ushernet Chapter 272 My Son Became a Stepfather in This Era (Part 3)
Chapter 272 My Son Became a Stepfather in This Era (Part 3)
I went home when it got dark.
The two members of the Ke family were talking at cross purposes the whole way.
"My aunt is really something else. Don't you think so, brother? It's just that the monkey hair is a bit prickly."
Ke Yushui reminisces about the feel of the little monkey.
“It’s really unusual.”
Ke Shazhu agreed.
"Especially my aunt's Iron Palm technique."
Having learned a little bit of the technique, Ke Shazhu felt full of power and just wanted to quickly compete with the big men.
These "big men" specifically refer to his neighbors.
After seeing the brother and sister off, Wang Ping didn't go home. Instead, she poured out her grievances to the people chatting idly in the open space on the first floor.
Every sentence he uttered mentioned Hu Shuo.
This satisfies those who listen to gossip.
"Hu Shuo, that kid, really inherited his father's traits; his heart is full of love and romance..."
"I heard that Chen Ying's parents-in-law are also treated with filial piety by Hu Shuo..."
"Hu Shuo washes all of Chen Ying's baby's diapers..."
"What a mess I've made! Luckily, my cousin's child is thinking of me..."
Wang Ping truly treated them like family; she was practically inviting her friends to go under Hu Shuo's bed.
However, this also made everyone feel embarrassed to talk too much about Wang Ping's private matters.
When outsiders gossip about Wang Ping, this group of onlookers will unconsciously defend her.
Wang Ping, who lives in the sugar factory's residential building, voluntarily exposed the scandal.
Chen Ying felt that more eyes were being focused on her.
Only after asking did I find out that Hu Shuo's mother was spilling everything.
"Hu Shuo, what does your mother mean?"
It's freezing cold.
Hu Shuo ate a little something and started hand-washing the diapers, planning to finish quickly so he could hug his two stinky boys.
"What's wrong with my mom? She's probably trying to beg us to come back so she can enjoy her retirement. Let's ignore her and wait for her to come begging us before we..."
Chen Ying finally realized that the fake son-in-law was not thinking straight.
"Is this what I meant? Did you know your mother was asking about our family?"
"My mom must envy how loving our family is! She deserves to be envious. She was so heartless back then; now she'll taste what it's like to be heartless..."
Hu Shuo spoke with great pleasure.
It was as if the old mother of the Iron Palm technique was crying her heart out right before my eyes.
I almost tore the diaper to shreds.
Chen Ying felt a surge of anger welling up inside her, but she didn't know who to vent it on. She clenched her fists and punched Hu Shuo until he begged for mercy, unaware that her brother-in-law, who was staring blankly at the twins inside the room, was jealous again.
The younger brother-in-law recounted who Hu Shuo had in his heart.
The more I count, the more jealous I get; the more jealous I get, the more I count.
He stared blankly out the window, hoping that Brother Hu would call his name in his dreams next time, even just once.
...
Wang Ping turned off the bizarre video of Hu Shuo rubbing diapers.
I just finished the work I was doing.
Some workers in the distance were quietly sighing.
"Wang Ping's husband died and her son ran away, but she turned out to be more capable than a machine. Machines need oil and electricity, but she only needs two meals a day."
"So it seems the Hu family isn't good for her?"
"I don't need to worry about men, sons, or grandsons. If it were me, I could be a model worker too!"
For a time, the workshop was filled with the workers' aspirations to become model workers.
Wang Ping, the instigator, was not among them.
Model worker may be a model worker, but he can't miss out on things like slacking off in the toilet. For example, he might take a long detour to the toilets on other floors, or he might encounter a leader and, fearing being flattered, would use that as an excuse to complain about his troubles.
Finally, I also need to go to the factory's labor union to express my feelings.
She would also frequently visit the neighborhood committee office, pretending to care about Hu Shuo's life as a laborer-turned-son, and then expressing her disappointment and frustration...
