Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 925

Qin Wenying is in a really bad state.

One wasn't enough; the whole family wanted to move in.

Can't she just want some peace and quiet?

Qin's mother glanced at her, but she didn't miss the expression on her face.

He said irritably, "Look at how unwilling you are. Fine, if you don't want us to stay, then we won't stay."

Qin Wenying immediately retorted, "Did I say I was unwilling? Don't impose your own subjective opinions on me. The courtyard is so big, you can live there if you want."

Fu Mingxue looked at the mother and daughter, then said to her mother-in-law, "Mom, if you want to move in, you can stay in the apartment next door. It's empty now anyway, so you can come and stay anytime, and for as long as you like."

Upon hearing this, Qin's mother quickly said, "I was just teasing her. Our house is spacious and not far from here, so we won't be staying here."

Qin Wenying rolled her eyes.

Then she looked at Fu Mingxue, "Have you caught them yet?"

Fu Mingxue said, "There's still one missing. Anyway, Qin Wenhuo is keeping an eye on this, so I won't interfere."

Qin Wenying nodded, "Indeed, you don't need to worry about it. Just focus on recovering from your injury."

Fu's mother interrupted their conversation.

"Let's not talk about that now, Wenying, come sit down and eat with us."

As she spoke, she went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks.

"Thank you, Auntie. I was hungry too." Qin Wenying didn't stand on ceremony.

She walked over and sat in the empty seat next to Fu Mingxue, a seat that Fu Zhenbao had given up.

"Thank you, my Zhenbao." Qin Wenying reached out and pinched the little chubby cheek—she absolutely adored this little guy.

If her child is that cute—well, forget it, after all, the best kids always belong to other people.

Since there's something readily available, she doesn't need to go through that hardship anymore.

"Auntie, Zhenbao misses you so much. Do you miss Zhenbao too?"

Qin Wenying was charmed by her cuteness.

"Yes, I really want to." "If Auntie misses Zhenbao so much, could you take Zhenbao with you when you leave? Zhenbao wants to ride in an airplane."

Fu Zhenbao's eyes were filled with longing for airplanes.

She greatly admired her aunt who was a pilot.

Qin Wenying: ...?
Youth is indeed bold; they really dare to dream big.

I pinched the little cutie's cheek again.

"Then you have to get your dad's approval. If your dad agrees, then you can talk to your aunt."

She wasn't going to be the bad guy.

"Really? If Dad agrees, then Dad will definitely agree too?" Fu Zhenbao's eyes lit up. "Dad listens to Mom. If Mom agrees, then Dad will definitely agree too."

He immediately turned his head, "Mom—"

Qin Wenying: ...?
New minds work fast.

Was she this quick-witted at this age when she was a child?
Thinking about it—it seems not.

Her memories of growing up are all about fighting and beating people.

Fu Mingxue hadn't expected the little guy to throw this question at her.

"Sweetie, what kind of plane does your aunt fly?"

"My aunt flies fighter jets." Fu Zhenbao's voice was loud and clear, filled with pride.

"Your aunt flies a fighter jet, so her daily tasks must be very demanding. Baby, you're still too young. When you grow up, you can take the pilot exam yourself, and then you can fly like your aunt."

"But Mom, when I grow up I want to build airplanes and trains—"

Qin Wenying raised an eyebrow—"Is such a young child really so ambitious?"

"If you can build airplanes, then you can learn to fly them just by wanting to, right?"

"Mom, can you drive?" Fu Zhenbao asked innocently.

(End of this chapter)