Zhou Jiao tightened his hand, furrowing her brow, "No! I’m worried about you getting hurt. The amount of emotion you invest in those nephews and nieces, if they hurt you in the future, you’ll be just as heartbroken."
Zhang Guoqing teased upon hearing, "Is this what they call pillow talk?"
Zhou Jiao couldn’t help but laugh. To be honest, it does have a bit of that flavor.
"Do you think I’m too selfish?"
Zhang Guoqing shook his head. This is the genuine nature that he likes! Why should their family’s possessions be given to outsiders? Doing good deeds can at least provide peace of mind.
Receiving the teacup Zhou Jiao handed over, he took a sip and looked outside, "There aren’t many people in this world who can make me sad anymore. Having Dad’s protective love and you accompanying me throughout my life, these two pure emotions are already enough for me to enjoy a lifetime.
Even if in the future, my parents give up on me for other children, even if my three sons marry and focus on their own families, what does it matter?"
Zhou Jiao looked at him with a mix of heartache and guilt. If she had known, she wouldn’t have pointed out his weak spots—why let him be overly clear-minded? Isn’t it better for people to live a little muddle-headed?
Turning his head and meeting her gaze, Zhang Guoqing was momentarily stunned, his heart’s thousands of words condensed into one: "Silly wife!"
Zhou Jiao crinkled her nose at him, stuck out her tongue, "Silly husband!"
Her deliberate attempt to disrupt the gloomy atmosphere indeed amused Zhang Guoqing.
Seeing the man’s cheerful face, Zhou Jiao rubbed her arm and took the opportunity to suggest heading back to the room. The issue with the nephews from the old home doesn’t need Zhang Guoqing to elaborate; she can guess the general situation.
It’s nothing more than a few nephews and nieces in school connecting with classmates. As for why they haven’t come to Beijing? Once they do, their family will host them; it’s no big deal.
But she’s not planning to discuss this knot further.
Miao Lishan returned from overtime with a piece of news that’s neither good nor bad.
A large group of people cleaned out recently, most of whom are to be sent to rural areas for labor reform. Among them are her old sisters of similar standing.
Of course, Zhou Jiao understands her mom’s definition of similar standing.
"Did you go see them tonight?"
Miao Lishan shot her a glance, "Aren’t you usually quite smart?"
Zhou Jiao smiled noncommittally, "I’m worried about your old friends."
Miao Lishan shook her head, "I say old friends, but it’s not to that extent. I spent years out, what feelings could I have with them? They used to laugh at me. It’s only because your dad returned that they visited, so I couldn’t disagree, and in recent years we’ve stayed in touch."
This wasn’t just Zhou Jiao but even Zhang Guoqing knew. She and her mother both share this trait—no close friends. His wife doesn’t trust people; his mother-in-law once got hurt.
"I used to resent what they did to me, but now I don’t. It’s too pitiful—one of them is five years older than me, heard she got a shaved yin-yang head and was beaten to vomit blood."
Zhou Jiao furrowed her brows, "What’s the reason?"
Miao Lishan shivered suddenly at some thought, "Her husband’s family has a relative across the strait, and she knowingly continued using overseas remittance coupons..."
"Mom!"

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