Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 340 Washing Underwear in the Morning

Han Yu was very surprised that Mu Qingyang had come to Baishui Town, because Zeng Wenjie hadn't told her anything.

"Why did you bring that girl home?" Han Yu asked in a low voice, pinching Zeng Wenjie's ear.

“Who are you, young lady? You’re my girlfriend!” Zeng Wenjie said with a righteous expression.

"Huh?!" Han Yu was a little incredulous.

Because, in her opinion, Zeng Wenjie was a scoundrel who was extremely naughty in school, skipping classes to go online all day, and chasing after Yang Jingqi was like a living hell. So, for him to suddenly be paired with a girl who was like an angel was a bit like science fiction.

Zeng Wenjie laughed and said, "You don't like it? Then I'll tell her."

Han Yu slapped him hard on the back of the head and said angrily, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll hit you, you believe me?"

Zeng Wenjie quickly made a heart shape with his hands for his mother and said, "I'll definitely save you first, but please don't hit me."

"???"

Han Yu looked completely bewildered. What on earth was going on?

She felt that her dog son's temperament had changed a lot since summer, and sometimes he would talk incoherently, making it difficult for people to understand him.

My maternal grandparents both liked Mu Qingyang very much.

Who wouldn't love the cute and beautiful Xiao Mu?
Yeah, anyone who doesn't like something is fucking abnormal!

Zeng Wenjie had already informed his grandfather beforehand, so there was no need to worry about letting something slip and arousing Mu Qingyang's suspicion.

Mu Qingyang also pretended to be serious and told her grandfather that she was having a hard time learning Russian and that she should come and ask him for help when she had time.

This made the pro-Soviet individual extremely happy...

Then, Mu Qingyang started eating and drinking at her maternal grandparents' house again. The two elders liked her very much and served her all kinds of fruits and snacks.

There is a high-calorie snack that looks like a twisted dough stick, but it's not. It's a local specialty of the town: it's deep-fried, has a crunchy texture, and is coated with sugar.

Watching Mu Qingyang's flamboyant display, Zeng Wenjie was a little worried that she might evolve into a Tiger tank.

"I can't eat anymore, Grandma!" Mu Qingyang finished off another plate of snacks and hurriedly waved her hand in refusal.

"Take it home and eat it!" Grandma grabbed a handful and stuffed it into both of her pockets, filling them to the brim.

Little Mu, who loves receiving gifts, doesn't know how to refuse at all. She even obediently zipped up her pocket to prevent the snacks inside from falling out.

Around 9:30, Zeng Wenjie prepared to take Mu Qingyang and leave.

"Why don't you sleep here tonight?" Grandpa said.

“Our luggage is over there, we need to go back to sleep, we’ll come back another day!” Zeng Wenjie said.

He pulled Mu Qingyang to say goodbye to his family, then drove his Audi back to the old street.

As soon as he stepped across the threshold, Mu Qingyang's nose twitched, and he said, "I smell a delicious fragrance!"

Grandma came out at this moment and said with a smile, "You're back? I cooked sweet rice wine dumplings and eggs for you. Come and eat."

Mu Qingyang immediately said happily, "Okay, okay, thank you, Grandma!"

Zeng Wenjie gasped and asked, "Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"

"I exercise every day, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, I can just control my diet after I gain weight!" Mu Qingyang glanced at him, not afraid at all.

Zeng Wenjie smacked his lips and accompanied her to eat sweet rice wine dumplings. He really couldn't understand how she could still eat two bowls after eating so many snacks!

After eating too much, Mu Qingyang couldn't fall asleep after washing her face and feet. Since her grandparents were used to going to bed early, she could only beg Zeng Wenjie to let her play video games.

Then, Zeng Wenjie picked out the Contra clip, inserted it, and played happily with Mu Qingyang.

"Let me tell you, we have tons of ghost stories in our village..."

Zeng Wenjie started doing dirty things, telling Mu Qingyang ghost stories while playing video games.

Mass graves with ghostly mazes, gold mines haunted by red-clad spirits, children drowning in the river...

It has to be said that these ghost stories, combined with the rural setting, are indeed quite frightening.

Mu Qingyang, who wasn't usually afraid of these things, started shivering a little as he listened. Coupled with the cold weather, he got goosebumps on his neck.

Seeing that it was already midnight, Zeng Wenjie put down the controller and said, "Let's play again next time, it's time to go to sleep."

After the game sounds stopped, Mu Qingyang felt a little eery from the silence.

This is what nights in the countryside are like, especially in winter. In summer, it's better because you can always hear cicadas and frogs chirping, so it's not so desolate.

"Wait!" Mu Qingyang said.

"Tsk... Keep your distance, I'm afraid your Grandpa Xie will beat me up!" Zeng Wenjie raised an eyebrow.

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but lightly punch him twice and said, "You just told me a ghost story and scared me. I'm scared now. Can you coax me to sleep?"

Zeng Wenjie asked, "On what grounds?"

Mu Qingyang blushed and leaned in to kiss him.

So, the wicked fellow, having succeeded in his scheme, reluctantly agreed to coax her to sleep.

Mu Qingyang took off his thick cotton pajamas, revealing a thin pajamas underneath, and got into bed. There was an electric blanket underneath, making the bed very warm. Zeng Wenjie also took off his shoes and got into bed, then leaned against the headboard, letting Mu Qingyang sit next to his thigh.

