Xie Qian accompanied Zou Weijun for a walk in the family compound. At the same time, Xie Tang was also having dinner with her parents.
Because Xie Yaping was busy with work, dinner time at Xie Tang’s home was always later than others.
Several dishes were placed on the table. Among them, Xie Yaping picked up two extra pieces from a plate of red sausage, saying this red sausage was better than the ones he had eaten before.
Hou Zhixiu was surprised. “You rarely praise any dish as delicious. It’s rare that this red sausage suits your taste.”
Xie Yaping indeed did not care much about what food he ate. People like him had their minds full of work, completely un picky about the taste of meals. As long as it could fill the stomach, it was fine.
Occasionally finding something tasty must be related to the flavours from his youth.
When Xie Yaping was young, Old Madam Xie was a widow raising four sons. Although the Xie family did not go hungry, it was indeed not as well-off as other dual-income families. The uniquely flavoured red sausage was once Xie Yaping’s favourite food. After accidentally eating it once at a classmate’s home, he could not forget it for many years.
Later, when the family conditions improved and they could afford red sausage casually, Xie Yaping felt it no longer tasted the same.
Today’s red sausage had a unique flavour, somewhat like the taste in Xie Yaping’s memory, making him unable to resist picking up two extra pieces.
Xie Yaping mentioned this anecdote from his youth. Hou Zhixiu was amused. “That’s quite a coincidence. Do you know who sent this red sausage? It was Zhijun. The classmate you mentioned couldn’t be Zhijun’s brother, could it!”
Xie Yaping thought seriously for a moment and then laughed. “It really was at his home.”
Xie Tang originally also felt tonight’s red sausage was very fragrant. Upon hearing that this red sausage was sent by “Zhijun”, Xie Tang instantly lost her appetite.
A heavy stone pressed on her heart, making Xie Tang feel stuffy in her chest.
Many people wanted to send things to the home. Xie Tang knew her mother Hou Zhixiu would not accept them. The fact that Zhijun’s sent red sausage could be placed on the dinner table showed that Uncle Zhijun and the Xie family were indeed very close.
Sigh, this matter is really tricky.
Was it Aunt Tai who got it wrong, or Xie Qian who guessed wrong?
After all, Aunt Tai did not say Uncle Zhijun’s name outright. But Xie Qian is so smart. With Aunt Tai saying it like that, how could Xie Qian guess wrong!
Tai Jing had no need to lie.
The Tai family and the Xie family, and Uncle Zhijun’s family, had no conflicts at all.
This originally had nothing to do with Tai Jing. It was Xie Tang and Peng Guojing who took the initiative to find Tai Jing, pestering her to ask about the past. It was also Xie Qian who blocked Tai Jing in the coffee shop, forcing her to speak.
If Xie Tang and Xie Qian were not particular in handling things, taking the information provided by Tai Jing to confront Uncle Zhijun, Tai Jing making up this rumour would offend two families at once!
After dinner, Xie Tang went upstairs. There were several messages on her phone, all from Peng Guojing.
Peng Guojing asked Xie Tang about the progress.
Xie Tang thought about it and replied to Peng Guojing. “Xie Qian already knows about this matter. From now on, he will take over. We two should not interfere. Xie Qian is very grateful for your concern for him. He is also very concerned about you getting into a 211 university in Modu.”
Concerned?
What kind of concern… could it be sending more test papers after the winter break?
Peng Guojing called immediately. Xie Tang could hear his voice trembling. “Xie Qian is already very concerned about me. No need for more concern. He has spoken to let me not interfere. I definitely will not interfere. I need to focus on preparing for the university entrance exam!”
Wuwuwu.
Is Xie Qian thinking I am too idle, so he wants to add some burden to me?
Peng Guojing really wanted to accept Xie Qian’s good intentions, but his learning machine was already running at overload. Adding more burden would definitely make it fall apart!