Over the course of several months...
Several supervisors have come to ask her if she wants to be transferred to another position.
Wang Ping shook her head.
"Don't talk nonsense, boss. I'm doing just fine as a worker, why would I need to be transferred?"
The leader, recalling what the street office director had said, continued speaking.
"Director Zheng has already asked me for more people."
"I... I was just trying to help, I didn't start it..."
"You really don't want to go to the neighborhood committee?"
"No, no, I only want to contribute to the Spring City Sugar Factory!"
Tongzi covered his monkey ears, which were numb from the shock, and transmitted his voice to Wang Ping.
"Look at him, look at him, your boss's mouth is practically stretched to his ears!"
Actually, Wang Ping's mouth wasn't much better either.
However, she turned around quickly, and the leader didn't see anything.
"What do you know? This is the joy of being a heartthrob."
“Baby, wake up. Director Zheng only likes you because you can suppress three grown men by yourself.”
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The workers at the sugar factory were warm and friendly, the leaders were considerate, and the canteen cooks had steady hands. Wang Ping did not reject the life of a female worker.
Subdistrict offices or something.
You can wait until the next life or the life after that to have the chance to go.
...
late at night.
The wall of Bajiao Hutong.
Wang Ping, who had been impersonated, was standing next to Tongzi.
This person really can't take praise.
Having just established her persona, she commissioned Xiao Yi to sculpt her face and then take her place at work for a few days.
Xiao Yi has no problem at all.
With someone covering for her and getting a few days of free time, Wang Ping slept in late during the day and took Tongzi around to watch other people's festivities at night.
Someone poked the beautified version of the little monkey with their finger.
"Sir, hurry up and go be part of the atmosphere-building team."
Tongzi, expressionless, passed the task to Rong Xiaoshu.
"Rongbao, whether today is exciting or not depends on you."
The banyan sapling, unlike its usual "docile" self, gently wrapped its branches around the monkey's body and carried it to the cellar entrance.
Tongzi snorted angrily.
Without hesitation, he nimbly slipped inside and stole the clothes of the widowed old man Zhou and his widowed mother Qian Daniu.
The two men, mouths stuffed up, were engrossed in their business in the cellar, unaware that their shoes, socks, jackets, vests, and shorts were being tossed out one by one by the door.
The neighbor, who had drunk too much, got up in the middle of the night and, in his drowsy state, thought he was dreaming.
He kicked away the clothes that were tripping him.
what.
Didn't kick it away?
If it wasn't kicked away, then it's his.
This neighbor is very good at managing their finances.
He even wanted to taste the dog poop that passed by.
Under the clear moonlight, he couldn't see any women's underwear and vest mixed in with his clothes. He threw them all into the basin, planning to check what he had picked up the next day after he woke up.
Old Zhou was startled by the drunkard's commotion and stopped.
He wanted to take off his clothes and go home, but was entangled by the people behind him.
"Old Zhou, you don't want anyone to know, do you..."
Not satisfied, Qian Daniu was unwilling to let them go. She put her arm around Old Zhou's shoulder, intending to give him something tough.
Old Zhou tried to break free.
But I found that my legs and feet were weak and a little limp, and my stomach was rumbling.
He had no choice but to kneel down.
He tried his best to hug Qian Danu's legs.
There was a cry in his voice.
"Honey, I was wrong. My old bones are really no good..."
Because it was too dark in the cellar, Qian Danu couldn't see the dark circles under Zhou Laotou's eyes and thought that the old man was about to leave after he was done having fun.
How could she, Qian Danu, allow such a thing to happen?
"Oh my god, why didn't they just stay together as a family in their past lives? Why did they have to find Ke Shazhu to take care of them in their old age..."
The monkey's eyes darted around.
"How could I, a ruler, possibly know what you humans are thinking?"
The banyan sapling opened its tree eyes wide and clapped its hands vigorously.
Just for the affectionate middle-aged couple in the cellar.