The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

"Mom, I really don't remember anything from the past. Do I... really have a father?"

She asked with a slightly trembling voice.

Aunt Song sighed softly.

"Your father's name is Jiang Fengzhi, and your mother is dead, but you still have a lot of brothers."

Hearing these words, Jiang Jinhe's heart sank, and he was surprised that the replaced soul still had many family members waiting for him in this world.

What if they suddenly show up in the future and find that I am not the same person I used to be, what will they do to me?

This question lingered in her mind for a long time.

Although everything is calm now, she always feels uneasy.

How would those unknown people view her now?

Are they dissatisfied with themselves because they are no longer the same person?

Or will you choose to accept the new you?

But the problem is, I have no memory of the original owner, and I don’t know what special hobbies or habits she had.

This dilemma made Jiang Jinhe feel very distressed. If she knew the original owner's previous lifestyle, perhaps she would be able to better integrate into it and reduce unnecessary trouble and misunderstandings.

Unfortunately, these memories seemed to have been cut away with a knife, and no matter how hard I tried to recall them, no impression of them emerged.

Thinking of this, she asked carefully, "Mom, where are they now and what are they doing?"

The question was asked cautiously, fearing the answer might cause her more trouble.

"Mother doesn't know where they went either."

Aunt Song looked hesitant, and her tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

Apparently, she had no clue about that either.

"But what I want to talk about today is the arrangement between you and Wen Qin."

Jiang Jinhe was a little confused.

Her mother had just been talking about the missing strangers, and the next moment she jumped to a completely unrelated topic - her married life. This turn of topic made it difficult for her to follow her thoughts.

"Between me and Wen Qin? Is it related to my father?"

Jiang Jinhe tried to find the connection between the two topics, but couldn't find any clues for a while, so he had to raise the question directly.

Seeing her daughter's puzzled expression, Aunt Song nodded slightly to confirm.

"Your father sent me a message years ago, asking me to pick you up from a certain place, and explicitly stated that he hoped you would become the daughter-in-law of our Song family. Therefore, your marriage to Wen Qin can be said to be in accordance with the wishes of your parents and the matchmaker. Jin He, do you understand what I am saying?"

She explained slowly, each word sounding as if carefully prepared, hoping to calm the other person's doubts.

Jiang Jinhe nodded as if he understood, then shook his head.

She could understand each individual word, but seemed extremely confused about the overall message.

"Actually, I'm quite confused. Mom, what do you mean..."

Although he said this, he already had some guesses in his mind, but these guesses were a little hard to accept.

Sensing the subtle change in her daughter's mood, Aunt Song showed a bit of embarrassment on her face.

As a mother, it is indeed not an easy thing to persuade your young daughter-in-law on how to build a deeper relationship with her son.

"Jinhe, my Wenqin is very outstanding. He is as hardworking and smart as his father. If you live with him for a while, you will understand that there are many benefits."

The idea is good, but how can we express it in a way that is both tactful and straightforward?

This problem gave her a headache.

"Well, I know Wen Qin is really capable."

Jin He responded.

However, deep down, she was still full of doubts about the so-called "benefits".

But where are those so-called benefits?

Apart from a strong physique and decent appearance, it seems that the only thing worth mentioning is the dexterity displayed when doing manual work?

Seeing Jiang Jinhe with a confused face who still didn't understand her true meaning, Aunt Song was so anxious that she almost sweated.

This situation was too awkward. She couldn't just say, "You must take the initiative to approach Wen Qin! With his strength, he will definitely satisfy you."

Saying that would only make it more awkward.

Jiang Jinhe's mind was still lingering with curiosity about the father he had never met.

The name Jiang Fengzhi itself makes people feel unusual, and Aunt Song's secretive attitude seems to hide more unrevealed secrets.

What kind of relationship exists between them?

What kind of story is hidden behind all this?

Every mystery stimulates Jinhe's interest in finding the truth.

"Mom, can you tell me something about my father? I don't remember the past."

When asking, be expectant but also be prepared to be rejected.

However, Aunt Song waved her hands and refused.

"Jin He, I have already promised your father not to tell you anything related to this. Perhaps one day in the future you will be able to recover your memory on your own, and then everything will become clear."

Since he got such an answer, Jin Hedi did not ask any more questions and could only reply: "Okay then."

After this conversation, the important matter that Aunt Song originally wanted to discuss was put on hold.

She felt a little anxious, but knew it was not the right time to say anything more.

The footsteps of the Song father and son returning home were heard outside, so the matter came to an end for the time being.

She secretly hoped that the old man could talk his stupid son into thinking more clearly and make him understand the importance of taking the initiative.

If her father suddenly came, would he think that Wen Qin was not good enough to Jiang Jinhe?

If they really think so, then life will be difficult for their family.

After all, the old man is notoriously bad-tempered.

Jiang Jinhe and Song Wenqin finished talking to their parents separately and met at the door. Both of them looked a little embarrassed.

Especially Jiang Jinhe, with a blush on her face, which made Song Wenqin's heart flutter.

When Song Wenqin saw Jiang Jinhe wearing a red dress, all kinds of questions kept popping up in his mind.

Her dress is indeed very beautiful, and even though her skin is a little dark, it cannot conceal her unique temperament.

He was thinking that if they could sleep together tonight, even though there might not be any substantial progress, just hugging would be nice.

This thought kept lingering in his mind, so much so that his eyes kept wandering on Jiang Jinhe.

On the other side, Jiang Jinhe's brain once again felt this invisible attraction. His heart was shocked, his head felt a little dizzy, and he unconsciously uttered a sound: "Wen Qin~"

"Hey."

Being suddenly called by such a gentle young lady, Song Wenqin seemed uneasy, "What's wrong?"

His tone was filled with concern and worry.

Jiang Jinhe was speechless for a moment, then he suddenly came up with an excuse, "Ah, I just want to tell you that I want to go to the back mountain to take a look."

"I'll go with you."

Song Wenqin agreed immediately without asking any questions, and then led the way up the mountain.