more difficult and smarter than Wan Baolu in the future."

Therefore, he had no choice but to make himself strong, so strong that no one else dared to provoke him, so that he could better protect the people he loved the most.

"I know, I support you no matter what you want to do." Song Ning snuggled into his arms, put her arms around his waist and said, "I just don't want you to force yourself to do something you don't like."

"As long as you and the child are not hurt, anything I do is worth it." He hugged her, "You like design, and my son likes painting. I want you to do whatever you want."

This man...

Song Ning thought this was the most beautiful love words she had ever heard, and she rubbed her cheek against his chest with a smile on her lips. They enjoyed the tenderness for a moment until Yangyang ran into the study and they separated.

"You clean up, I'll go prepare lunch." Song Ning turned and left, and the voices of Hang Shuheng talking to his son came from behind.

"Yangyang, come and have a look. Daddy bought you some paint. Take it and paint!"

"Okay, thank you Daddy!"

In his spare time, Hang Shuheng made many markers suitable for children, similar to those in later generations, and Yangyang was particularly good at using them. A while ago, when he was copying a book, the child was drawing beside him. Now he has even drawn a serialized version of Calabash Brothers, and Song Ning sometimes enjoys reading them.

After lunch, Hang Shuheng brought some medicine to Song Ning. After Song Ning drank the medicine, he suddenly thought of Zhang Cuiju. "The Wan family is bankrupt, and Wan Baolu is probably finished. Where do you think Zhang Cuiju will go? Will she go back to Xiaoquan Village?"

"It's better to go back. I'm worried that I won't find a chance to deal with her." When Hang Shuheng said this, a strong murderous aura emanated from his body, and even Song Ning was a little frightened when he saw it.

"How do you plan to deal with her?" If she were left to take revenge on Zhang Cuiju herself, she hadn't figured out how to do it.

Hang Shuheng calmed down, ruffled her hair, and said like coaxing a child: "Don't worry about these, just leave them to me." Some thoughts were too dark, and he was not willing to let her know.

Song Ning would not say anything to spoil her mood. This was her man venting her anger. No matter what he wanted to do, she just needed to accept his kindness to her. As for Zhang Cuiju, she could only wish for the best.

When they talked about Zhang Cuiju, she was packing her luggage in the small inn where she had lived for several days. Without the family property, the Wan family had nothing, just like ordinary people. Zhang Cuiju was no longer afraid that the Wan family would come after her in the future.

Living in the inn is not a long-term solution. She plans to go back to Xiaoquan Village first and think of a way out for herself in the future. After all, her parents and brothers are also unreliable.

Before returning to Xiaoquan Village, she exchanged the valuables she brought out from Wan Baolu's private residence for silver, and then deposited all the silver in a money shop, exchanged it for silver bills, sewed them into her clothes and hid them, and then set out on the journey back to the village.

However, when Zhang Youcai's family saw Zhang Cuiju coming back, they were shocked. Because of her relationship with Wan Baolu, they were afraid of being implicated by her, so they blocked her outside the door.

Zhang Cuiju tried her best to persuade them, and finally handed over some of the remaining silver to them, and they were allowed to enter. To her surprise, Hang's mother was there, and she mocked her.

"I thought the pheasant had turned into a phoenix, but after all the twists and turns, the pheasant is still a pheasant. Hahahaha..."

Zhang Cuiju's face turned pale as she asked, "Why are you here?"

Mother Zhang counted the silver that Zhang Cuiju gave her, put it in her arms, and walked over to say sarcastically, "She was kicked out of the family. I think you two should stop laughing at each other now. You are all the same."

"What? You were expelled from the family? Hahaha...you have come to this day..." This time, the person laughing turned into Zhang Cuiju, and she smiled charmingly.

Thinking that she was in this situation because of her, Hang's mother was furious. "Why did I become like this? It's all because of you. If you hadn't instigated me, would I have done those things and been kicked out of the family? You are a scourge, a troublemaker. Whoever gets involved with you will be unlucky."

Seeing Zhang Cuiju's increasingly ugly face, Mother Hang became more and more excited. "People like you deserve to die alone. Don't go out and harm others. The old drunkard you married in the past, he died in the end, right? And what about the eldest son of the Wan family? After you got involved, the Wan family is now bankrupt, right?"