Mi Xaing 'er placed Tang Xiling on the bed and watched as her eyelids gradually fell asleep. Only then did she stand up and beckoned to Fu Bowen. "Let's go out and talk for a while."
The child nodded sensibly. He first ran to Tang Xiling's side and tucked her in. Only then did he follow Mi Xaing 'er out of the room and stood obediently against the wall. He had a submissive look on his face, but when he occasionally rolled his eyes, he showed a depth beyond his age.
Mi Xaing 'er coughed softly. "May I ask, how did you get to know my mother?"
"Yes."
Fu Bowen blinked his big eyes twice. "When I first entered the shelter, someone snatched my food. I was hungry for a few days. Later, Godmother gave me her cornbread and protected me from being bullied."
He lowered his head slightly and clasped his hands behind his back. There was a sadness in his expression that a child should not have. "I still remember that one time, Wang Mazi wanted to hit me, and Godmother stopped him. That person was so bad that he knocked Godmother's teeth out. Godmother was so anxious that she bit his ear and refused to let go until he begged for mercy. From then on, no one dared to bully us anymore."
Ah …
Mi Xaing 'er felt sad when she heard that. A woman and a child must have suffered a lot to survive in a shelter where good people mixed with bad people.
Although Fu Bowen's voice was soft, his attitude was firm. "Anyway, Godmother has been good to me. A gentleman knows how to repay kindness. No matter where I go, I will not be separated from her. I will repay her."
This child!
A gentleman repaying kindness?
He knew a lot, and his little mouth was quite sweet. The way he spoke and did things was quite rare.
But …
Mi Xaing 'er was in a bit of a dilemma. In that era, to an ordinary family, having one more mouth was a big deal. "What about your biological parents? Why didn't you go back to them?"
"Sis, I don't know where my parents are, and I don't have any relatives who are willing to take me in. I just want to live with all of you. This is my home. Don't worry, I won't be a freeloader. I'll work in the fields and take care of Mom. Anyway, as long as you give me some wild vegetable soup, as long as I don't starve to death, I'll follow all of you for the rest of my life."
That's what you said.
It really made one's heart ache.
Mi Xaing 'er hesitated for a moment and glanced at Yun Jingting.
If this was the 21st century, if she was still the rich young lady who had nothing to worry about, she would have no problem opening an orphanage, let alone taking in a homeless child.
Is there a need to ask permission?
He made the decision in a domineering manner
However
Things are different now.
She wanted to ask for Yun Jingting's opinion.
After all, Yun Laohu had already married her, a daughter-in-law with a "bad background," without any hesitation. Now, he had a mentally ill mother-in-law and a brother-in-law of unknown origins. Not to mention the financial pressure, his political future would also be affected. If it were an ordinary man, he would definitely not agree to this.
Yun Jingting seemed to understand her respect, but he did not say anything arrogantly. He just walked over and patted Fu Bowen's head. "This child is quite sensible. Xiang, in my opinion, let him stay."
"Stay."
"Okay, let him stay." Yun Laohu said straightforwardly. "This boy has no parents and has nowhere to go. It's rare that he hit it off with your mother. Let's not push him away. I'm a big man, it's not a problem to support the few of you."
Mi Xaing 'er's eyes were watery as she looked at him quietly.
Yun Laohu laughed. "What's with that look? Don't look at me like that. I feel uncomfortable all over."
He continued unhurriedly, "Also, your mother just came back. She definitely needs someone to take care of her. I'll sleep with Fu Bowen tonight. You can accompany her. If anything happens in the middle of the night, come and call me."
Mi Xaing 'er was speechless.
This man!
He was simply …
She really could not find fault with him.
She glanced at the place where his hand was burned and saw a few crystal-clear blisters. "Hey, you have to be careful. Don't break it, or it will leave a scar. Come, I'll help you wipe it with wine."
"Hey, why are you wiping it for a small wound?"
Although she said that, Yun Jingting still followed her into the kitchen.
There were only two of them left.
Mi Xaing 'er leaned against the door and lowered her head slightly. Her toes subconsciously rubbed against the door frame. There were some things that she had to say. "Yun Jingting, thank you for helping to find my mother. Also, thank you for coming over to accompany me during such a difficult time."
Yun Laohu smiled. He reached out his large hand and stroked her hair affectionately. "Tsk, silly girl. What's there to thank me for? You're my wife. Your matters are my matters. Why are you still treating me as an outsider?"
People's hearts were made of flesh.
How could Mi Xaing 'er not be touched when she heard this?
A man's greatest love was nothing more than this. He did everything for her without saying a word.
Mi Xaing 'er gazed at him tenderly. She suddenly felt that under his strong and domineering appearance, there was actually a delicate and transparent heart hidden.
She felt a warmth in her chest, and there was a faint ripple of satisfaction.
She turned around and poured out some sorghum red wine. She dipped some cotton in wine and carefully wiped Yun Laohu's scalded area. As she wiped, she gently blew on it to prevent it from hurting him.
Yun Jingting felt an indescribable comfort on his arm.
He lowered his head and looked at her porcelain-white face under the dim yellow light. Her eyelashes were thick, her small mouth was slightly pouted, and there was a "heartache" expression on her face. He could not help but be moved.
With his long legs arched, he slowly bent down and kissed her forehead. He was not in a hurry to enter. He stopped kissing her lightly and hugged Mi Xaing 'er gently in his arms.
She struggled a little, but she was afraid that she would hurt the man's wound, so she simply stood still.
Yun Laohu rubbed his chin against her black hair.
His nose was filled with her sweet scent.
The light was yellow.
The silhouettes of a pair of leaning against each other were reflected on the window.
----- Digression —
People's hearts were made of flesh. Mi Xaing already knew how to respect the tiger's opinion. What about the tiger? He had a mother-in-law and brother-in-law. Why was it so difficult to eat meat? Ahem, the road to happiness was strewn with setbacks.
Speaking of which, it remained to be seen whether these two people were godly assistants or troublemakers.
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