Fat Mama's Works: The Grand Wedding Ceremony Volume 1 Chapter 67: Yao Ye's Background

  Think.

  Every time she sees a narrow and dirty home, with a small attic that has to be shared with her sister, she feels hatred in her heart.

  Some people are born with a car to pick them up, have professional tutors in their spare time, wear bright clothes, beautiful shoes and bags worth tens of thousands. Most importantly, this kind of person, even if they don't have talent, don't need to work hard, their future will still be brilliant.

  Why is she the daughter of the grocery store owner?

  If she were the mayor's or municipal party secretary's daughter, who would dare mock her?!

  Just by looking at Wen Huan's twisted face, Wen Shitong felt as if he had drunk wine and was delighted: He liked to see that someone else was just like him, hooked on temptation.

  I really dislike Wen Shi Xuan and Man Man's kind, don't envy those who only live for themselves.

  Slightly beyond his expectation, Xu Yu'e heard this and didn't feel happy...

  ……

  Jiang Yan rushed back home from school when his father had already escaped danger and returned to the mansion from the hospital.

  Jiang's mother was scolded by her husband and wasn't happy, so she went to live with her eldest son for a few days.

  That night, Manman personally went to the kitchen and showed off her culinary skills in front of her father-in-law, who was praised by her husband. Jiang Mei told the family's nanny not to cook anymore, and she and Xiaodong stayed behind to take advantage of Manman's cooking.

  Originally wanted to go into the kitchen as a woman to help my sister-in-law, but less than three minutes after entering, Jiang Mei turned around and came out, saying to her brother: "Tian, professional chef, I don't even know how to assist."

  Jiang Mei's terrible cooking skills were like his, where even salt and sugar would be added incorrectly. Jiang Yan pulled his sister back: "Don't go in there to make a mess."

  In the end, Xiao Dongzi was unexpectedly recruited by Manman as a taste officer, responsible for tasting flavors.

  Ke Xian is very particular about what he eats.

  Everyone couldn't help but look forward to it.

  Jiang Dazhou opened a bottle of red wine after setting the table with bowls and chopsticks. Jiang's father couldn't drink, so he drank chrysanthemum tea that his daughter had brewed at home with Xiaodongzi.

  Jiang Mei helped Manman bring out the dishes one by one, six dishes and two soups, with a good intention. Upon closer inspection, there was sautéed wild vegetables with dried mushrooms, steamed pork ribs in a bowl, braised pig's trotters with soybeans, stir-fried shrimp with chicken, cold skin tofu, stir-fried eggs with green and red peppers, and two soups - one was a light Job's tears soup, the other was a whole skinned old hen. To cater to the northerners' preference for noodles, Manman specially made some wild vegetable potstickers, and for those who didn't eat rice, there were noodles or flatbread.

  The dishes are many, but each one is delicate and small, taking care of the sick elderly and children, also considering the large basic food intake of soldiers, the young daughter-in-law has a clever mind.

  Before even ordering food, Father Jiang pretended to be angry and questioned his son: "What's going on? I don't see a wedding ring on her."

  People like Manman have a wedding ring given by their husband and wear it every day, not to show off.

  It seems like someone has misunderstood again, so Manman hurriedly took out the wedding ring from around her neck.

  It was the right time, Jiang Dashao pulled out a long-treasured engagement ring from his pocket, opened the box in front of his wife, and knelt down again to propose in front of the elderly.

  "Be with me for a lifetime, be my wife."

  The proposal words, Mo Wenyang and others gave Jiang Dashao many opinions, and Jiang Dashao finally chose his own.

  According to Chiang's own words, it is simple and easy to understand that his wife accepted that they cannot be together.

  The old man, the adults and the children all applauded thunderously and cheered.

  Under the hair of ink, a pair of bright star eyes, handsome face, strong and upright long eyebrows, military oath, promising lifelong favor.

  How many times, it seemed like a dream, the slender white hand stretched out, with a swaying fantasy, was tightly grasped by him, wrapped tightly in his thick and powerful palm.

  He gently pinched her ring finger, and the warm, not cool ring slid onto her slender finger joint, stopping at just the right position to get stuck, just right, even a bit tight.

  This time I've really got my wife wrapped around my finger, I'm so happy, I scoop her up in one swift motion and spin her around the living room, twirling and dancing.

  "A'yan, quickly knock her out." Finally, it was Jiang Mei who came to her senses and stopped her brother, who had circled around more than ten times without any intention of stopping.