Upon hearing Peng Guojing’s tone, Xie Tang pondered that this little green hair was scared. Very satisfied, she encouraged the little green hair. “I think with your current momentum, you can get into a 211 university in Modu. Alright, study when you should. Do your own things well. Leave the rest to Xie Qian to handle.”
What else could Peng Guojing say? He now did not care at all what Aunt Tai said. He wished he could cling tightly to Xie Tang’s thigh as a pendant, whining and asking “Sister Tang” to definitely cover him, this little brother.
Xie Tang felt Peng green hair was like a child. She teased him a few sentences before hanging up the phone.
Her mood was no longer so heavy. Xie Tang told Xie Qian about the “red sausage incident” at the dinner table.
“Before there is evidence, you really cannot make this matter big. Uncle Zhijun and our family indeed have a good relationship!”
Xie Tang’s reminder was exactly the same as Zou Weijun’s.
Xie Qian indicated he knew.
“I will first get the identification samples.”
Xie Qian decided to see the identification results before deciding what to do. Xie Tang breathed a sigh of relief. “This is the best. Before it is investigated clearly, it is the secret we must guard to the death!”
A secret to guard to the death?
Then cannot tell the hamster.
Actually, telling the hamster now is useless. The hamster cannot get the test samples for paternity identification.
Even if to tell, have to wait until this winter break is over.
Xie Qian hoped Wen Ying could have a happy new year.
Even if it is to meddle in Deng Juan’s family affairs, it is better than hearing those rotten things about his dad. Such a chaotic circle, ordinary people hearing it would dirty their ears.
…
With the approach of Spring Festival, it did not make Wen Ying leisurely.
Others have holidays. Wen Ying has no holiday.
Teacher little Qin’s classes, Wen Ying cannot miss.
After discussing with Yuan Fenghui, Ding chief editor of Modu Literature and Art Publishing House decided to arrange “Xun Yong” to be listed in mid-February. Wen Ying took 5 million advance payment from Modu Literature and Art Publishing House. She must cooperate with their promotion.
Online momentum building is necessary.
Traditional commentary circles must also be considered.
“Xun Yong” has not been published yet. Yuan Fenghui sent the fine-proofed version to old Fu’s home. This time sending the book, Yuan Fenghui grabbed Wen Ying to go together. The two brought some Rongcheng specialties. One to send the book, two to pay old Fu an early new year visit.
Old Fu was very surprised, also very happy.
Asked about Wen Ying’s creation, more concerned about Wen Ying’s studies.
“Little Wen, life is very long. You need to distinguish what to do at what stage. Of course it is good to focus only on creation, but if really focus only on creation, you cannot write anything.”
Creation needs life support. Without life, what is there to write?
Old Fu has always disapproved of the behaviour of sacrificing one’s life to literature.
Wen Ying listened and nodded repeatedly.
Face-to-face communication and phone contact indeed feel different.
After leaving old Fu’s home, Yuan Fenghui poked Wen Ying’s forehead with her finger.
“Phone contact cannot be broken, but phone after all has a sense of distance. Old Fu thinks so highly of you, multiple times maintaining you and speaking for you… If I were you, even if both legs are broken, sitting in a wheelchair I would visit old Fu every year!”
Wen Ying expressed grievance.
Doesn’t lawyer Wen understand these worldly wisdoms?
It is this high school student lawyer Wen, for more than two years not free, within Rongcheng range activities are fine, leaving Rongcheng needs to report to parents.
Previously because of Tianjiao’s business, when Wen Ying needed to go out, she let old Wen take the blame. Once the times increase, the blame is already heavy to the point old Wen cannot carry… However, recently the situation has changed. Manager Chen became easy to communicate with. Old Wen that plastic father also sprouted fatherly love towards Wen Ying. The couple both accepted the fact that Wen Ying will continue on the writing path. Behaviours like visiting old Fu related to the writing career are no longer considered by Chen Ru as “not doing proper work”.
