"I think in the future, the times we spend New Year with Little will become fewer and fewer," Ge Liutao sighed while sewing a small piece of clothing.
Chiang Songhai couldnât help but sigh, too.
"Yeah, I never thought sheâd get married so early. After marriage, of course, she spends New Year at her in-lawsâ place."
No matter how you think about it, it just feels empty inside.
"Xinian is a good kid; he will surely treat Little well."
"Thatâs true."
As they chatted, Ge Liutao couldnât help but become pensive for a moment. Then she looked at Chiang Songhai, "Uncle Hai, do you think we shouldnât tell... Zhuzhu about Littleâs marriage?"
Hearing her suddenly mention this name, Chiang Songhai felt a bit of a jolt inside.
"Of course not. You know, Little would rather pretend she has no mother like that."
"Sigh, I know, I just feel that this is the only major event in Littleâs life. How nice it would be if her real mother could be there. How could Zhuzhu be so disappointing?"
She lamented for a while, and inevitably her mood fell a bit.
After all, itâs not true to say she doesnât care about the daughter she carried for ten months and raised to such an age.
"You know, if Littleâs dad could forgive Zhuzhu, they, as a family of three, could be complete, how wonderful that would be."
How wonderful that would be.
How wonderful that would be.
Everyone knows a reunion ending is good, but life is just like that, seldom going as you wish.
"Donât brood over this anymore. Whatâs the use of getting caught up in it again? Iâve told you many times, just let it go. Zhuzhu has her fate, let her be."
At least, sheâs still alive, isnât she?
"But itâs not like you can just stop thinking about it," Ge Liutao deeply sighed, "I donât even know how sheâs doing now."
This New Year is not very pleasant for many people.
Kuang Kanzhi rushed back to the Capital immediately after coming out of that study conference.
He almost went crazy being cooped up there.
Although there was a report in the cityâs newspaper about that place, it was far from his expectation.
It didnât raise his profile much at all.
What use is a city newspaper from such a small place?
Moreover, the photo on the newspaper wasnât just of him; it was a group photo of six people.
Anyway, he already regretted it.
It felt like he was in prison.
During this time, he hadnât even touched a womanâs hand, which made him very restless.
But now, thinking about how he could hold Chen Zhu, such a soft, delicate woman, warm and lovely, tossing and turning when he returns to the Capital, he felt his blood boiling.
Tonight, he must have her several times.
Just the thought of Chen Zhu whimpering for mercy beneath him made Kuang Kanzhi feel overwhelmed.
At this moment, he wasnât thinking of his wife, nor his daughter.
All he could think of was the body of such a beautiful woman as Chen Zhu.
Being infatuated with Chen Zhuâs beauty was one thing, but also, at his age, to still make a woman cry and beg for mercy greatly satisfied him.
It made him feel young, still able to showcase his prowess.
For men, this is an addictive thing.
When he rushed home eagerly, every household had already put up Spring Festival couplets outside.
The festivity of the New Year was wafting all around.
But when Kuang Kanzhi saw the big lock on his homeâs front door, he couldnât hold his luggage steady and it fell to the ground.
Whatâs going on?
Where is everyone?