  Manman sat down with a halo spinning on her head, dizzy with happiness.

  She lowered her head, looking left and right at the wedding ring, a simple white silver band with two intertwined red threads engraved on it, not eye-catching at all, but exactly what she liked. At first glance, you could tell it wasn't designed by a designer, but was her husband's own ingenuity.

  Xiao Dongzi leaned in close: "Aunt, my classmates and I were talking, and we said you're a painter. But they said the paintings I did weren't pretty at all, not like yours. Can you teach me?"

  Rubbing the kid's head, Manman smiled: "No problem. You have your mom bring you to the gallery or come find me at home in the evening, as long as I'm there, I can teach you anytime."

  "Ah, Auntie, I think your eyes are the most beautiful."

  After hearing what the child said, Manman suddenly remembered if she could ask two grandfathers about Xiaodong's eye problem again.

  The same idea flashed through Jiang Da Shao's mind.

  Before his wife could speak, Jiang Dashao planned to privately entrust Yao Ye again after returning to school.

  "Both grandpas took a leave today and left early." Mo Wenyang replied to Jiang Dashao, who had just returned and asked.

  Two uncles are busy with official duties every day, especially recently, they almost run home every day. It seems that something big has happened in the Lu or Yao family.

  Lu's family background is because they are all Commander Lu's soldiers, and Jiang Dashao and a group of soldiers have some understanding in their hearts.

  They say this Yao Ye, why is he always called Old Man Yao?

  "I heard others call it that way, so I followed suit." Mo Wenyang said with a hint of embarrassment, scratching his head.

  Idle and having nothing to do, the tall, handsome and proud Gao Da Shuai liked to roam around and boast everywhere. With his two hands respectively embracing the shoulders of the two men, he whispered mysteriously: "Do you know why Master Yao called me 'Daddy'? Do you want me to tell you?"

  They stared at each other, and Mo Wenyang and Jiang Dashao chimed in unison: "You're being too secretive."

  "I'll only tell you two, I won't tell anyone else, if I do, Master Yao will throw me into the pig cage." Gao Dashi said while carefully looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, "You guys listen up, the bigger the official, the more low-key they are."

  Nonsense

  Extremely dissatisfied glare at the one who said they would expose the news.

  "I'm saying, Old Man Yao's dad is one level higher in rank than Old Man Jun's dad. Do you guys know what our city's Party Secretary's surname is?"

  Ordinary citizens really don't have the heart to pay attention to their local government officials, they are busy with their own lives.

  The material is transparent up to this point, and the tall, handsome and closed mouth that does not leak air.

  Mo Wenyang quickly ran to the internet cafe to check the local government's announcement information.

  Jiang Dashao didn't need to investigate, it was all guesswork, but probably no one would have thought that the gentle-looking Yao Ye, who seemed to be without any aura at all, would be the son of the municipal party secretary.

  ……

  A car stopped at the gate, Yao Ziye took off his military cap and tucked it under his arm, wanting to open the car door himself.

  The driver-secretary who could come out was already rushing to open the door for him.

  Mr. Yao is approachable and down-to-earth, which is a good thing, but just like the strict and rigid Lord Jun, being overly familiar with him can be a problem for those who intentionally try to get close to him, as it's hard to grasp Mr. Yao's thigh.

  "No need, I'll do it myself." Narrow and long eyes, soft as water's luster, occasionally sharp as a small knife-like glance, enough to make the other person quickly withdraw their outstretched hand.

  If possible, Yao Ziye didn't even plan to have the driver pick him up.

  But this time he needs to go somewhere different, and he has to put on a bit of official airs that he normally dislikes.

  Lu Jun has already set out one step ahead and joined forces with Commander Lu.

  If nothing unexpected happens, a group of people will gather at Old Master Lu's house.

  Mr. Lu, nobody calls him Mr. Lu, they all call him Old Man Lu.

  It was Mr. Lu who wanted everyone to call him that way.

  Since retiring from an important position in the Military Commission, he is still very influential in both military and political circles. Now his favorite thing to do every day is to raise birds in a birdcage, raise fish in a fish tank, and fill the balcony with potted plants that he personally planted.

  The stone slab in the middle of the General's Mansion courtyard was a chessboard. Whenever old friends came, the old man would immediately invite them to play: "Let's have a game!"

