Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

When Wang Cheng heard his sister's hopeful words, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

His mother had already begun to question him: "What will you do if Zanzi cannot write with his left hand?"

"Moreover, the handwriting on the left and right hands is different. If the examiner takes out the original document and examines it carefully, Shunan will be suspected of cheating. Wanniang, even if you are extremely anxious, you shouldn't do this." Wang Cheng said from the side.

Wan Niang pursed her lips, slowly lowered her head, stood up and admitted her mistake: "Mom, big brother, Wan Niang knows I was wrong, I will go back now."

However, Wang Cheng's expression darkened slightly as he asked, "Why did you argue with Shunan?"

"I..." Wan Niang hesitated and didn't know where to start.

"Is it because of Gungun?" Wang Cheng asked again.

Wan Niang was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "I just felt sorry for Gun Gun, so..."

Li Anhe immediately saw through her daughter's thoughts: "You want to keep Gungun by your side? Mother doesn't agree."

Wan Niang looked up in shock, looking at her mother in disbelief: "Mom, wasn't it you and Dad who decided to keep Gun Gun here? Why didn't you agree?"

"I have discussed this with your father, and you just made the decision on your own. If you had discussed this with Zanzi, or if you hadn't done what you did yesterday, it would have been a matter between you two, and mother would never have said a word." Li Anhe said earnestly.

"But now, mother must persuade you to give up this thought. You should have long seen that Gungun displeased Zanzi. And yesterday, you hurt Zanzi because of Gungun. Zanzi must have a grudge against Gungun, and he's also resentful of you for helping outsiders."

"There's a rift between husband and wife. If anything happens again, Zanzi might become estranged from you. It's already very good for Gungun to live with his parents. Don't have any other thoughts. Even if you like him, you don't have to insist on keeping him by your side. You can come to my place anytime, and it's not like I can't see you. Why bother?"

Wan Niang lowered her eyes somewhat uncomfortably, "I hope Qing Jie'er can have Gun Gun as a companion."

Wang Cheng frowned and said unhappily, "When did Sister Qing need Gun Gun's company? Wan Niang, don't be foolish."

Wan Niang's eyes flushed instantly, and she called out softly, "Brother!"

Wang Cheng's heart softened, and he spoke in a gentler tone, "Wanniang, it's not that Big Brother is trying to stop you. It's that Shun'an and I encountered two Zhang Youqians. Yesterday, Mom told me that Gungun's grandfather was missing, so I took Shun'an to look for the other Zhang Youqian, but he's also gone. We asked the neighbors, and they all said he disappeared out of nowhere, and around the same time as Gungun's grandfather."

"Shun'an and I are both certain that these two Zhang Youqian are the same person. Shun'an didn't tell you because he was afraid you might start imagining things."

Li Anhe was surprised when he heard this and asked hurriedly, "Chengzi, is this true?"

Wang Cheng's face was solemn, and he nodded slightly: "Mother, I'm not your second brother, how could I lie to you."

Li Anhe: …

Wang Cheng curled his lips at his mother and continued to persuade his sister, "This matter is really strange, and we can't help but think too much. Wanniang, let me ask you, if there is not only one Gungun in this world, but there is also a teenage Gungun somewhere else, and they are actually the same person, what would you do?"

Wan Niang couldn't help laughing: "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? How is it possible..."

However, under Wang Cheng's serious gaze, her words gradually faded away, leaving only three words: "I don't know!"

Wang Cheng sighed deeply. "I'm not trying to stop you, but I'm worried that Gungun might disappear suddenly like Zhang Youqian did. With your personality, I'm afraid it would be hard for you to handle. Shun'an has the same concerns. Wanniang, don't invest too much emotion in Gungun. Think more about Qingjie'er."

Just at this moment, as if summoned by him, a small head quietly appeared at the door and poked its head out cautiously.

Li Anhe was facing the door and immediately noticed her granddaughter peeking in. She glared at her daughter with a hint of reproach, then called out softly, "Qingjie, why are you here? Come to grandma quickly."

Little Yining came out from behind the door and called out in a baby voice, "Grandma, Uncle, Mom, Dad asked Sister Qing to come over for dinner."

Li Anhe bent down and picked up his granddaughter, scolding her, "Your father is really a fool. It's only the afternoon and he's already in a hurry to let you eat. Where's your father?"

Little Yining turned around, glanced at her absent-minded mother, and replied, "Dad is in the main room and hasn't come over yet."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wan Niang came back to her senses and stepped forward to gently stroke her daughter's round face: "Qing Jie'er, stay with grandma for a while. I'll go see your father and come back."

"Oh!"

Little Yining pouted slightly and watched her mother leave.

Seeing this, Li Anhe and her son shook their heads at the same time, and then began to coax and tease the "forgotten" child.

Wan Niang walked back to the main room with a worried look on her face. She gently pushed open the door and saw her husband sitting at the table with a book in his hand, looking very focused.

Lin Yuzan heard the noise, raised his head from the book, then lowered his eyes and said, "Qingjie'er has gone to her mother-in-law's place. You should go there too, so that Qingjie doesn't have to run back and forth looking for you."

"I just came from my mother's place. Sister Qing is being coaxed by my mother."

Wan Niang responded softly and walked into the main room.

Then she picked up the needle basket beside her, came to his side, and started doing needlework in silence.

Lin Yuzan glanced sideways and saw his wife sewing a pair of tiger-head shoes, which were clearly the style for a boy.

He reluctantly withdrew his gaze and sighed softly, "Wanniang, you can't keep GunGun, so why bother?"

Wan Niang's eyebrows trembled. The needle accidentally pierced her fingertip, and blood oozed out instantly. She seemed unaware, staring blankly at the unfinished tiger-head shoes. She asked pleadingly, "Husband, people are all made of flesh and blood. When Qing Jieer went to the girls' school, it was Gun Gun who accompanied me. I really can't bear to let her go. If Gun Gun is willing to stay, can you please agree to my request just once?"

However, the only response she got was a few deep breaths.

The main room fell into dead silence, the air was filled with oppression, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was finally movement beside Wan Niang.

Lin Yuzan slammed the book on the table and walked out without saying a word.

Wan Niang stared at his departing back, and an indescribable sadness welled up in her heart, which finally turned into a tear and slowly slid down.