Chapter 328

Chapter 328

Qi Yingying looked at Wang Qinghe tenderly, her tone filled with regret. "Before I found you, Qinghe, I dreamed every night about cooking a meal for you. I dreamed about hearing you call me 'Mom.' I dreamed about how wonderful it would be if you were by your parents' side.

My child, you've had such a hard life.

If it weren’t for your uncle..."

"Yingying!" He Zhifei noticed that his wife seemed to be stirring up trouble again.

"What? Can't I even talk to my own son now?" Qi Yingying, with red eyes, shot back at He Zhifei.

Her words left He Zhifei speechless.

He hoped Qinghe wouldn’t resent his uncle, but...

If he were honest, even he resented his younger brother.

If He Youde weren't his own flesh and blood, he wouldn't have let things slide like this.

Wang Qinghe remained unmoved, watching their performance calmly.

No matter how much they tried to smooth things over, the truth was that He Youde was living without a care, and even his two children were able to stay in the He family as if nothing had happened.

This was the reality, no matter what they said.

If he had been hoping for a reunion with his real parents, he might have felt devastated.

"Qinghe, you..." He Zhifei wanted to explain things to his younger brother.

Wang Qinghe said nothing, ate some food, and then spoke to the both of them. "You cook very well. I've never eaten like this before, but it's enough that I can eat it from now on."

"Yes, yes, yes." He Zhifei nodded repeatedly. How could anyone be so understanding?

Qi Yingying couldn’t help feeling frustrated. Was her eldest son really that naive?

He should have caused a scene, and then she could have used that as an excuse to kick out He Huihui and He Tian without anyone questioning it.

But instead, he wasn’t fighting for anything.

Didn’t he feel any resentment?

After her plan failed, Qi Yingying sulked and went back to eating.

After dinner, He Zhifei still wanted to hear more about his son’s past, but he was turned down.

"Xiuxiu and I need to go back to rest. We have to work early tomorrow. Can we talk about this another time?" Wang Qinghe's attitude was firm, and as he spoke, he was already leading her out.

"Then how about tomorrow? Will you come back for dinner tomorrow?" He Zhifei asked hurriedly.

Wang Qinghe glanced at his wife.

Bai Xiuxiu still wanted to come, after all, there would probably be quite a scene tomorrow.

She gave him a knowing look.

"Alright, we'll come back to see you tomorrow."

After they left, He Zhifei’s smile didn’t fade.

That kid sure knows how to be polite.

He Ming, who had just finished the last steamed bun, glanced at his father, who was still grinning foolishly, and shot him a cold look, "Dad, Big Brother still hasn’t called you ‘Dad’ once."

He Zhifei’s smile faded.

He thought back carefully—his eldest son hadn’t called him ‘Dad’ since they met.

His heart sank like a stone.

Big Brother was a good man—calm, hardworking, and responsible. He had started his own family and even had two kids.

By the way, those two kids are your grandchildren.

Why didn’t the kids come by today?

"Dad, I think Big Brother still hasn’t forgiven you. If I were him, I wouldn’t forgive you either. You can’t have it both ways." After finishing his steamed bun, He Ming was about to run off as soon as he finished speaking.

"Stand right there, you brat."

Enraged, He Zhifei grabbed He Ming and started beating him again.

"I told you not to stick your nose in my business! Today I..."

"Dad, you can’t stop me from speaking the truth, can you? You’re trying to protect Third Uncle while also taking care of He Tian and Huihui. It’s only natural that Big Brother doesn’t like you.

I didn’t do anything wrong, you can’t hit me."

He Ming struggled and quickly ran into the house.

Qi Yingying was cleaning up the dishes and hearing her son’s words, she was overjoyed.

It’s still He Ming who’s reliable, this is exactly right.

He Zhifei could no longer be happy, and He Tian, who was just about to return to his room, felt a sense of alertness.

He decided not to go back and quickly came over to sit down, "Uncle, I know me and Huihui have caused you trouble. I... I’m useless and still relying on the family.

My dad... I know you’re doing all of this for me.

If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have to make things difficult for Big Brother.

He’s your real son, after all."

He Tian’s words made He Zhifei’s heart ache.

All these years, he had raised He Tian like his own son. In the early years, when his two foolish sons weren’t up to par, he had treated He Tian as if he were his own.

He had poured all his affection into him over the years, and it was impossible to take it back now.

There was more guilt towards his eldest son.

Now seeing He Tian so aggrieved, He Zhifei couldn’t care about anything else, "Don’t worry, I’m fine. Your Big Brother isn’t that kind of person, and I will slowly make it up to him.

We’re family, we can get past anything."

He Tian nodded and began to talk to He Zhifei about his childhood again.

He was raised by his eldest uncle as a child, and whenever he brought up the past, it always made his uncle treat him with more respect.

After leaving the He family’s place, Wang Qinghe and Bai Xiuxiu rushed home.

Bai Xiuxiu sat on the back seat of his bicycle, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Qinghe, no matter what they do, we’re just here to watch the drama. We’re here for the benefits, not to get emotionally involved."

"In my heart, there’s only you and the kids. Don’t worry, Xiuxiu. I’m not concerned about them."

Wang Qinghe’s eyes softened with tenderness.

Xiuxiu was talking about how, whenever the family argued, he felt like an outsider.

He was indeed an outsider to the He family.

From the moment they chose He Youde and abandoned him, causing him grievances, he had no relationship with this family anymore.

It was the Old Wang family and the He family who owed him, not the other way around.

He just needed to wait a bit longer before the net was cast in the hometown. He wondered how many members of the Wang family would be caught.

It wasn’t long before the two arrived home.

Inside the house, Wei Pozi was helping the kids wash up. When she saw them come in, she smiled and said, "Did you eat enough? I saved some food for you in the pot.

This morning, I bought some tofu and soaked some dried shrimp to make a shrimp tofu soup."

"Let’s have some more!" Bai Xiuxiu, who loved this dish, eagerly asked for more upon hearing it.

Hearing this, Wang Qinghe also joined her for another round.

The two were enjoying their meal.

Meanwhile, in the Wang Family in the county, things were less appetizing.

The family sat at the table, barely able to choke down the pickles and corn cakes.

Since getting involved in the black market, the family had been living comfortably—until now.

But after Fifth Brother’s Wife came back the other night and mentioned how much it would cost to take over those businesses, the old man refused to cough up the cash.

The household became deadlocked.

The meals turned into this.

As she ate, Zhao Cuihua thought about how she could reach out to her sister-in-law in the provincial city and pass along some information.

There was quite a commotion at home!

Zhou Jiaojiao stared at her father-in-law and asked, "Dad, can’t you just give us a thousand from the family’s money?"

Wang Shoucheng ate his cake in silence.