  The old man's chess skills were terrifying, Yao Ziyi and Lu Jun comrades still remember, when they were young, they were caught by the old man to learn chess, one game after another, killing them without leaving any room for maneuver, under the circumstances of complete loss of confidence, the old man still forced them to continue playing.

  To know, on the battlefield of nine deaths and one life, soldiers have no word called giving up.

  Even in death, one cannot give up; this is what we call military spirit.

  Almost every child who was taken care of by Old Lu when they were young grew up to be a good person.

  When the car stopped in front of Jiangjun Building, Yao Ziyi seemed to have not returned from his memories.

  At that time, Lao Lü had just been rehabilitated and was settled in this building, General's Building. He and Lü Jun followed behind Lao Lü. Lao Lü looked at the two of them and let out a long sigh: In this lifetime, you and I owe someone a debt that we cannot repay for a lifetime.

  That's exactly what Nannan said.

  Mrs. Lu will give birth to a baby girl in the countryside, and the baby girl will get lost in the countryside, all of which happened when Old Man Lu was framed by his political enemies and thrown into prison.

  He took a step forward and walked on the stone path bathed in sunlight, seeing from afar Old Master Lu and his son, Lu Siling, engaged in an intense game of chess.

  Lu Jun stood behind his father, with an expressionless face as usual.

  Not far from the old man, a woman who was slightly younger than Mrs. Lu and had some resemblance to her, slowly said while sipping tea: "Grandfather, I didn't mean to be biased. Isn't it that Nangnang hasn't been found yet? And even if Nangnang is found, she might already be married, so we can't ruin her existing marriage because of this childhood engagement with the Yao family. Besides, the engagement with the Yao family wasn't just for Nangnang alone, any girl from the Lu family would do, right?"

  "No one says you're biased, sister-in-law." Commander Lu listened and listened, unable to bear it any longer, and slammed a chess piece down.

  No need to think about it, this woman's repetitive long-winded talk has already made people's ears grow calluses.

  Yao Ziye had a very shallow impression of this woman, to say that she rarely appeared in the Lu family, mainly because her husband, who was the youngest son of Old Man Lu, died early on due to illness while serving in the army. She became a widow and did not have any children, so there was no need for her to frequently visit her husband's family.

  The woman's name is Yang Le'er.

  She did not remarry and had a daughter who died prematurely, which happened after her husband's death, so she didn't even mention it to the Lu family.

  Now suddenly bringing up old matters, it's said that the little girl actually didn't die, but was taken away by someone. This year, she's just eighteen years old and at a wonderful age to get engaged.

  "Now that Eldest Uncle has personally said I'm not biased and don't think of myself, you all say, shouldn't we bring up this marriage proposal to the Yao family?" Yang Le'er lightly tapped her teacup, wanting a few people to express their opinions on the spot.

  "Is this really a child of the Lu family?" Lu Jun's icy voice cut in.

  "Of course." Yang Le'er raised an eyebrow, her eyes gazing at Jun Ye's cold face with a hint of a smile, "I'm saying, Lu Jun, you're related to me by blood and marriage, do you have the nerve to speak to your elder like that?"

  Yang Le'er is also Mrs. Lu's cousin and shares the same surname Yang.

  Lu Jun coldly said, extremely politely bowing to her: "I'm afraid Auntie has been deceived."

  "This is nothing to worry about. Like you finding Cui Cui, three or four times finding people for identification, it's not enough to do it at home, but also need to find people abroad. It's all parental love, who wants to admit that the child is not their own. I did three paternity tests here, because my husband passed away and couldn't be compared, so I had to compare with my sample. The results are all here, 100% match." The delicate fingers opened the pearl clasp on her handbag, pulled out three copies of the report, and handed them over to the old man's attendant for him to look at.

  Lu Lao didn't look up, as if all his worries were on the chessboard. His two hands were carefully considering the pieces, one piece rubbing against another, making a clicking sound. The old man's eyes, which were not easily noticeable, rose slightly, and a ray of light shot over, causing Yao Ziye's heart to sink.

  Several copies of the report were placed in front of Commander Lu, who didn't want to look at them either and threw them to his son.

  Lu Jun was about to throw them into the trash can.

  "Look, you're saying I'm being too cautious and neglecting Nangnang, aren't you?" Yang Le'er exclaimed, as if she had grasped their handle.

  Yao Ziye knew it was time for him to shine.

