Chapter 153 The Hardworking Eldest Daughter 12
Chapter 153 The Hardworking Eldest Daughter 12
Zhang Juan was choked and speechless for a moment. Son? Didn’t she want a son? What could she do if her stomach wasn’t fertile?
Wen Lao Er was different. He laughed so loudly that the whole room echoed.
"Yes, yes, Nuan girl is right."
"Our brother will definitely come."
As if he had already seen that beautiful scene, the wild vegetables in Wen Laoer's mouth tasted more fragrant.
For a moment, no one at the table paid attention to Wen Xin who had just been slapped.
The frustrated mother and daughter shared the steamed bread, but no matter how unwilling they were, they didn't dare to say another word. The father and daughter at the table were both good at fighting, and it would be useless to get beaten.
Probably the only one who ate happily was Wen Nuan. Anyway, as long as the mother and daughter couldn't get any good things done, she was very nice.
The steamed buns and wild vegetables on this table can be considered as a health supplement, just a couple of bites.
As for Wen Lao Er, haha, he is simply a ruthless person.
After eating, Wen Nuan just threw down her chopsticks and walked away without even glancing at the three people.
Wen Laoer followed closely behind, wiping his mouth and smoking the welding cigarette like a big boss.
The dishes on the table naturally fell on Zhang Juan's head, because she was the one who darled her little girl. Her little girl had been brought up in pampered condition and had never even lifted a finger at home.
It's just that, haha~
Wen Nuan observed the few people imperceptibly. What motherly love? It's just that she hasn't done enough work, and she still has expectations for Wen Lao Er. After there is completely no hope, Wen Nuan wants to see how long her motherly love can last.
Moreover, the so-called sister of the original owner has a great background.
Wen Nuan observed throughout the day and it was obvious that Wen Lao Er and his wife were completely unaware of the situation and truly treated that little bitch as their own daughter.
This is interesting.
Because from the first moment Wen Nuan saw her, she discovered that the little bitch had no blood connection with the original owner's body.
For high-level monks, parents, children, brothers and sisters can be recognized at a glance.
As for others, such as cousins, they can also be detected through their own blood.
Logically speaking, the original owner and that little bitch were sisters from the same mother, but they had no direct blood connection at all.
Tsk tsk tsk, they are not real sisters. Judging from the couple’s behavior, the whole family has been kept in the dark.
If the couple knew that the little girl they had loved for so many years was not their biological daughter, oh, that would be a real show to watch.
But whose family does that little bitch belong to? Wen Nuan searched in her mind and instantly locked her suspicions on her uncle's family in the old house.
It's simple. The two families were born on the same day, and the aunt was so nice to this little bitch.
The family was well-off, and the aunt would often bring some snacks from the city to the little bitch, and sometimes she would buy her one or two sets of clothes. That was really the treatment her own daughter should receive.
And all of this had nothing to do with the original owner. Every time the great aunt delivered the things to him, she would directly say that these were all for Xin'er. While she said that, her eyes were staring straight at the original owner. That guy was just short of pointing at her nose to warn her.
Isn't this intriguing? They are both money-losing goods, so why is the smaller one so more valuable?
And whenever something happened in the original owner's family involving that little bitch, the aunt would always jump out first.
Well, the little bitch can’t go to school this time, so I guess it’s time for the show to begin.
In order not to alert the enemy, Wen Nuan decided to wait until the people fell asleep before taking action. She had to find out what was going on.
While Wen Nuan was thinking about this, the night was getting darker.
People in the countryside go to bed early, and the workers are tired after a day's work.
Wen Nuan was lying on the kang with all her clothes on, seemingly nonchalant, but in fact her eyes were bright and she couldn't hide the excitement in them.
A rustling sound was faintly heard in the originally silent air.
Upon careful listening, it was discovered that the sound was coming from the room where Mr. and Mrs. Wen lived.
Wen Laoer came into the room and fell asleep without saying a word. Soon he started snoring.
As for Zhang Juan, she couldn't accept the fact that her husband was asleep because she hadn't done the job yet.
After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Juan gritted her teeth and reached one hand into Wen Laoer's body, and then started to grope around.
Wen Laoer was so annoyed that he felt a burning sensation in his body while sleeping. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the unlucky person next to him who was causing trouble.
Before he could utter a word, Wen Laoer slapped him with a palm as big as a palm leaf fan.
"What are you doing so late at night?"
"You think you can touch my body?! Bad luck!"
"Go away~"
Wen Laoer was really angry. He was tired enough every day, but this slut wasn't done yet.
Moreover, now whenever he saw her, he would automatically blurt out the words "jinx". He was really afraid that it would be unlucky to have even the slightest contact with her. How could he possibly have any thoughts about this woman?
After thinking about it, Wen Laoer felt that his son was gone. Unless he changed his son's mother, what about the betrothal gift? Since the family had been divided, would his parents prepare a second betrothal gift for him?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and Wen Laoer kicked Zhang Juan off the kang.
Zhang Juan fell headfirst without noticing, but luckily she only had some scratches.
Zhang Juan sat on the ground, unable to believe that her trick had failed. In the past, this man was always susceptible to this trick.
No matter what goes wrong, as long as he rolls around on the kang, this man will agree to anything.
"Boss, what's wrong with you? I'm Juanzi."
"Woooooooo..."
Zhang Juan turned on the faucet as soon as she was told to and cried miserably. She originally wanted to look like a pear blossom with tears in her eyes, but it was so dark that she couldn't see anything.
The only feeling Wen Laoer had was that this unlucky star was mourning him in the middle of the night.
Wen Laoer was so angry that he got up from the kang and kicked Zhang Juan several times. He didn't care where he kicked her, as long as he hit the flesh.
"All you do is cry and wail all day long~"
"A big broom gave birth to a small broom, what an unlucky pair!"
"One more drop of cat urine and get out of here!"
After venting his anger, Wen Laoer rolled over onto the kang and fell asleep, not caring at all about Zhang Juan who was still on the ground.
At this moment, Zhang Juan was completely dazed. In the past, she would laugh at the wives of other families being disciplined by their own husbands. What did she say at that time? Oh, it must be that the wife of that family did not do a good job, otherwise why would the husband discipline her.
Now it was her turn, but she couldn't laugh.
No matter how stupid she was, she realized that her man had really changed. He even attacked her and kicked her.
How can she take care of her little girl now? She can hardly take care of herself, not even whether she can go to school or not.
No, this is her home and she's not going anywhere.
As for divorce, she had never thought about it. She had only heard of it, but which woman would really get divorced? Where would a divorced woman have a place to settle down?
Zhang Juan sat on the ground for a long time, and finally, without saying a word, she quietly climbed onto the kang and lay quietly beside Wen Laoer.
He really became obedient after a beating, Wen Nuan sneered.
Then in the blink of an eye, she disappeared and appeared in her great aunt's room.
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