My older sister, born in the 1970s, stole my marriage; I took my three treasures and blew up the fam

Song Kaiyuan noticed that Shen Yan's expression suddenly softened.

In a flash, his mind raced, and he was on the verge of a breakdown by his own conjecture. He grabbed Shen Yan's shoulders and shook him.

"Brother, don't do anything rash! You've done a great job this time, you'll definitely get a promotion when you get back!"

"How could you take your 'fake' relationship with Comrade Ruan for real? And it was only one night, and you're already addicted?"

"Although Comrade Ruan is good-looking, has a great figure, is very smart and talented, and her child is adorable, but..."

"She deserves it!" Shen Yan interrupted him decisively.

Song Kaiyuan looked disgusted. "But you're not good enough for her! Brother, you have a fiancée and a child! How can you let such a wonderful woman like Comrade Ruan, with a child, be your concubine?"

"You haven't really lost all shame after being a thug for a few years, have you?!"

……

The rain drizzled down, and the blood in the old alley courtyard was quickly washed away.

Wang Guihua, who was knitting a sweater, kept picking at the yarn in her hands, and her eyes kept wandering around.

"Xiao He, this room of yours is too unsafe."

She pointed to the old, crooked tree in the corner, "Look at that tree, even a cripple could climb up it and get in!"

"Look at that broken door, someone with enough strength could kick it open with one kick."

Her eyes darted around, she picked at the roots of his hair with a knitting needle, and then leaned in to gently nudge Ruan Tinghe with her arm.

"Xiao He, I have a cousin on my mother's side. He's a little older than you, and his wife ran off with someone else. He only has an eight-year-old daughter. He's a perfect match for you!"

"I've already told his family about your situation. You have a big hip and you had triplets in one pregnancy; that's exactly what they want!"

Ruan Tinghe's lips twitched. Ever since she announced that her husband had died, people had been trying to arrange marriages for her every now and then. This neighbor, with whom she rarely visited, suddenly showed up at her door today and refused to leave. She knew something was up!

"Aunt Guihua, you must have heard of me, right? I usually draw portraits of the dead."

"I know, I know, my cousin's family doesn't mind! Everyone dies eventually. Besides, his family plays the suona for the dead, which is way better than yours!"

Wang Guihua became more and more agitated as she spoke, finally putting down her knitting needles and pulling Ruan Tinghe's hand to continue, "Listen to your aunt, it's too hard for a woman to raise three children alone. A family can't function without a man, like last night, how dangerous was that?"

"My cousin may not have many other skills, but he's good at supporting a family. Once you marry into the family, you won't have to do anything but have children. Isn't that easy?"

Ruan Tinghe abruptly pulled her hand back, her voice turning cold.

"Aunt Guihua, do you know how my child's biological father died?"

Wang Guihua was slightly taken aback, then shook her head. Everyone only knew that Ruan Tinghe's husband died shortly after she got married, that she was kicked out by her husband's family and rejected by her own family, and that she was raising three children alone in hardship. No one knew any further details.

"I painted the murderer's face for the police, and in a fit of rage, the murderer tried to kill my whole family! My child's father was hacked to death by the murderer, stabbed dozens of times!"

"You," Wang Guihua stared in shock, "you go to the police station every day, it's just..."

Ruan Tinghe nodded mysteriously, "That's right, I've already drawn the faces of dozens of murderers, and many of them haven't been caught yet. Today, Old Chen even reminded me to be careful lately, because a serial killer already knows about my drawing work."

"How about I get married to your cousin tomorrow? He'll be able to protect me and the baby."

Wang Guihua trembled with fear, staring at Ruan Tinghe as if she were looking at the Grim Reaper.

"I suddenly remembered," Wang Guihua jumped up, "my cousin can't have children, he's not right for you!"

Watching Wang Guihua's retreating figure, Ruan Tinghe let out a long sigh.

Three soft sighs came from behind her. Turning around, she saw the three little ones sitting on a small stool, each of them resting their chin on their hands, looking at her helplessly and sighing.

"Oh, Mom, you're scaring me again."

Ruan Tinghe shrugged, indicating that she was also helpless. The excuse of "drawing portraits of the dead" was no longer enough to scare away the matchmakers! She would have to make up another one.

"Mom, is our dad really dead?" Da Bao suddenly asked very seriously.

Ruan Tinghe couldn't look him in the eye, a wave of fear washing over her. "Dead, his ashes scattered to the winds!"

The three little ones showed no sadness whatsoever. From birth, they had only had their mother by their side, so they didn't care about their so-called father at all.

However, when Da Bao recalled the danger of last night, he realized that Wang Guihua was right; his mother was too delicate and needed protection.

He's too young to protect his mother.

"Mom, let me find you a dad!"

Ruan Tinghe laughed, "Okay, then you guys find me a dad to be your grandpa!"

"No, no!" Da Bao clung to Ruan Tinghe's arm, his little face incredibly serious. "Mommy, let's find a man who looks fierce, but loves Mommy, and whom Mommy also loves, to be our daddy, okay?"

"There's no such person in the world."

"Yes, there is, that mean uncle on the street, Mom, don't you like him?"

Thinking of that man, Ruan Tinghe reacted reflexively, as if her tail had been stepped on.

"I don't like him, and he doesn't like me either! Don't talk nonsense."

"He definitely loves his mom. The way he looks at her is exactly the same way Xiaobao looks at a pretty stone! So bright and sparkling."

"If you don't believe me, ask him yourself!"

Da Bao raised his chubby little hand and pointed towards the door.

Ruan Tinghe glanced over and saw an oil-paper umbrella dripping in the rain. Amid the rain, a man with a straw in his mouth stood out, his features cold and stern, with a hint of roguishness in his upturned eyes.

"What are you doing here!"

Ruan Tinghe glared at the man, who was still wearing the same tattered, blood-stained floral shirt he had worn that morning. The wound on his face was wet, and the red rainwater slid down Leng Yi's cheeks.

Why did you come to her house when you were in such a sorry state? Why didn't you find a place to recover properly?

Could there have been some mistake in the last mission?

How long has he been here? Did he hear everything she and Wang Guihua were saying?

With mixed feelings, Ruan Tinghe pulled the person into the kitchen. "What are you doing here? My task is complete. You're just causing me trouble!"

The main reason was that she felt a little guilty; whenever she saw a man's face, she was reminded of that unspeakable dream.

"I heard you're a great artist, I'd like to ask you to draw someone for me."

Ruan Tinghe asked suspiciously, "With your status, finding someone to paint for you shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"She's my sister. She went missing fifteen years ago, and our family has been searching for her ever since, but..."

Shen Yan took out a black and white photo from his wallet. "This was taken before my sister went missing. This is the only photo I have."

Ruan Tinghe looked at it carefully and realized that the photo had been soaked in water, making the portrait blurry.

I could only vaguely make out that the little girl in the group photo was wearing a floral dress, had a bow in her hair, and was grinning, revealing a set of buck teeth, and was smiling happily.

Standing next to him was a little boy in a suit, standing very straight. Unfortunately, the boy's face was the most severely damaged area, and his features were no longer recognizable.

The little boy and little girl are holding hands and look very close.