Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 339 Successfully Bringing Them Home

I set off in the morning and arrived home in the afternoon.

As soon as Mu Qingyang got out of the car, she couldn't wait to call out, "Grandma, Grandma, I'm back to see you!"

Grandma was tidying up her stall at the noodle shop when she heard Mu Qingyang's voice and rushed out.

Mu Qingyang rushed over and gave him a big hug.

Grandma was taken aback. She stretched out her hands, then paused, silently put them back on her trouser legs and rubbed them a few times before putting her hands on Mu Qingyang's back and gently patting him.

"School's out for break, Xiao Mu?" Grandma asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes, I just started my vacation a short time ago, and I had Zeng Wenjie bring me here!" Mu Qingyang said.

Grandpa happened to be home too. Hearing the commotion, he came out and smiled when he saw Mu Qingyang. He said, "Little Mu is here!"

Mu Qingyang hurriedly called out to his grandfather, "Hello, Grandpa!"

Zeng Wenjie limped in, carrying gifts, and struggled to step over the threshold. He said, "Hey, these are the gifts Xiao Mu bought for you!"

Grandma said, "Why did you come empty-handed? Why bring a gift? I'm just happy to see you come!"

Grandpa said, "That's right!"

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Zeng Wenjie was stunned and said, "No, you don't even care that I'm lame?"

Only then did the two elders notice that his walking posture was not quite right.

"Did you get into another fight?" Grandpa asked.

"Sigh, it was just a friendly sparring match, and the opponent was an old man! It was outrageous. First, he pushed me more than two meters away with one palm, and then he kicked me so hard that I was crippled all day," Zeng Wenjie sighed.

Mu Qingyang felt guilty. Zeng Wenjie hadn't told the truth, probably because he was afraid his grandparents would overthink it.

Grandpa watched Zeng Wenjie mimic Xie Jiu's moves with great enthusiasm and said, "He practices Xingyi Quan, and his skills are very profound, with strong practical experience."

Zeng Wenjie asked, "Can you beat him?"

"I have very little practical experience, I can't beat him." Grandpa shook his head directly.

Zeng Wenjie was immediately filled with disappointment. It seemed that Ninth Master's nature was beyond his control for the time being...

Grandpa went back into the house to get the medicine, spread it in his palm, and then began to massage Zeng Wenjie's injured calf.

Hearing the wailing and howling, Mu Qingyang couldn't help but laugh. She felt so heartless; Zeng Wenjie was in such a state, and she still wanted to laugh!
However, Grandpa's medicine was indeed quite effective. After applying it, Zeng Wenjie felt less pain and could walk without limping.

Grandma then brought over a basin of hot water and a towel, and told Mu Qingyang to wash his hands and face and go rest for a while.

Zeng Wenjie asked, "I don't get this treatment?!"

Grandma rolled her eyes at him and went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Zeng Wenjie felt that bringing Mu Qingyang home was a real mistake, as he had immediately fallen out of favor!
Previously, all these care and benefits belonged to me.

Mu Qingyang stuck out her tongue and made a face at Zeng Wenjie, then carefully washed her face with a warm towel. Her already fair and cool-toned skin looked even more radiant and beautiful.

"You all go and rest for a bit. I'll go help your grandma cook so she won't nag me again!" Grandpa stood up, put his hands behind his back, and went into the kitchen.

Not long after, the sound of arguing came from the kitchen.

"Add salt first!"

"I like to add the chili first, that's how it tastes better."

Mu Qingyang was taken aback. Zeng Wenjie said, "You'll get used to it. We've been arguing all our lives! Come on, I'll take you to the room to play video games."

Mu Qingyang tilted his head and asked, "Photoshopped?"

"PS's dad!"

Zeng Wenjie lifted the dust cover off the large-screen TV and took out the long-forgotten Little Tyrant game console from the drawer—a white, old-fashioned keyboard-shaped game console with a slot on the top.

After skillfully connecting all the connectors to the TV, Zeng Wenjie inserted the "Tank Battle" game cartridge.