  "Grandpa Lu. Commander Lu."

  He didn't call out, but everyone in the room knew he had arrived.

  "Sit down." Coughing once to clear his throat, Commander Lu had the duty soldier move a stool over for the old man who didn't seem prepared to give a speech.

  Yao Ziye really sat down next to the stool, with his military cap tucked under his arm, the gentle breeze stroking his beautiful black hair, his narrow and long eyebrows, like a pair of scissors-cut willow leaves, was a handsome and elegant soldier.

  Secretary Yao's son, it is impossible for no one to pay attention to him, especially with Yao Ziyi's handsome and delicate appearance.

  Whenever it comes to Yao Ziye's marriage, everyone says it is because of an arranged marriage.

  "My father received a call like that, and then I told my father, 'I'll come over myself to clarify things, it's fine.'" said Yao Ziyi.

  When Yao Ziye spoke, Old Man Lu's voice finally sounded: "You and our Lu family daughter had an engagement arranged when you were young, the elders said it was settled, but ultimately it's up to you two to choose. Now is a new society, not the old era, parents can't arrange marriages."

  "Yes, I and my father also said so," Yao Ziyi said.

  As the two of them chatted, it seemed like they were going to turn this matter into nothing. Yang Le'er became anxious and tapped on the table, saying: "Grandfather, Colonel Yao, you've misunderstood. My daughter is only eighteen years old, even if we wanted to discuss marriage, Colonel Yao is excellent, but he's not suitable for her age-wise. I'm referring to Colonel Yao's younger brother."

  This sentence made several people in the room stunned.

  Jun Ye's gaze darted towards the door. Yao Ziye only then realized that there were two people with their ears pressed against the door, listening in on this important conversation. One of them was his own younger brother, Yao Zibao, also known as Bao'er.

  When he heard this inexplicable marriage affair being talked about and reaching his own head, Yao Zibao was caught off guard and before he could react, his childhood friend Huaner grabbed his arm.

  "What? Heard someone proposed to you and you're moved?" Lu Huan teased his same-age neighbor brother.

  Yao Zibao scrunched up his nose: "Is she blind or something? I'm not even half as handsome as my brother."

  Yao Zibao wasn't really ugly, he just happened to be in puberty, with acne on his nose and thick glasses on the bridge of his nose.

  "What does this have to do with your brother? The one who's being proposed to is you." said Lu Huan.

  "My brother would have rejected her outright, so why would I want to?!" Yao Zibao said with a brother's pride. "Besides, if I really wanted someone, it would be your sister Nangnang."

  "What does it have to do with my sister?" Mentioning his own sister who never came back, Lu Huan was also a straightforward guy.

  "Because every woman wants to be a young girl, it's clear that your sister is a Miss envied and jealous by many people, she's not beautiful like an immortal, there's no reason."

  Listening to this sentence, Lu Huan remembered the Mianmian who painted at the dinner party that day. At that moment, Mianmian was like a fairy descending from heaven, stunning everyone's eyes.

  Speaking of which, for those playful high school students, they are somewhat curious about what kind of girl Yang Le'er brought to the Lu family that can compare with Manman.

  "Grandfather, if you don't mind, Colonel Yao and Bao'er are both here now. Let me have my daughter come out to meet them." Yang Le'er said.

  Several people in the venue exchanged eye contact with each other.

  "Let's meet too."

  With a slap on the palm, the person waiting beside Yang Le'er immediately ran out and let the girl sitting in the car come out.

  A gust of wind swept through the courtyard, rustling the tips of the grass with a soft whoosh.

  The footsteps that everyone's ears could hear were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, revealing a little girl's panic.

  A pair of plain blue student sneakers, slender and not tall in the long body, a Beijing key high school girls' uniform, two neat braids hanging on the small shoulders, long bangs covering the eyebrows, seemingly slightly flat nose bridge with a pair of semi-black frame glasses, head low, as if about to hang down to the ground.

  Through the fan window, I saw Yao Zibao taking off his glasses and wiping them.

  Lu Huan couldn't help but say: "You and I, we have a bit of a matching appearance."

  "Are you saying she wears glasses?" Yao Zibao glared at him discontentedly.

  The appearance of this girl was indeed a bit beyond the expectations of Lu Siling and others.

  Yang Le'er seemed to say nervously: "Grandfather, Eldest Uncle, you must not mind her. She was taken away by someone since she was a child and has never been to a wealthy family's home, so she is very nervous when meeting strangers."

