CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 45: SLICKER THAN A MONKEY WHEN SCHEMING

Song Wei grabbed a towel, sat down next to her, wiped his hands and asked, "Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?"

His voice was teasing.

Wen Wan secretly rolled her eyes. She couldn’t just outright ask if he married her with ulterior motives, could she? She’s the one who got married with a purpose!

She shook her head, indicating it was nothing, that he was just seeing things.

Song Wei hung the towel back, his freshly washed large palms still cool, covering the back of her hand, driving away some of the summer heat on her body, and seamlessly said, "You want to ask about Wen Shun?"

Wen Wan smiled. She could almost figure it out that he was behind the mischief, but she was genuinely curious about how he managed it.

Song Wei didn’t go into details, just vaguely said, "With your stepmother’s personality, if I hadn’t agreed to her back then, she would have thick-skinnedly come around a second time. As for Wen Shun at the town school, don’t worry, I wouldn’t bully a six-year-old child, just came up with a way to make him back out when faced with difficulties."

He managed to give the mother-in-law enough face, while also quietly getting Wen Shun out without anyone picking fault.

He was indeed even more cunning than she had imagined!

Before the wedding, Father Wen said Song Wei was an honest man.

Wen Wan actually thought, this man is like a sesame seed dumpling with a white exterior and a black heart, looking refined and elegant, but when it comes to cunning, he’s sharper than a monkey.

Song Da Cai Zi, who was being criticized as a monkey in his young wife’s mind, couldn’t tell what his girl was thinking, he just felt that the smile on her face was oddly sinister and inexplicably unnerving.

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Every time Song Yuanbao had a ten-day break, Granny Song would prepare a table of delicious food for his arrival, today was no exception. She had sent Song Fang to buy ribs earlier, which were now stewing, the aroma drifting to the neighboring yard, making three girls drool.

The Second Lang’s wife, peeling corn, was enticed by the aroma, swallowing her saliva, she waved over Da Ya, "Go to the cupboard and get a bowl, head to the neighboring yard, and just tell grandpa and grandma you’re hungry and want some meat."

Song Erlang, who was chopping wood outside, heard this, and felt speechless, "You still haven’t learned from the last big lesson? Aren’t you afraid of being embarrassed again?"

At the mention, Second Lang’s wife indeed felt the part of her face scalded by oil sting and she touched it, recalling the situation of that day, she couldn’t help but snap, "Dad and Mom may not like me, but they can’t dislike the three girls, can they? Anyway, they’re your Song family’s granddaughters, no matter how biased they are, they still have to be fair to them, right?"

Song Erlang’s gaze was like a needle, piercing into her, "If you’re so capable, why don’t you go yourself? Have the guts not to order Da Ya around!"

"I’ll go then, I’ll go!" Second Lang’s wife threw the corn in her hand, snatched the bowl from Da Ya, and stormed out of the courtyard towards the neighboring yard.

Granny Song had just brought the bowl of ribs to the table when she saw Second Lang’s wife enter with a bowl, and she laughed, "Third Son hasn’t even passed the exam yet, and you two are already here with a bowl asking for food?"

Second Lang’s wife quickly replied, "Asking for food from the Song family isn’t shameful, going outside to ask, now that would disgrace the Song family!"

Since stepping over the threshold of the Song family to now, Second Lang’s wife had been insulted by her mother-in-law countless times, she long cultivated a "tenacity" of spirit that forgets the eating but not the beating, every time after being scolded, she would stay at home for a few days and then continue to come over, seeing her mother-in-law, her heart burned with hatred, but on the surface, she smiled as if she saw her own mother, the fake smile was remarkable.

Her skin was thicker than city walls, while her mind was sharper than a needle point.

Speaking of which, that’s truly an art form, Wen Wan kinda admired that.

Granny Song pulled out a stool and sat down, clearly not intending to bother with Second Lang’s wife.

In the end, it was Old Song who couldn’t stand it, took the bowl from Second Lang’s wife, and filled half a bowl of ribs and half a bowl of soup for her.