Wanjin Lady

Chapter 333 Stay
Zhao Zhao twisted restlessly in her arms, her forehead covered in sweat, her legs kicking wildly, her voice almost hoarse. Wen Wan wiped the sweat off her face distressedly, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you crying non-stop?"

Wen Wan wondered if the child was not used to being away from her wet nurse, but Wei Zheng had already walked over and stretched out his hands, "Let me see?"

Wen Wan was very skeptical, "You... can take care of children?"

But the hand has already been handed over.

"No." Wei Zheng answered very straightforwardly, agreeing very readily, "Does she want the fabric for my sleeves again?"

Wen Wan: Go away!

Wei Zheng held the soft little person in his arms, and a strange feeling rose in his heart. "The child grows so fast. She wasn't that tall the last time I saw her."

Wen Wan frowned, "I still remember the Marquis said Zhao Zhao was ugly."

Wei Zheng argued, "When?"

"Wandangshan. When she was just born, you said she was ugly."

Wei Zheng coughed softly, holding the child as if he were holding a nuclear bomb, "Junior sister, your memory has been bad since you gave birth. I never said that."

"Hey!" Wen Wan held the child's butt with her hands, "Do you know how to hold a child? He's going to fall!"

Seeing sister Zhaozhao slipping out of the cradle, Wei Zheng was quick-witted and instantly twisted the child's arm with one hand, and the child's chubby legs kicked wildly in the air.

have to.

Sister Zhaozhao stopped crying and started giggling.

Wei Zheng found it amusing and, ignoring Wen Wan's shocked look beside him, he swung his hands in the air. Sister Zhaozhao hugged her old father's strong arms tightly, and the whole person swung as if on a swing.

Zhao Zhao's loud laughter suddenly rang out in the yard.

The sound was extremely sharp, not at all like the laughter of a three-month-old baby. Instead, it sounded like the laughter of an old witch in a fairy tale who had succeeded in her evil plan.

Wen Wan: ...

My hands are itching unbearably.

Want to hit someone.

At this moment, Wen Jing, who had just been beaten up, came up with crystal clear tears on her face, "Master Wei, I want to ride the swing too!"

Liu Yiyi yelled, "What the hell are you sitting on! Get inside and practice calligraphy."

Wen Jing gave Liu Yiyi serious advice: "Mother, I think your temper has become more and more irritable recently."

Liu Yiyi had just dropped the feather duster, but when she heard that, she grabbed it again, "I think you're getting more and more nervous!"

Wen Weiming came out holding Hun Ge'er and hurriedly stopped Wei Zheng: "Aunt Zhao..."

Wen Weiming stammered, "My Lord, you can't do that. The baby's bones haven't fully developed yet. You can't pick her up and play with her!"

Wei Zheng immediately raised his hand and took Zhao Zhao back into his arms. Zhao Zhao pouted in dissatisfaction and uttered "ah-ah" to urge his old father to do it again.

Wei Zheng smiled and gently rubbed her cheek with his fingers. He felt his heart melt at the sight of those beautiful eyes. "This little girl is so brave! She's not shy at all!"

Not really.

what ever.

Wen Wan took Zhao Zhao with trepidation and glared at Wei Zheng again, "My Lord..." Her words of reproach became more tactful, "Don't play with my daughter like this!"

Wei Zheng rarely showed an innocent smile, "I think Zhao Zhao likes it very much and is very happy."

With a mindset of treating both children equally, Wei Zheng reached out and hugged Huige'er, saying, "Come here, let me see Huige'er." Thinking that he had named both children himself, Wei Zheng felt an indescribable sense of closeness.

Maybe this is fate.

Hun Ge'er was quite well-behaved. Although he was held by a stranger, he did not cry or make a fuss. Instead, his big grape-like eyes stared at Wei Zheng curiously, as if he was looking at his adoptive father.

"This kid... looks... quite..." Wei Zheng retracted his words "a little dumb" and said with a smile, "He looks very smart. But... why isn't he wearing the longevity locket I gave him?"