  "What kind of people are her foster parents?" Commander Lu asked. The simple appearance of the girl in front of him made it impossible to find any fault with her.

  "My daughter has had a really tough life. She was picked up by an old lady who didn't have any children or grandchildren, but fortunately the old lady lived in the city and her life wasn't too bad, so she took good care of my daughter. Her grades were pretty good." Yang Le'er said while wiping away tears with a tissue, "So when I finally got her back, I heard that all she liked to do was study, so no matter what, I tried every way to get her into a good school and fulfill her wishes."

  A poor girl who loves learning, and there's nothing wrong with her.

  There's always something that makes you feel like something is off.

  Cold eyes, in the eyes hidden under those glasses, trying to grasp some elusive signs.

  "Mom..."

  Mixed with a thick nasal tone, no one can hear what the real voice sounds like, maybe it's just a heavy accent.

  "Look at you, scared. What's there to be afraid of? They're all your father's relatives." One hand pulled the girl over, Yang Le'er carefully introduced each one, "This is your grandfather, your uncle, your cousin Lu Jun. And this is neighbor Big Brother Yao."

  When she met Old Man Lu's gaze, the girl suddenly lowered her head: "Grandpa is well."

  Then, went to Lu's commander, without lifting his head: "Hello, Uncle. Hello, Brother."

  It stops here.

  Yang Le'er reminded her: "There's also Big Brother Yao."

  His stiff body turned around and bowed slightly towards Yao Ziye: "Hello, Big Brother Yao."

  His waist is bent and seems like it can't straighten up anymore.

  Yang Le'er smiled and pulled her back: "Look at President Yao, how handsome he is. Which girl can see him without falling in love?"

  Is it just because of this?

  His slender eyebrows rose, and Yao Ziye's smiling eyes gleamed with a sharp little knife: "I think this girl is quite obedient. If she really is the daughter of the Lu family, I will bring it up with Father."

  This remark pleased Yang Le'er very much, and she stood up and said to the old man: "Grandpa, you've said it all. This is a matter for young people themselves, Colonel Yao thinks it's fine, I think Bao'er might take a liking to him."

  "If it's like that, I won't stop you either." Lao Lu said aloud.

  "Let's go, Juanjuan, and say goodbye to the elders." With these words, Yang Le'er took her daughter and left.

  The girl followed behind Yang Le'er, as if she might trip at any step.

  In memory, I couldn't find anyone similar at all.

  "What do you think?" After they left, Old Lu put the chess pieces in the positions he had thought of and asked.

  Lu Siling propped up his chin: "If it's really Young Master's posthumous child, we certainly can't ignore him."

  The question is, is it, or isn't it.

  This is too coincidental, a daughter who couldn't be found for many years or perhaps didn't have the heart to find, suddenly appeared when Nangnang was found.

  The sharp eyes swept over the two silent young men, and the old man returned his head to the chessboard, saying: "If you don't make a move, I win."

  Lu Siling hurried back to the chessboard.

  ……

  As the car left the barracks, looking at those iron forest green military shadows disappearing from view, Wen Xuan felt that all her sweat had poured out, soaking through her clothes.

  Yang Le'er's slender hand rested on her shoulder: "Not bad. Remember, from now on, keep pretending to be crazy and silly."

  "I know." Taking two deep breaths, it's actually okay to face Commander Lu, the main problem is Jun Ye, because she has seen him more than once, and those cold eyes always make her shiver, making her want to clench her fists and fight back.

  There is also Yao Ziye, whose heart is pounding and about to jump out of his mouth.

  I heard Wen Haosheng say before that there was a beautiful man who was as beautiful as an immortal, and even the immortals would be moved by his beauty.

  Name - Yao Ziyi.

  It seems that she can sense her distraction, Yang Le'er hums: "I warn you, Yao Zibao, you can get close, but Yao Ziyuan, the farther away you are, the better. Your family's Wen Mingzhu is a fool, and she fell into Yao Ziyuan's hands. This person looks like a peach blossom, but he's sinister and cunning, and all women fall into his hands."

  "Don't worry about this. What I want is not a man, but a lot of money and a status that no one dares to mock again!"