Mu Qingyang gripped the light, flimsy controller, quite excited; it was her first time playing this kind of game console. After the familiar background music started playing, Zeng Wenjie began explaining the gameplay to her, and the two of them each controlled their own tanks to attack the enemy's base.

"You're so stupid! How did you end up shooting at your own Old Wang's fortress? He blew it up with just one bullet!" Zeng Wenjie complained.

Mu Qingyang gripped the handle nervously and said, "I...I'm trying!"

"Oh, my brother, please don't hit me! That's me!" Zeng Wenjie wailed.

"Oh, oh, oh... I'm the older sister!" Mu Qingyang hurriedly replied, then emphasized.

"Sister~" Zeng Wenjie said in a low voice, "Be smart, we can't even get past the third level, isn't it embarrassing to say that we can't even get past the third level?"

Mu Qingyang got goosebumps all over, her face flushed, and she said, "Okay, be normal, don't call me that."

The game was quite simple. After Mu Qingyang got used to the rules, he became more and more adept at it, and even competed with Zeng Wenjie for points, seeing who could destroy more enemy tanks.

"Quick, eat that! Once we eat it, Old Wang's fortress will turn into titanium alloy, and we can go out and wreak havoc," Zeng Wenjie said.

"Oh oh oh..." Mu Qingyang hurriedly manipulated his tank to consume the item, and then Old Wang's fortress turned silver, and ordinary bullets could no longer penetrate it.

As a result, she was hit by an armor-piercing projectile, and after a moment of carelessness, she turned the projectile around and blasted Old Wang to death...

Zeng Wenjie laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, while Mu Qingyang pursed his lips, feeling somewhat embarrassed and guilty.

"It's okay, having fun playing games is the most important thing, whether you pass the level or not doesn't matter!" Zeng Wenjie wiped away the tears of laughter and comforted her.

Thankfully it wasn't CS, otherwise, as a senior in Go, he would have been spit out Mu Qingyang's dog brains.

Zeng Wenjie was known as a stress monster when playing games, so much so that he could put so much pressure on Hu Guohua that he didn't want to talk for a whole night.

Mu Qingyang is quite good at games like QQ Speed ​​and Bubble Fighter, but he's not very comfortable with the simpler Little Tyrant game console, which always makes him seem clumsy.

Hey, the game I'm best at is actually "Yicheng Go".

The two were happily playing games in the room until Grandma called them to dinner from outside.

The "Eight Bowls" dish is a hearty dish that requires preparation, but the two of them came back rather suddenly today, so it's definitely not available.

But Grandma made a pot of spicy pork ribs and a braised carp, which was quite a feast.

"Can you eat it?" Grandma asked Mu Qingyang with concern.

"Mmm, mmm, haha!" Mu Qingyang nodded repeatedly, stuffing ribs and fish into his mouth.

Grandpa asked, "Is it okay if we don't go home for the New Year?"

Mu Qingyang said, "It's alright, I want to stay here for the New Year, is that alright, Grandpa!"

Grandpa smiled and said, "Of course, you're welcome to come anytime."

Mu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I...I might have eaten a little too much!"

"Eat well, eat more!" Grandma was very happy to hear that.

The older generation believed that a girl's ability to eat a lot was a good thing, as eating a lot usually meant she was more capable at housework; now, the concept has evolved, and being able to eat a lot is even better, because being able to eat a lot means you can have children...

“I’ll take her to her grandparents’ house later. My mom’s there too, right?” Zeng Wenjie asked.

"Yes, your maternal grandmother hasn't been feeling well these past few days, so she went back to take care of her," Grandma said.

After finishing her meal, Mu Qingyang went into the kitchen to help her grandmother clean up, but her grandmother chased her out.

Zeng Wenjie then took her out and drove to visit her maternal grandparents in Xinjie.

As he took the gift out of the trunk, he bumped right into his mother, Han Yu.

Upon seeing Mu Qingyang, she exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Little Mu is here?!"

Mu Qingyang quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Auntie, I'm sorry to bother you!"

Han Yu smiled gently and said, "There's no need to disturb me. Please come in and sit down."

(End of this chapter)