Childcare

Seven years after marrying the devoted second male lead, she came back.

She had quarreled with the male lead and stood in the rain at my doorstep:

“Brother Meng, I have nowhere else to go.”

My usually gentle and steady husband, Meng Heshu, lost his temper:

“I’ll go settle this with him!”

Even my seven-year-old son, Meng Bai, waved his fists:

“Fairy, don’t cry. When I grow up, I’ll marry you.”

While they all scrambled to cheer her up,

I was trapped on a fishing boat by a sudden downpour – I had gone out to buy river fish.

The boatman was shouting toward the shore, trying to attract passengers:

“Anyone else going to Qingzhou?”

I looked down at my basket – I had just bought three cutlassfish and had one tael of silver left.

I handed a tael of silver to the boatman and asked:

“How far can I get with one tael of silver?”

Ever since Huo Yu married me,

his son has been making a fuss nonstop.

“Bad Woman won’t let me eat!”

“She won’t let the butler tell me bedtime stories!”

“Daddy, she bullies me every day, wuwuwu…”

Huo Yu was used to his son’s unreasonable tantrums and didn’t pay much attention.

Until one day, he suddenly realized it had been half a month since he last received a complaint call.

Huo Yu found it rather odd.

After finishing work that evening, he took the initiative to call his son to coax him to sleep.

Unexpectedly, his usually clingy son seemed uninterested.

“Daddy, go to bed early. There’s a ton of stuff to do at kindergarten tomorrow.”

Huo Yu:?