  Listening to her iron-clad oath, Yang Le'er let out three "heh" laughs, pulled out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped away the big beads of sweat on her forehead: "You're just like me, I was just like you back then, consumed by jealousy towards my sister, so no matter what, I had to marry into the same family as her. Although my husband died young, it didn't matter to me anyway, I wasn't after a man in the first place. Every time I saw my sister frantically searching for her daughter, I felt delighted to death."

  Looking at the woman in front of her who smiled beautifully and mysteriously, beads of cold sweat fell from her dry forehead.

  "So, you'd better not be stupid, and don't think about any deep sisterly love. You should know that at the critical moment, the one who will kick you is your own sister."

  A sentence flashed through my mind: I won't give you a single penny!

  Her dream of entering the Central Academy of Fine Arts almost died in the womb because of Mianmian's words.

  "I know her type, my sister is just like that." Her eyes sparkled with intense hatred.

  "Alright. And remember, don't go back to your parents, it'll be exposed."

  Her face, after a moment of swift hesitation, lowered: "I won't go back."

  Yang Le'er, with a hint of hesitation flashing across her lowered face, and a cold light lingering at the corner of her mouth.

  ……

  The gallery has been welcoming batch after batch of visitors in recent days, all brought by the Mid-Autumn Festival.

  Manman and others were busy with their heads in a mess.

  Today, I settled the account and counted the numbers for the beginning of summer. I discussed with Manman: "I've planned with your brother, after selling these works, we'll have basic funds, and plan to take on a public welfare advertising project to make you famous. In this way, our gallery can officially establish itself in Beijing."

  Manman wanted to help with all her heart, but was afraid she wouldn't be able: "Take on a project, we've never tried it before, will we succeed?"

  "It's actually like this." Chu Xia said quietly to her, "The person who partnered with your senior brother in this gallery is a small boss of an advertising company. He received a 6 million yuan bidding project from the Beijing Municipal Government for domestic public bidding, but suddenly couldn't find a suitable designer. Your senior brother mentioned you to him, and we want to make this money and expand your reputation. We agreed that if things go well, we'll split it 50/50, and the designer's name must be yours."

  Before that, she and Chunxia were both working in an advertising company, so they are not unfamiliar with bidding for advertisements. The problem is that she and Chunxia have always been assistants in this aspect, and have never been the main characters.

  "Design this piece, I've always thought you have the spirit. Your brother and I both think you're capable." Patting her shoulder, Chu Xia had settled the matter.

  Since it's already been decided, Mei Mei thought about the gallery and couldn't refuse.

  Six million, one tenth, three hundred thousand, money.

  Manman thought that if she could get tens of millions out of the 30 million, she would be able to start thinking about how to find a house in Beijing for her father's down payment.

  But this matter must be kept confidential and cannot be told to her husband, otherwise he will worry that she will exhaust herself and want to use his own money to support her.

  Tens of thousands, it would be her husband's savings for many years, and Manman couldn't bear to spend it.

  "Creeping."

  Just as he was lost in thought, Wen Shixuan walked into the doorway that was about to close.

  "Uncle, you're here." Chū Xiā busy giving Wēn Shìxuān a chair to sit.

  Wen Shi Xuan was idle in Beijing and couldn't bear it, through his daughter's connections, he occasionally ran errands for friends like Du Yu and others, delivering things to clients and earning some small income.

  "Dad, how did you come? Didn't Brother Shi say that you took the afternoon off to see Mom and Yuanyuan today?" asked Manman as she poured a cup of tea for her father.

  "I brought a basket of apples over, thinking Yanyan would like to eat them, but your mom swept them all out with a broom." Wen Shixuan said helplessly, and simply handed the big bag of apples in his hand over to Chuxia.

  There is no daughter who does not love, Wen Shi Xuan this father, actually treats the two daughters fairly, without being partial to any one of them.

  Ke Yunyuan always thought he was biased.

  Knowing it's hard for Father, Mianmian squats down and gives Father a leg massage.

  Wen Shi Xuan hurriedly stopped her: "I didn't work this afternoon, unlike you who have been tired all day."

  "Dad, is there anything else?" asked Manman, supporting her large glasses.

  It was just that Yu Ruo was driven away by Xu Yu'e with a broom, and it wasn't enough to make Wen Shi Xuan humiliated to the point of running to her to vent his grievances. Wen Shi Xuan was used to being beaten by his wife and was very tolerant.

  After the early summer walked away, Wen Shixuan dared to say to his eldest daughter: "I think your mother is a bit off this time."

  "What did you say?"

