Farming with kids: My deceased husband returns and I spoil him rotten.

He jumped out of the window, covered in dust.

Chen Linlang patted the bottom of her skirt and put the things in her hands aside.

"Hiding at home in broad daylight! Tell me! What shameful things have you been doing!"

"What? What shameful thing could there be!"

Seeing the gleam in Chen Linlang's eyes, as if she were digging for treasure, Shang Qing slapped her.

"All of this is still Wang Mingli!"

"Wang Mingli?" The face under the palm paused for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, as if she had just thought of something, Chen Linlang pushed Shang Qing's hand away and leaned closer, "What's wrong with Wang Mingli? Did he eat you?"

Shang Qing rolled her eyes. "If only they really ate me, I wouldn't have to live in fear anymore."

The key issue is that this person hasn't revealed his identity, which makes her live in constant fear.

This is worse than being eaten.

After briefly describing how she had been hiding from Wang Mingli, Chen Linlang suddenly understood.

"Aren't you being a little too cautious?"

"Better safe than sorry."

Shang Qing took a deep breath and exhaled, as if releasing all the pressure from the past few days.

"So, what brings you here today?"

"Oh dear, I had completely forgotten if you hadn't asked!" Chen Linlang slapped her forehead. "I came here today to talk about Wang Mingli."

"I discovered that Wang Mingli was someone who appeared out of nowhere."

"What do you mean?" Shang Qing asked, leaning forward slightly. "Have you discovered something?"

Chen Linlang shook her head. "On the contrary, we didn't find anything."

"That's strange. There's always been a rumor in the village that Wang Mingli is a good teacher, but nobody knows where Wang Mingli's roots are."

"You know, even people from other places would leave some information in the village, right? But why didn't this person leave anything behind?"

The initial amazement on his face gradually gave way to seriousness, and Shang Qing's expression turned gloomy.

The biggest news is that there is no news.

Generally speaking, there are only two types of people who cannot see the news in the village.

The first type is refugees who fled and died without leaving their names, because they are already dead and no information can be found.

The second type is a criminal who has fled to a certain area and is rootless simply to live an anonymous life.

Clearly, Wang Mingli does not belong to the first category.

But if he is the second type, then there are probably one or two unsolved cases left behind in the place where he stayed before.

As the thought deepened, a tremor ran through me, and my body couldn't help but shake slightly.

"Shang Qing, are you alright?"

Seeing the fear spreading across Shang Qing's face, Chen Linlang reached out and steadied her.

"No...it's nothing!" The warmth on her arm brought her back to her senses.

She gave Chen Linlang a reassuring smile.

"Don't overthink it. The reason we haven't found any results yet might be because my investigation period was too short. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Shang Qing nodded.

"Alright, I came here to tell you this information, and also to give you some things to thank you for taking care of my child last time!"

"What are you saying? You almost became the child's godmother, don't be so polite."

"That's right, it's all because of that awful mother-in-law. If it weren't for her, you would have been my child's godmother long ago!"

When the topic turned to Liu Chunjuan, Chen Linlang couldn't help but complain about her again.

The complaints rose and fell in tone, and Shang Qing's tense mind was relieved by Chen Linlang.

"Alright, I'm satisfied that she didn't make us break off our friendship. I don't care about anything else."

When two women are together, it's like they've opened a floodgate of conversation. Before they've even said anything, half a day has already passed.

Looking at the setting sun, Chen Linlang showed a reluctant expression.

"Alright, it's time to go back. If we don't go back soon, the little one will miss me."

The child is not yet at the stage of babbling; he can only make sounds like "abba aba."

Even so, Chen Linlang could still imagine the little guy stretching out his little arms, asking for a hug.

A mother cannot live without her child.

Knowing that Chen Linlang missed her child, Shang Qing didn't linger.

She saw Chen Linlang to the window again, saying, "Alright then, I won't stay. Be careful on your way back."

Chen Linlang nodded.

Following Shang Qing's arm, he took a big step and sat on the windowsill.

Just as his slender right foot was about to step off the eaves, his toe suddenly kicked a vase next to him.

"careful!"

Shang Qing pulled with his left hand, quickly stabilizing the thing that was about to fall. Chen Linlang took the opportunity to pull her legs back and finally stepped steadily out of the window.

Her heart was in her throat, but seeing that the flower basket was intact, Chen Linlang's tightly closed pupils slowly relaxed.

"That really scared me to death! I thought I was going to break a vase like that idiot!"

"Idiot? What, before you came here, did you see anyone else break a vase?"

While arranging the flowers in the vase, Shang Qing asked casually.

"No, it was done by a man in a gray robe, right next to your house on the right."

"Luckily, it was the vase next door. If it were yours, you wouldn't be able to find anyone to compensate you."

Shang Qing laughed, completely disregarding Chen Linlang's words.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Let's leave it at that."

After saying goodbye, Shang Qing closed the window again and carefully sealed the window frame before returning to the inner room.

The three children had finished eating and were practicing calligraphy nearby.

Pan'er and Nian'er are very determined and have good endurance. Although their ability to imitate is not high, their strength lies in their persistence.

In no time, he had written a whole bunch of stuff.

Xi'er, the youngest, may not write as fast or patiently as Pan'er and Nian'er, but her handwriting quality is guaranteed.

Unfortunately, she's been gone for so long, and this person has only uttered one word.

It seems he still harbors resentment over Wang Mingli's departure.

Shang Qingsheng took a breath and patiently squatted down. "You only wrote one character?"

Xi'er turned her head away in a huff, without saying a word.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful! I want to reward you. What should I give you as a reward?"

With a drawn-out tone, Shang Qing deliberately stood up, and the next second, Xi'er's curious gaze turned towards him.

Eyes facing each other.

Seeing the smug smile on Shang Qing's face, Xi'er became even angrier. "Mother, you're playing me! I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Her angry little fists clenched, and the next second she put her hands on her chest, her puffed-out cheeks radiating anger.

What an angry pufferfish!

Amused by the child's adorable appearance, Shang Qing deliberately pursed her lips, bent down, and placed her hands on either side of Xi'er.

"Who said I was playing a trick on you? Guess which hand has something in it?"

The mini-game attracted Pan'er and Nian'er, who both guessed what Xi'er was saying since she didn't speak.

“Left hand, it must be the left hand. Mother likes to hide things in her left hand the most.” Pan’er said firmly.

“Impossible! Mother hid something in her left hand just a few days ago. This time it must be her right hand!” Nian’er retorted.

The two argued fiercely, and Xi'er, who usually ignored them, couldn't help but glance down at them.

"Xi'er, are you sure you don't want to guess? If you don't, the prize will go to your two older sisters!"