"The gift from the Marquis is too valuable. I'm afraid it might get knocked or scratched, so I've put it in the bottom of the box. It won't be too late to wear it when the children are a little older."

Wei Zheng disagreed. "Things are meant to be used. If they get dented, I'll just give you another pair. I'll have the craftsmen from Qiqiao Pavilion deliver them tomorrow, and I'll pick out a few more for the children. Zhao Zhao likes that fabric, so I'll have someone send over a few pieces so she can tear them up for fun."

What kind of domineering statement is this?

Wen Wan smiled and said, "The child is still young, how can he wear so many things?"

Can't you just give it to me?

Wen Wan coughed softly, signaling Father Wen to take Hun'er away. Holding Zhao Zhao in her arms, Wen Wan signaled Wei Zheng with her eyes, "My Lord, it's getting dark. You must have some official business to attend to. Go back early."

"Official business isn't urgent." Wei Zheng saw Aunt Chen already setting the table, so he consciously lifted his sleeves and sat over. "Since I'm already here, I'll reluctantly have dinner here before returning."

Wen Wan: ...

The Wen family was small, so they didn't have the habit of dining at separate tables. Furthermore, after all the hassle today, much of the luggage in the yard hadn't been unpacked, leaving it in a mess. But since the weather was nice and there was a cool breeze outside, Aunt Chen moved a few chairs to the stone table in the yard for dinner.

A young man in a green brocade robe sat upright like a pine tree, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, his expression was calm, and he seemed completely unaware of the discomfort of the other people at the table.

Wei Zheng's eyes fell on the bowls of crab roe porridge on the stone table. As soon as he sat down, the girl next to Wen Wan, named Hongmei, immediately took away the bowl of crab roe porridge in front of him, and then put a bowl of white porridge on his side.

Wei Zheng frowned slightly, "Why isn't mine crab roe porridge?"

Wen Wan answered without even raising her head, "Doesn't the Marquis get rashes all over his body after eating seafood?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Wen Wan realized that something was wrong, and the atmosphere at the table froze for a moment.

Wen Weiming and Liu Yiyi's eyes wandered, and they began to pretend that there was a huge flying cockroach on the crooked tree over there.

Anyway, he just didn't look this way.

Wen Wan quickly said, "Your subordinate, Hou Ji, talked a lot about the Marquis on the way to Bozhou when he was escorting us."

"Really?" Wei Zheng was skeptical, his smile faint. He casually picked up a piece of fish sashimi as thin as a cicada's wing and put it in his mouth. His eyes fell on Chen Ma, who was holding the child beside him, and he praised sincerely, "Chen Ma, your cooking is excellent."

Mother Chen said "hmm" expressionlessly, but she laughed out loud in her heart.

Isn't that right?

You kid used to love the food cooked by my mom Chen the most!

Both the son-in-law and the young lady were scrambling to eat it!

Oh, it would be great if the son-in-law and the young lady could reconcile!
The atmosphere at the dinner table improved, and Wen Weiming ignored the rule of "no talking while eating or sleeping" and asked, "Did everything go smoothly when you went to the Yuan family to pay your respects today? How many days do we have to stay in Bozhou?"

Liu Yiyi also had a headache, "Miss, should we unpack these luggage or not? You have to give me a definite answer."

Mother Chen also came over and said, "Miss, I've made dry food for dozens of people. It's getting too cold in the summer. Are we going to leave or not? If so, when will we leave?"

Even Wei Zheng paused for a moment, and his peripheral vision fell calmly on the face of the young lady on the side.

It was getting dark, the moon was above the branches, and a lamp was on in the corridor of the Wen family's yard. The soft yellow light fell on the face of the young lady, and he saw her eyes, which were hidden in the darkness but frighteningly bright.

"We..." Wen Wan put down her bamboo chopsticks, taking a long breath, then looked up and smiled, "We're not leaving."

Everyone in the yard looked at her.