  "When mentioning Yuanyuan, her eyes turned red like peaches, and I thought something bad had happened to Yuanyuan. But she kept saying it wasn't, telling me not to care about Yuanyuan for the rest of my life. What's going on?!" Slapping his thigh, pinching his pants, Wen Shixuan was tangled in his mind, furrowed his brow and sighed.

  Manman also felt that Xu Yujiao's reaction was quite strange.

  "Dad went there, but only saw Mom and didn't see Yuanyuan?"

  "I wanted to go in, but your mom wouldn't let me. I don't know if Yanyan is locked in her room and still angry with me, not seeing me." When it comes to his little daughter, Wen Shixuan knows that she is angry about something, takes out the deposit book from his pocket, "Originally this afternoon, I went there to tell her mom and Yanyan that for Yanyan's school fees, I have thought of a way."

  It seems that Father is planning to give all his life savings to Yuanyuan.

  "Dad—" Manman wasn't being greedy for the money, she just felt that her sister shouldn't be making things difficult for their father. "You can't not leave some money for yourself," she said. "As for Yuanyuan, she'll come around. You're still her dad."

  "Wealth is nothing to me, Dad just wants you two to be good." Wen Shixuan said, clenching his fists, "Dad still has the strength now and can make a living for you two."

  Manman couldn't say anything more and turned around to ask Chunxia: "How much money have my paintings sold for in the past few days? Can you give me some of it?"

  Chu Xia actually heard the conversation between the father and daughter on one side, knowing that Manman wanted to take money, not for Yuanyuan, but for Wen Shixuan. So she opened the drawer, wrapped several bundles of cash in a black bag, handed it to her best friend, and sighed: "You've been painting for a long time, save some."

  Wen Shi Xuan naturally didn't want to accept this money from his eldest daughter when he heard that it was like this at the beginning of summer.

  She counted the money carefully, and on one side of it was a written agreement that said: "This money is not given to Yuanyuan for free, but borrowed to Yuanyuan. Didn't she say she wanted to make a lot of money? Wait until she makes a lot of money and then return it to me. She signed the agreement before taking the money.

  The two sums of money added together are almost enough for Wen Huan's transfer fees, and if Xu Yuer has some savings, they can just make it.

  Wen Shi Xuan happily took the money and went to find his wife again.

  "Ah!" Early summer couldn't help but pick up her finger and poke Dang's forehead.

  "I can't let my dad exhaust himself to death because of her, can I?" Mianmian furrowed her brow. She knew that severing the relationship between her father and Yuanyuan was just as impossible as others trying to sever the relationship between her and her father.

  And besides, with Yuanyuan's personality, she probably wouldn't give up on Central Academy of Fine Arts even if death was staring her in the face.

  He let out a deep sigh.

  It just so happened that it was the night before the weekend, Jiang Yan left school early to go home for the weekend and came to the gallery to pick up his wife.

  As I entered the door, I heard the two of them sighing and asked what was wrong.

  Manman gave Chuxia a look, and Chuxia omitted the fact that Manman had borrowed money from her. Instead, she mentioned that Wen Shixuan went to visit Xu Yuer's mother and daughter, but was chased away by his wife with a broom.

  "A wife like this, don't marry another one —" Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Dashao was glared at by his wife and shut his mouth.

  No matter what, no child wishes for their parents to divorce.

  However, Xu Yujiao should be ignored for a while.

  The eyebrows were locked again, and then answered the phone call from her father.

  "What's going on, Manman?" Wen Shixuan's panicked voice came from the phone, "I just ran into a neighbor on the stairs because your mom wasn't around. They said that Yuanyuan hasn't been home for many days already, since she left with a middle-aged man that day. Do you think she's gone crazy? She actually followed a man who could be her father..."

  "Dad, don't worry. Like this, you come back to me first, and then we'll discuss it."

  "What did she say?" Both Jiang Dashao and Chuxia asked after she hung up the phone.

  "It's been said that Wenyuan hasn't been seen for several days, and she followed a middle-aged man away." Manman thought that if her younger sister Wenyan really did something so humiliating, when she caught up with her, she would have to use a feather duster to beat her until her skin was blistered.

  Before long, Wen Shixuan rushed in from the door of the painting gallery, sweating profusely and said: "I saw your mother today being found by me, I don't know where she would hide, it's so late and she hasn't returned home to cook, which is not like her temperament."

