Reborn in 78, I made my fortune by working in the mountains, supporting three families on my own.

When they got emotional, they couldn't help but wipe away tears.

Zhao Lei, standing to the side, instantly felt like an outsider, completely out of place.

Seeing the villagers passing by looking at him curiously, Zhao Lei coughed awkwardly twice.

"Ahem, um, Uncle, may I call you that?"

Su Minggui immediately turned to look at him, his eyes filled with protectiveness, as if he were guarding against a thief.

Zhao Lei's heart skipped a beat; he understood all too well.

His own uncle, looking at his niece whom he had doted on since childhood, thought, "She's such a beautiful cabbage, but he's taken her away. No wonder he can't stand her."

Moreover, Zhao Lei felt even more uneasy.

He pondered to himself:

If my uncle knew this, Wanqing and I would have divorced long ago. Moreover, I'm a man who's been married and divorced three times. He'd probably beat me to death on the spot today.

However, Zhao Lei is shameless.

He had a terrible reputation with his father-in-law back then, but he turned out fine, didn't he?

He mustered his courage and said, "Uncle, there are too many people around here, it's not convenient to talk. You haven't seen each other for so many years, you must have a lot to say, why don't we go home first?"

Su Minggui nodded: "That works too."

Su Wanqing hurriedly replied, "But I'm still at work."

"It's alright," Zhao Lei replied immediately. "I'll go tell Grandpa Li that it's almost time to get off work anyway, and that he's asking for leave in advance to go home because some relatives are visiting."

After saying that, Zhao Lei turned around and went back to the clinic to find Li Qingsong and explained the situation.

When Li Qingsong heard that it was Wanqing's maternal uncle who had come from afar, he was overjoyed. He immediately gave Su Wanqing a full day off and told her not to come tomorrow, as he could manage on his own.

After thanking him, Zhao Lei turned and left.

The three of them walked together toward the old house.

Zhao Lei pushed his old-fashioned bicycle, which couldn't fit three people, so he quietly followed behind without interrupting or disturbing them.

The uncle and nephew kept talking the whole way, pouring out all the longing, grievances, and misunderstandings they had accumulated over the past three years.

As Su Minggui listened, he was angry and heartbroken at the same time, and he would occasionally turn around and glare at Zhao Lei.

The murderous intent in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Despite the sweltering heat, Zhao Lei felt a chill run down his spine from his intense gaze.

Not long after, the group returned home.

Zhao Lei now fully realized that this was a true elder in his family, and immediately switched to his considerate mode, making tea and tidying up to make room for the uncle and nephew to have a good chat.

Over the course of two hours, Zhao Lei refilled his tea three times.

Two hours later, Su Minggui's voice finally came from the main room: "Zhao Lei, come here for a moment."

Zhao Lei's heart tightened: Oh no, they're going to come after me.

He was incredibly nervous. Even though it was his own home, he felt like a schoolboy who had made a mistake and was waiting to be scolded, extremely reserved.

Su Minggui looked at him and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Lei, your parents passed away a long time ago, and you're all alone, right?"

Zhao Lei nodded: "Yes, that's right, Uncle."

"I heard from Wanqing that you have a son named Zhao Yufeng, who is over two years old. Where is the child?"

Zhao Lei was momentarily speechless.

The child was taken to town by his two ex-wives to buy things and is not home right now.

Moreover, he was in a state of confusion and didn't know if Su Wanqing had told his uncle beforehand that he had been married several times, so he didn't dare to say anything rash.

Su Wanqing, who was standing nearby, was afraid that the misunderstanding would accumulate, so she immediately spoke up to help: "Uncle, I forgot to tell you, Zhao Lei has two ex-wives."

hum!

These words, like a nuclear bomb, exploded in Su Minggui's mind.

He slammed his hand on the table, and with a loud bang, the tabletop rattled.

"What? You have an ex-wife? You're divorced?!"

Su Minggui originally had a pretty good impression of Zhao Lei.

Wanqing had always praised him, saying that he was now very responsible, capable, family-oriented, and good to her. He had even built the most impressive two-story red brick house in the whole village.

In all his years of traveling around the country, Su Minggui has never seen many private households that can build a two-story red brick building, apart from government-owned houses.

In addition, Zhao Lei is over 1.8 meters tall, handsome, and has a dignified appearance, no less so than when he was young.

Deng Changhai also kept praising Zhao Lei in front of him.

He had already accepted it in his heart. The deed was done, and they already had a child. He would let bygones be bygones, as long as Zhao Lei treated Wanqing well in the future, he would accept him as his nephew-in-law.

But who would have thought that he even had an ex-wife?!

Su Minggui looked at Su Wanqing in disbelief: "Wanqing, what did you say? Two ex-wives? What do you mean?"

Su Wanqing's face turned bright red instantly; she was extremely embarrassed.

She knew that if she said this, her uncle would definitely scold her for choosing such a man.

She didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

Seeing this, Zhao Lei had no choice but to bite the bullet and honestly confess, "Uncle, to be precise, I have three ex-wives."

boom!

Another clap of thunder!

Su Minggui almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Two is already outrageous, but three?!

He instantly understood. No wonder this kid looked so energetic, young and handsome; it was perfectly normal for him to attract women.

He was the same way when he was young, with a lot of suitors, so many that he was overwhelmed with choices, and in the end, he wasted his whole life without ever getting married.

I can understand it, but I'm still really angry!

Su Minggui immediately stood up, pointed at Zhao Lei, and cursed, "You brat! So you're just a good-for-nothing! Wanqing kept praising you for being reliable and responsible! If you were responsible, how come you've been married and divorced three times?!"

"Tell me! What exactly happened with your first three marriages! If you don't explain it to me clearly today, I'm not done with you!"

Zhao Lei smiled bitterly to himself.

Uncle, you really don't know, your precious niece is one of my three ex-wives.

But this couldn't be kept secret; who in the village didn't know that Zhao Lei had been married and divorced three times?

It's better to confess honestly than to have someone else expose you behind your back.

Zhao Lei gritted his teeth and told the whole story.

"Uncle, actually Wanqing is my third ex-wife. I'm single now."

puff!

Su Minggui couldn't catch his breath and collapsed onto the bench.

Su Wanqing was startled and quickly stepped forward to pat his chest and poured him half a bowl of mint water to drink.

The cool sensation in his throat finally eased the suffocating heat in Su Minggui.

He let out a long sigh, both amused and exasperated: "I never expected this! You look so respectable, but you did so many foolish things when you were young!"

Subsequently, Zhao Lei and Su Wanqing took turns telling Su Minggui all about Zhao Lei's past experiences and the true situation of his family.

Zhao Lei's first wife, Qin Yuchan, was the daughter of the brigade leader and a primary school teacher in the township.

Back then, Zhao Lei was young and reckless, and he didn't know any better. Just because the woman didn't give him a son, he insisted on divorcing her.

His second wife, Jiang Xinyue, was the daughter of a capitalist who had been sent to the countryside for reform.

He was young and naive, and again used the excuse of not having a son to get divorced.