“I’ve told you my story, now it’s your turn to tell me yours,” Mu Qingyang said softly.

"Then tell me about some of the crappy things I did when I was a kid!" Zeng Wenjie patted her head, gathered his thoughts, and began to recount the past.

Having shared an overnight stay with Zeng Wenjie before, Mu Qingyang was not so awkward. He lazily snuggled in the blankets, listening to Zeng Wenjie tell embarrassing stories.

Not long after, Mu Qingyang closed his eyes wearily and began to breathe evenly.

"Good night."

Zeng Wenjie turned off the electric blanket, then turned off the lights, closed the door, said goodnight, and went back to his room.

Mu Qingyang slept very well and soundly, and even dreamed of his grandmother.

Grandma looked at her with a smile, and then told her that someone would love her from now on, and that she shouldn't worry.

Then, Mom appeared beside Grandma. The two held hands, stood on the boat, waved to her, and drifted downstream.

When Mu Qingyang woke up, her face was covered in tears. After a moment of surprise, she stopped crying and instead wiped away her tears and smiled gently.

seven thirty.

When Mu Qingyang changed his clothes and came out of the room, he found that his grandmother was already selling rice noodles, while his grandfather walked back from outside with sweat on his forehead and a ruddy face, probably from exercising.

"Are you sleeping well?" Grandpa asked Mu Qingyang with a smile.

“I’m used to it, Grandpa! I really like it here!” Mu Qingyang said, raising his hand and waving happily.

Grandpa nodded and said, "If you don't have anything to do later, play chess with me! Go wash your face, and then ask your grandma to make you some rice noodles."

Mu Qingyang knocked on Zeng Wenjie's door to wake him up, and after a few minutes, he opened the door.

"Want to sleep in?" Mu Qingyang asked.

“Yeah, I was tired from driving yesterday, is that not allowed?” Zeng Wenjie replied with a displeased look.

Mu Qingyang was taken aback when she saw that he was carrying a pair of underwear.

Zeng Wenjie said fiercely, "What are you looking at? Are you going to help me wash it?"

Mu Qingyang quickly stepped aside, saying, "Who wants to help you wash!"

She had a strange association: after having a bizarre dream, she had to get up the next day to wash her underwear; could it be that Zeng Wenjie also had that kind of bizarre dream?
possible……

"Ninth Master, Ninth Master, what a terrible blood feud you've committed!" Zeng Wenjie cursed as he washed his underwear, still holding a grudge against Xie Jiu.

After breakfast, Mu Qingyang played two games of chess with his grandfather, leaving the old man in a terrible state.

Grandpa couldn't help but say, "Impressive! I'd love to see you play against a worthy opponent, but unfortunately there aren't any that skilled around."

Mu Qingyang said, "That's easy. I brought my laptop with me, and it has a network card, so I can download things online."

So, the old-fashioned grandfather sat next to Mu Qingyang and watched her play chess online.

Zeng Wenjie planned to return to Fengzhou after lunch. He could be a hands-off manager of the snack shop, but not the gold shop. He also had to make the final decision on the renovation of the office on the second floor of the Fengyuan Entrepreneurship Base.

“I’m going back to earn money, otherwise I can’t afford to support someone who eats so much! We’ll keep in touch by phone, and I’ll come back to keep you company when I have time,” Zeng Wenjie said.

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but puff out his cheeks, looking rather unhappy.

But at that moment, Yang Wei suddenly arrived on his motorcycle, with Yang Jingqi on board.

"Uncle Yang, what brings you here?" Zeng Wenjie went out to greet him, completely ignoring Yang Jingqi.

Yang Wei looked a little flustered and said, "Something happened to Lao Li at home. One of our shipments went missing, and the police just came to me to ask about it."

Zeng Wenjie frowned and asked, "How much?"

“More than four hundred grams…” Yang Wei said with a grim expression.

“Besides helping us deliver goods, Lao Li was also doing it himself. Someone came to his door to collect goods, and then committed the crime in his house.”

"Only he and his wife were at home. They were both beaten to death, and all their money and goods were looted."

Zeng Wenjie was shocked to hear this. Old Li had kidnapped people with him before and was a seasoned veteran, yet he had failed...

He sighed and said, "Contact his family. We'll pay some money to help them with the funeral arrangements. The goods are gone, but that's okay. Tell your men to be careful. If they have any goods, they should sell them directly to us, and we'll raise the price by a few cents per unit."

Yang Wei stood there somewhat awkwardly, looking at the boy in front of him who was the same age as his daughter, and for a moment he found it difficult to speak.

"Uncle Yang, you don't need to feel guilty. Please continue to help us receive goods. We won't stop you from helping us just because of this little accident," Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.

"Okay." Yang Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that Lao Li's matter would implicate him and ruin his business, so he was now helping the Zeng family collect goods and handing them over to Zeng Xiangdong.

Yang Jingqi watched as her father appeared embarrassed in front of Zeng Wenjie, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions, feeling extremely distressed.

Just as she was about to say something, Mu Qingyang emerged from behind the door of the main room and cautiously asked, "Is doing gold business this dangerous?"

Yang Jingqi's face instantly turned deathly pale, and she swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)