After the female supporting character in the quick transmigration series realized her mistakes

Seeing Wang Yanling's teasing look, Sister-in-law Zhao said firmly, "Really, I don't care. Besides, your brother Zhao is already old, and he has grandchildren. If he can still find a lover, then he's quite capable."

"You can't control a man, how can you control him? Don't even mention couples living apart, even in this village, right in front of each other, don't men and women have lovers?"

Sister-in-law Zhao gave Wang Yanling a knowing look, "Take that guy's wife, for example. She's so capable, and she's given him three or four kids. But look at him, he still fell for that other guy. I heard they were caught doing *that* in the fields."

Wang Yanling had also heard about this. It was just gossip among the young wives in the village. It was something everyone knew in private, but the three people involved were completely unaware of it.

Oh dear, this village is so tiny, but everyone's curiosity and gossip are enormous.

If you make any move, everyone will know exactly what's going on.

The two chatted enthusiastically for the entire afternoon, and even when it was time for dinner, they still seemed to have so much to say.

Before we knew it, the children's winter vacation was over.

As soon as the three children came home for vacation, Wang Yanling made them lay bricks on the vegetable garden and paved the yard with cement.

But every time I come back from picking vegetables in the garden, the mud on my feet makes the yard filthy.

Since the whole family was here this time, we decided to pave the vegetable garden with bricks as well, which would be both aesthetically pleasing and convenient.

Zhao Xinggao was a little unhappy that his mother was bossing him around during his rare holiday.

She said angrily, "Mom, why make it so complicated? If there's no soil in the vegetable garden, how are you going to grow vegetables?"

Looking at her bouncing son, Wang Yanling wasn't going to spoil him. "Just do what I tell you to do. What are you nagging for? If you weren't my son, would I be looking for you?"

"Besides, I asked you to lay bricks, not to lay them all over the place. Just lay a path, that's enough."

Zhao Xing pouted and retorted unhappily, "Then I don't want to do it either."

When Wang Yanling saw her youngest son trying to slack off, she frowned and glared at him, "Zhao Xinggao, don't mess with me and I'll beat you! Look at your older brother and sister, they do what I say as soon as I tell them to, unlike you who's so talkative."

Seeing his mother's anger, Zhao Xinggao didn't dare to talk back. After all, his mother meant it when she said she would hit him, and she wouldn't hold back.

While working, she muttered to herself, "Whose child has to help adults with chores after school? I had planned to go play with Xiaowei and the others, but now I have to do chores. Ugh, how annoying!"

“In the past, you didn’t do anything at home, but when we came back, you would find things for us to do. I don’t know if you did it on purpose.”

Zhao Jianliang watched his youngest son grumbling and muttering, but he didn't dare to interrupt. His wife's temper had gotten much worse lately.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xinghua and Zhao Huan, who were standing nearby, had already put on their baskets and pushed their carts to the village entrance to transport bricks.

Wang Yanling gave Zhao Xinggao a long lecture today, and she has to keep an eye on him all day.

To avoid being criticized for being a mother, Wang Yanling was also very diligent, carrying bricks, mixing cement mortar, and doing whatever she could find.

Zhao Jianliang felt sorry for her and was afraid that she would be too tired. He tried to stop her, but it was no use. He could only work harder, afraid that if he slowed down, his wife would have to do much more.

That night, Wang Yanling groaned softly in the soft blankets. She couldn't help it; her feet and shoulders ached, and she was exhausted.

Zhao Jianliang brought a basin of hot water into the room. Seeing his wife's listless appearance, he felt half heartache and half stubbornness, and said:

"I tried to persuade you this morning but you wouldn't listen. Now you know it hurts? Tell me, shouldn't you have done that?"

"How old are you? Why are you still arguing with your child? As a parent, if your child doesn't listen, beat him until he listens. I don't believe he'll dare to fight back then."

Wang Yanling was also concerned about saving face today. She felt that if she, as a parent, talked a good game but showed little interest in doing things, what would her child think of her?

Wang Yanling sneered at her husband, "Hmph, you make it sound so nice. When Zhao Xinggao was resisting work today, why didn't you lift a finger?"

“It’s not that I don’t want to get involved, it’s just that I’m refraining from interfering because I see you’re disciplining your son, so you won’t say I’m bothering you.”

As Zhao Jianliang spoke, he picked up his wife and sat her on the edge of the bed. Then he put her feet in the basin and slowly and rhythmically massaged Wang Yanling with his large hands.

Wang Yanling's feet were very sensitive, and when he did that, she fell onto the bed and giggled.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Jianliang subconsciously raised the corners of his lips, then couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is it that funny?"

Wang Yanling nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, when you pressed like that, my legs couldn't help but go weak, it was so itchy. You get up first, I'll just soak them for a bit."

After Wang Yanling finished washing up, Zhao Jianliang poured water and lay down on the bed, naturally pulling his wife into his arms as well.

They've been married for over ten years, but their relationship has only really improved in the last few years.

There's nothing I can do. We used to be apart most of the time, so no matter how much we tried to cultivate our relationship, it just wouldn't develop quickly.

It was only after Zhao Jianliang gave his money to Wang Yanling that the two began to open up to each other.

Of course, Wang Yanling felt that a man who could give her a good life naturally needed to be more patient.

After spending a lot of time with Zhao Jianliang, you inevitably start to rely on him.

As for opening up to each other? Not yet.

If you really open up to each other, and something happens in the future, you'll be a woman raising a child alone, and you won't even know how you died.

When a man loves you, he loves you to the core; but when he stops loving you, he can be more ruthless than you can imagine.

Women are much more emotional than men; they always consider this and that.

Nestled in Zhao Jianliang's arms, Wang Yanling clung tightly to him, her head unconsciously rubbing against his chest.

She asked Zhao Jianliang softly, "Should we go to the county town to buy New Year's goods tomorrow?"

Zhao Jianliang thought for a moment, and since there wasn't much to do at home, he said, "Let's go. It's about time to go to the county town to collect the rent. Since all three kids are home, let's go to the county town and stay for a couple of days."

“Zhao Jing wrote back last month, and it seems she’s coming back in the last few days. We’ve arrived in the county town; you can go to the city to pick her up.”

Since we're going to the county town anyway, let's go all the way and have Zhao Jianliang pick up Zhao Jing from the city. That way, Zhao Jing will feel grateful to them.

This way, Zhao Jing would feel that even after all these years away, her parents hadn't forgotten her and still remembered her hardships.

Although this behavior is somewhat opportunistic, we will only judge by actions, not intentions, because no one in the world is perfect.

As for why Wang Yanling didn't go, it's because she gets terribly carsick.

Her father was able to go only because she, as his stepmother, fought hard for it. Otherwise, given his father's condition, how could he possibly go to pick up his eldest daughter himself?

Anyway, I understand everything.

The process doesn't matter, as long as the result is what Zhao Jing saw and felt the hearts of these parents, that's enough.