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"Mom, hurry and save me!"
Hearing the urgent voice, Wen Qian quickly turned her head. To her surprise, she hurriedly patted Lu Zheng on the shoulder.
"Quickly! Our son is halfway out of the frame, what are you waiting for?"
Lu Zheng was caught off guard by Wen Qian's sudden movement, feeling excited and happy. As he turned to look, he saw Lu Chen struggling in the frame, his little body almost falling out.
Lu Chen was wriggling inside but couldn't manage to free himself. Lu Zheng raised his hand and removed the wooden frame that was covering Lu Chen's head, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up.
The little guy dangled in mid-air, fear evident on his face as he clutched Lu Zheng's arm, his eyes red as he looked at Wen Qian.
"Mom!"
Wen Qian couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and pity at her son's pitiful expression. She held back her laughter and asked, "How did you end up in the frame?"
"It's all Dad's fault! He told me to watch the wooden frame!"
Lu Zheng quickly explained, fearing that Wen Qian might misunderstand. "I only asked him to keep an eye on it; I never told him to stick his head in."
The little guy fell silent, feeling guilty. Wen Qian had him sit beside her and smiled as she asked, "What were you looking for in the frame? Hmm? So curious?"
Lu Chen lowered his head, tugging at his clothes, his face flushed with embarrassment as he looked at Wen Qian. "Mom, I just wanted to see what was inside. I also wanted to know how this frame is made."
"Do you want to make one yourself?"
"Yes!"
The little guy nodded vigorously, excitement shining in his eyes as he looked at Wen Qian. "Mom, can I make one by myself? All the kids in the village have their own little wooden frames, but I don't have one!"
In the village, adults often made wooden frames for their children when they had some spare time. It was common for most kids to have one since it was something simple that could be made quickly. Plus, it allowed the children to help out with small tasks—like fetching water for the fields or picking up grains that had fallen during harvest time.
Though small, these frames were quite useful. However, since Lu Chen was little, Lu Zheng had never been around to make one for him. Even when he did meet them briefly, there was hardly enough time to talk, let alone fulfill such requests.
What surprised Wen Qian was that Lu Chen wanted to make one himself instead of asking Lu Zheng for help.
Wen Qian found herself powerless in this situation. She tilted her chin toward Lu Zheng, signaling him.
"Son, this is something your mother can't handle. If you want to make a wooden frame yourself, you'll have to leave this to your father."
Lu Chen was still a bit angry with Lu Zheng, but he couldn't afford to be upset anymore. He turned and directly hugged Lu Zheng's arm, his big eyes wide and pleading as he looked up at him.
Lu Zheng quickly agreed. "Once we get to your dad, he'll help you make it."
For the rest of the journey, Lu Chen plopped down into Lu Zheng's lap. By the time they reached their destination, he had already fallen asleep.
"Chen Chen, wake up! We're here!" Wen Qian called out, gently patting his backside to rouse him. Groggy, he sat up and followed her out of the car.
Once outside, Wen Qian stretched her arms and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling exhausted. Turning around, she spotted Wu Mei standing nearby, glaring at her with a fierce expression.
Noticing Wen Qian's gaze, Wu Mei quickly turned to leave. She wasn't afraid of what Wen Qian might do in the car with so many people around, but now that they were outside and everyone had dispersed, if Wen Qian decided to confront her, she wouldn't even be able to run away.
She had seen how badly Chi Xuecha's face had been beaten—almost disfigured. She absolutely could not afford to be disfigured herself; if that happened, her man would surely leave her. After all the effort it took for her to come to the city, she couldn't just return to the countryside like this.
Wen Qian couldn't be bothered with her. It was clear that Wu Mei was being used as a pawn without even realizing it. Chi Xuecha probably hadn't considered that her good friend would end up ruining her reputation in the army.
Chi Xuecha must have intended to use Wu Mei's words to slander Wen Qian and exaggerate her actions, creating a victimized image for herself. However, it seemed that her plan had backfired spectacularly; instead of improving her reputation, it had only worsened it.
Wen Qian pulled Lu Chen along as they walked, while Lu Zheng carried the wooden frame behind them, keeping a protective eye on them both.
Their first stop was to buy some fabric and cotton! The weather was getting colder, and the drop in temperature had been particularly noticeable over the past few days.
The three of them arrived at the department store and headed straight for the fabric section to see what good materials they could find.
In today's world, good materials are hard to come by, especially with so many people vying for them. With the recent drop in temperature, more people are looking to make new clothes, which means the demand is high. As soon as they arrived, they noticed that the fabric section was already crowded.
The crowd consisted mostly of women, and Lu Zheng felt it would be inappropriate to push through. He held onto Lu Chen and stood to the side, waiting for Wen Qian to pick out some fabric.
These days, human traffickers are rampant, and the city isn't safe!
Wen Qian browsed through the fabrics and found a few decent pieces that were quite thick. They would be perfect for making some autumn clothes for Lu Chen, along with a couple of jackets that he would surely look good in.
Lu Chen had grown quite a bit; he was taller and had gained some weight. His little face was no longer as dark as when he was born; it had lightened up considerably! His youthful face increasingly resembled Lu Zheng's, but it appeared much softer.
Suddenly, Wen Qian spotted a piece of dark blue fabric. Instinctively, she thought about buying it for herself, convinced that this was the kind of material she should wear. The deep color wouldn’t show dirt easily and was durable!
“Hey there, buying fabric to make clothes for your man?”
Wen Qian turned to see another woman nearby who was also selecting fabric. The woman gave her a knowing look with a hint of mischief on her face.
“No, I’m thinking of buying it for myself!”
“Then why are you choosing such a dark color? You should wear lighter shades; don’t dress so old-fashioned. It won’t look good, and your man won’t like it either.”
The older sister said this while pulling out a pink fabric from below and handing it to Wen Qian. She pointed at it enthusiastically, “You should buy this one! It’s fresh and pretty!”
Wen Qian looked at the pink fabric in her hands with a sense of despair. If this had been before she got married, she would have bought it without hesitation. But now, she felt yellowed and dark-skinned, thin and frail.
Wearing this would be like painting an old cucumber green—what’s the difference?
With a wry smile, Wen Qian held the fabric up to her neck to show the woman. “Sister, I appreciate your kindness, but look at me! I’d look like I stole this if I wore it—how could that be pretty?”
The woman chuckled awkwardly and pointed to some blue and green fabrics nearby. “These two are nice too!”
Wen Qian smiled as she prepared to put the pink fabric back on the table but didn’t expect someone to snatch it away.
“Just look at yourself—do you really think you deserve this fabric? I’m afraid your hands might get it dirty!”
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