  Xu Yujiao's nature is that if there is no one at home cooking, she will return home to cook even if it's very late.

  Four people sat in the small living room of the painting gallery, deep in thought.

  Yuan's phone is out of service. Xu Yujiao doesn't have a mobile phone.

  When Wen Shi Xuan was at a loss for what to do, he said he was going to the bathroom. Everyone could hear very faint sobbing sounds coming from inside the bathroom.

  This man is afraid of his wife, has no ability, but indeed loves his wife and children.

  Jiang Dashao suddenly understood what his wife had learned from Wen Shixuan: a man's unhesitating responsibility and love for marriage.

  "I'll get my friend at the Public Security Bureau to go and persuade your father not to think too much. Beijing is where national leaders live, if some unexpected event happens, the impact will be terrible." Jiang Dashao rubbed his wife's shoulder, giving her confidence.

  Manman always felt that this matter was not so serious, and first of all, let's make sure father is at ease, Yuanyuan is no longer a middle-aged man.

  Pick up a brush and draw a figure on a white paper.

  Wen Shitong's recent photo, I was lucky enough to see it once on Wen Haixue's mobile phone.

  Wen Shixuan came out, holding the painting paper, and was driven by Lao Gong to hurry to Xu Yu'e and Yuan's residence, and asked the neighbor he met again.

  "Yes, it's this man!" The neighbor nodded vigorously and immediately added, "This painting is really like him."

  Sketching portraits is just a basic project for art school students to learn painting, but having such good memory, being able to draw it out immediately after seeing it once, this kind of talent is not something ordinary people have.

  Manman is now focusing on Yuanyuan's followers and can confirm that it is Wen Shitong.

  It turned out that the little girl had followed her cousin, probably because her cousin was willing to support his niece's education. Wen Shixuan couldn't help but think of it in a positive light again.

  Man Man and Jiang Da Shao didn't dare discuss the issue until they had sent Wen Shi Xuan back to his residence after he had calmed down.

  "You're really something, Uncle. I've never met Wen Shitong before, but judging from the way Wen Mingzhu is, it's clear that he can't be a good person if he can raise a daughter like that."

  "But what do you think he took Yuyun away for?" A faint hint of deep thought floated across Manman's eyebrows.

  Wen Yu was just a high school student, her parents had no money and no power, and there was nothing on her that could bring benefits to Wen Shi Tong.

  His long eyebrows revealed a hint of sternness, his deep and shiny eyes gazing forward like a street lamp. He reached out with one hand and pulled his wife's small head onto his broad shoulder, his voice soft yet firm: "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll be here for you. Even if the sky falls down, I'll hold it up for you."

  ……

  The next day, early in the morning, Wen Shixuan ran to find his wife and daughter again, this time directly finding them at Wen Shitong's place.

  Wen Shi Tong personally received the old man, smiling and saying: "Old brother, your wife and daughter accompanied my daughter Wen Mingzhu to travel outside and relax, what's there to worry about?"

  "Run, run go traveling?" To this completely unexpected answer, Wen Shixuan stuttered and continued.

  "Uh-huh. Of course, you just said that Manman and you have already prepared the money for Yuanyuan's matter. When Yuanyuan comes back, I will talk to her about it. I believe she will... forgive... you... both." Wen Shitong spoke his last sentence, intentionally or unintentionally enunciating each word for Wen Shixuan to hear.

  Wen Shi Xuan didn't hear anything impressive and said: "Thanks then. When they get back, in a good mood, be sure to contact me."

  "Alright, no problem." The fatty on his face piled up in a smile as Wen Shi Tong sent this honest and reliable big brother out the door.

  The door closed, and Wen Shitong smiled and rubbed his palms together. He had indeed deliberately told Wen Huan, who was Yang Le'er's daughter, what Wen Shixuan had said.

  Does Manman want to lend her money for tuition?

  Is she now the precious daughter of the Lu family?

  Would you be stingy with this little bit of money?

  Boom!

  The phone fell on the phone holder.

  Back in the room, the spacious space is ten times larger than her original small attic. There's a pink princess bed and dresser, with closets full of beautiful clothes inside.

  What delighted her most was that next door was a painting studio, where the price of a set of paints was all in the thousands.

  Yang Le'er promised her that she would find a teacher from the Central Academy of Fine Arts to tutor her every day after class.

  She doesn't believe it, she can't beat her sister. She wants to be someone that Manman can only look up to.