[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Chen Yuanqing felt very uncomfortable when he was looked at by Song Yanzhi. He had no evidence and all this was just their guess.

"You, the Chen family, what exactly is your purpose for coming here today? You might as well just say it directly. There's no point in arguing here."

Seeing that Chen Yuanqing stopped talking, Song Yanzhi stood up. It was getting late and the children were probably hungry. He couldn't not cook just because the Chen family was there.

"Brother-in-law, we need to take the child away."

Chen Yuanqin said angrily.

"Is this what Mom and Dad mean?"

Han Heming looked at Chen's father and mother.

"Heming, I don't know what to say, but you should at least inform our Chen family when you marry a new wife. The children are still young, and we are afraid that they will follow the same path as you did when you were a child."

As Chen's mother spoke, she couldn't help crying again. Mrs. Chen was soft-hearted and loved to cry. How come all the women in the Chen family were made of water?

Your Chen family loved Chen and your children so much, but when Chen passed away, not even one person from you came.

Han Heming was so angry that he wanted to blurt out something, but he forced himself to hold it back. Chen died and left him three children. For Chen's sake, he couldn't offend the Chen family too much.

"Big kid, second kid, your grandparents want to take you to live with them. Do you want to go?"

Song Yanzhi asked her two adopted sons.

"No, they are not grandma and grandpa. They are bad people. They beat daddy."

The two children were still glaring at the Chen family with hatred, their eyes like two little wolf cubs, which frightened the Chen family.

"Mom and Dad, these two kids hate us, why are we still raising them?"

Chen Xianyun didn't want to raise a nephew. If she took these three children back, wouldn't it be her job?

Although he has a good relationship with his sister, he doesn't want to take care of three children at once.

"The children are young, what do they know? How old are you, and you're still arguing with two children?"

The one who spoke this time was the eldest brother of the Chen family. He was a man of very few words. He had not spoken since he beat Han Heming.

"Daddy, please don't let us go..."

"Daddy, we are good. We will listen to you and stepmother. Please don't chase us away..."

The two children started crying immediately.

"Father-in-law, mother-in-law, uncle, the child's father is not dead yet?"

What Han Heming meant was that even though the child had lost his mother, he still had a father.

In Chen's mother's mind, if the children had a stepmother, they would also have a stepfather. The father wasn't dead, but he was as good as dead. The stepmother had just come into the family and it wasn't obvious, so who knew what she would do to the children in the future?

"If you don't want us to take the child away, you can make this woman promise not to have her own child within ten years."

Chen's mother pointed at Song Yanzhi. Han Heming was about to refuse, but Song Yanzhi smiled sweetly.

"Okay, I agree."

He and Han Heming weren't really married, so whether or not to have children? When to have children? Han Heming had no say, and neither did the Chen family.

Why not just agree and let the Chen family go?

Mother Chen didn't expect Song Yanzhi to agree so readily, and a look of surprise flashed across her face.

"Have you stated any other requests?"

"You must promise not to abuse the children and to provide for their education."

"can."

The Chen family left Hongya Village without having lunch. As soon as they left, Han Heming asked Song Yanzhi with an anxious look.

"How could you promise them that you wouldn't have children for ten years?"

"What are you afraid of? We're not really getting married."

Song Yanzhi didn't care at all. He turned to look at the eldest and second child.

"Children, did your brother catch any fish? What are we going to have for lunch?"

After seeing the Chen family leave, the eldest and second children stopped crying.

"Stepmother, we caught fish, a lot of fish, they are in the bucket, stepmother, go and have a look."

There were indeed a lot of fish in the bucket, including cuttlefish and grouper. What Song Yanzhi didn't expect was that there were actually two big sea bass and a big mackerel.

"Han Heming, did you buy tofu?"

In Hongya Village, there is a family that sells tofu. In addition to eating the tofu themselves, they also carry it on their shoulders and sell it in the surrounding villages.

"I bought two pieces. They're in the basket. Have you seen enough?"

Song Yanzhi went to look at the basket, and sure enough there were two pieces of tofu, as well as a lot of kelp and clams.

"My children, mother will make you sea bass stewed with tofu. Han Heming, you go kill the fish."

While cooking, Han Heming always stole glances at Song Yanzhi.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you always looking at me?"

Song Yanzhi glared at Han Heming. This man must be sick. Why does he always look at her?

"Don't take what the Chen family said to heart."

Although Song Yanzhi didn't care, Han Heming felt a little sorry for Song Yanzhi and thought the Chen family's words were too harsh.

"You should not take it to heart. The Chen family has nothing to do with me. Why should I care about them?"

"Um"

In the old house of the Han family, Li Yuzhi was waiting for the Chen family to come. When she heard that the Chen family had left Hongya Village without even having dinner, she was secretly happy.

"Old man, do you think the Chen family drove Song Yanzhi away?"

"What kind of family is the Chen family? How could they allow their nephew to call a country woman a bastard? They must have chased her away."

Han Duotian smiled proudly, thinking that it was right to listen to his wife. Look how well his wife did this.

"So when are we going to get those brats back?"

"No rush. Let him take care of the child for two days. Let Han Hemin know that it's difficult to take care of children. Then he will be willing to hand the child over to us."

Han Hemin certainly didn't know what his father and stepmother were thinking. He made the wooden bed in the afternoon, packed up his hunting tools, and prepared to go hunting in the mountains early the next morning.

He is a hunter and his family depends on his hunting for a living. It is impossible for him to stay at home all the time.

The next day, when Song Yanzhi woke up, there was no trace of Han Heming in the house. Han Heming had told her yesterday that he would go into the mountains today, and left her ten taels of silver for household expenses.

There was fish and meat at home, and he didn't want to mistreat the children, so he cooked cornmeal porridge, made some meat patties, and fried a plate of shrimp. He and the two children had breakfast together.

"Stepmother, what are you doing?"

After dinner, Song Yanzhi let the eldest and second child go play by themselves. She was feeding the third child when she saw the second child coming over with a patchwork bag she had half-sewn in her hand.

Erwa is three years old and is curious about colors. When he sees the color-blocked bags made of various fabrics, he thinks they are very beautiful.

"This is the bag. When Mom finishes it, we can put our things in it when we go to town."

"Stepmother, I want it too."

When Song Yanzhi made clothes, she made them for everyone in the family, making Erwa think that whatever his stepmother made, everyone in the family should have it.

"Okay, wait until I finish this bag and make a small school bag for Erwa, so that Erwa can use it when he goes to school."