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As their breaths drew closer, Wen Qian could almost feel the warmth of his lips. Unable to resist the growing intimacy, she closed her eyes. Suddenly, she heard the man beside her chuckle softly, and her cheeks flushed with shyness.
Just as their lips were about to touch, a voice called from outside.
“Dad, hurry up and take a shower!”
Wen Qian's eyes shot open, and she instinctively pushed Lu Zheng away, stumbling back two steps to straighten her clothes. She felt her face burning and lowered her head, covering it with her hands in an attempt to cool down.
However, everything had happened so suddenly that Wen Qian hadn’t controlled her strength when she pushed Lu Zheng. He stumbled backward, taking two awkward steps before grabbing the countertop to steady himself.
When Lu Chen entered the room, he immediately sensed something was off between them. He cautiously leaned against the doorframe to observe Lu Zheng and Wen Qian, then asked in a hushed voice, “Mom, did you hit Dad?”
Wen Qian looked up in shock at Lu Chen and then turned to Lu Zheng, who was bent over with his hands on the countertop. She swallowed hard; it seemed she had used too much force earlier.
The little guy ran over to Wen Qian and hugged her leg, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes. “Mommy, please don’t hit Dad! He did something wrong; let him say sorry to you.”
Those words were something Wen Qian had taught him—if you make a mistake, you should apologize and say you’re sorry.
Wen Qian smiled awkwardly and bent down to look at Lu Chen. “Chen Chen, your dad didn’t upset me; he just tripped over something by accident!”
After explaining, she glanced at Lu Zheng and found him gazing intently at her. The image of what had just happened flashed through her mind again, and she quickly turned and ran away.
How embarrassing!
She almost let their son witness that moment!
Lu Zheng watched as Wen Qian fled in panic, a slight smile creeping onto his lips. However, when his gaze shifted back to Lu Chen, the smile vanished instantly.
He adopted a serious expression as he looked at the little boy. Lu Chen clearly didn’t believe Wen Qian’s explanation; he stared at Lu Zheng and assumed he was upset because he had been hit.
He walked over and patted Lu Zheng on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “Dad, don’t be sad! Mommy definitely didn’t mean it!”
Lu Zheng sighed in relief but helplessly ruffled Lu Chen’s hair until the little guy complained about it hurting.
Later that day, while giving the little one a bath, Lu Zheng's movements were a bit rough. Lu Chen looked up at him with discontent. “Dad, be gentle! That hurts!”
After finishing up, Lu Zheng directly wrapped him in a towel and wiped him down, encouraging him to change his clothes. He gave him a gentle pat and urged him to go inside.
Lu Zheng stayed behind to take a shower. As he washed, memories of the kitchen scene replayed in his mind. He lightly touched his lips, a smile unconsciously forming at the corners of his mouth. Once he finished washing his clothes, he finally entered the room.
Hearing some movement at the door, Wen Qian instinctively looked up and locked eyes with the man who had just entered. Their gazes met for a moment before they both quickly looked away.
Wen Qian cleared her throat, placed her book on the table, and shifted herself into bed, lying down to sleep. After Lu Zheng came in, he lay down in the spot where Wen Qian had been. He glanced towards her and asked, "Today the principal came to ask if you would be willing to teach at school?"
"When does school start? Can Chenchen go to school?" Wen Qian sat up, firing off two questions in quick succession. Lu Zheng chuckled softly.
"Yes, he can go. There are still two weeks until school starts. The principal just wanted to ask in advance so that arrangements could be made for teaching and to give you time to prepare."
Wen Qian thought for a moment, then reached out to touch Lu Chen, squeezing his small hand gently. She indeed planned to do something, but at present, she felt there were no good options or paths available. At this moment, she wasn't allowed to make any deals; even if she had ideas, there was nothing she could do.
Her gaze fell on the books on the table; she intended to participate in the college entrance examination. Attending university had always been her dream, and once she got into college, she could take Chenchen somewhere else to live. She would also have the ability to provide for them both.
She looked at Lu Zheng and said firmly, "Alright, I'll go. Remember to mention Chenchen's schooling." After speaking, she immediately lay back down and closed her eyes.
At that moment, she felt a bit shy about looking at Lu Zheng. The first time she had ever been close to a man was during their wedding night; aside from that, there had never been another occasion.
In this lifetime, she thought to herself, the last life was forced upon her; it could only be described as being pushed around like a pig! Now, suddenly being asked to have intimate contact with a man, she found it hard to accept. Especially after the torment she endured in her previous life, the thought of any physical touch from a man was almost unbearable.
The next morning, Lu Zheng turned back to look at the two sleeping figures, a blissful and indulgent smile spreading across his face. When Wen Qian got up, she noticed that the man was no longer in the house. After having breakfast, she looked out into the yard and saw clothes hanging on the line.
Lu Zheng had not only washed the clothes he made for Lu Chen but also those he bought for her. She opened the door, intending to go out and buy some thread, as there wasn't much left in her sewing machine.
As she stepped into her courtyard, she spotted Wu Dingmei standing off to one side. The woman looked at her with a resentful and venomous gaze. Wen Qian smiled back at her. Last night when she returned home, Wu Dingmei's house had quickly filled with a crowd of aunts and sisters-in-law. The room was filled with laughter and chatter, and even when Wu Dingmei's husband returned home, there were still people around.
Wu Dingmei watched her husband with a mix of anger and fear, forcing herself to maintain a smile while her body trembled uncontrollably. She was pulled into the house and the door was shut behind her.
Slap!
Wu Dingmei received a harsh slap across her face. She covered her cheek and looked sorrowfully at her husband. He glared at her with a foul expression, lowering his voice in anger: "Wu Dingmei, you better get rid of those people in the yard and hurry up to cook. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude."
He had already been unhappy after being bullied by others in his team that day. Returning home wanting some peace, he was instead met with a noisy crowd that gave him a headache! What use was a woman who couldn't even manage the household?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He grabbed Wu Dingmei by the hair and yanked her back. "If you cause me any more trouble, I swear I'll beat you to death!"
As for the crowd in the yard, he couldn't offend them; he had to coax them into leaving first. Once they were gone, he wanted to eat, but Wu Dingmei was so exhausted that she felt dizzy and had no strength left to start cooking.
In the end, she faced another meal of punishment after being beaten! Even after that ordeal, she still had to stand up and prepare dinner for him.
That morning, after the man had left, everyone who hadn’t been able to use the sewing machine the night before had arrived.
As she stood at the door catching her breath, she noticed Youqian approaching leisurely. Youqian smiled at her and then glanced past her to take in the lively scene behind her.
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