"Ah? Someone has already mentioned the abortion issue?" Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips, "Actually, I wanted to mention it before."

But considering that it was a life after all, and I was not a member of the Lao Wang family, there was no need to say it out of my own mouth even if I mentioned it, so I endured it and didn't say it.

Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Ruoqing and said, "I am telling you in private that Dabai's attitude is very determined. He wants everyone, big and small. He will probably marry that Hongmei regardless of the eyes of the world. Even if the old Wang family excludes him from the family tree

Even if we remove him from Changping Village and drive him out of Changping Village, he will not be able to stop his determination to marry Hongmei!"

Mrs. Sun covered her mouth in shock.

Yang Ruoqing also had black lines on her head, "It's a fact that the circuitry of the brain is different from that of ordinary people, but that girl Hongmei is not a fuel-efficient lamp either."

A slap in the face can't make a difference, especially something like this, and it can't be the 'credit' of Dabai alone.

That Hongmei was an actor herself, and was not the original wife of the late shopkeeper Zhang Ji.

In modern terms, it is a fact that Hongmei is a mistress who has bad conduct.

After shopkeeper Zhang Ji passed away, not only did she, a female family, not have the panic of a pillar collapsing, she also leased the shop that the Zhang family had worked hard to save for generations to Dabai.

And she didn't move out herself, she still lived in the shop as before and took care of Dabai's accounts.

For such a big shop, the daily cash flow is a large amount. Usually the person who manages the accounts must not only have the ability in this area, but also be someone trusted by the shopkeeper.

Hongmei has done it all.

To the outside world, the two of them were master-mother and apprentice, step-mother and step-son, but after closing the shop door they got together and no one knew it.

"I have a bold guess." Yang Ruoqing said suddenly.

"The baby is about a month old, and it has only been half a year since shopkeeper Zhang Ji died. I suspect that the two of them may have gotten along long ago. They even had something like that when shopkeeper Zhang Ji was alive. Otherwise, there is no way to explain Zhang Ji's death.

Remember that the shopkeeper is dead, but Hongmei is still living in the shop with peace of mind, and Dabai doesn't chase him away."

Yang Ruoqing's words suddenly inspired Sun.

"Qing'er, when you said that, I also remembered something that your aunt told me." Mrs. Sun said, "I didn't think about it deeply at that time, but now I look back and think about it, it's really true."

So what do you order?"

"What are you and Mei'er hiding from me? Tell me quickly!" Yang Huazhong couldn't wait.

Sun went on to say: "When Dabai just started to renovate the shop, didn't Mei'er and Sister Shuanzi go to town to visit, and they even had a meal with Dabai and Hongmei at that time."

"When Mei'er came back and talked to me about the meal, I heard that Dabai was very kind to Hongmei, serving her food, doing this and that, and even his aunt was jealous and said that he had

If you become a master’s wife, you won’t need an aunt anymore.”

"Ah? Is there such a thing?" Yang Huazhong frowned tightly.

Mrs. Sun nodded, "Yes, it's true. When Mei'er came back, she told me that Hongmei was very sensible and could take care of others. By the way, the exquisite food in our mother's house was brought by Hongmei.

It's for Mei'er. Mei'er couldn't bear to eat it and gave it to my mother..."

"I also have an impression. The three of us went to Xiangjiazhuang that day to see Lingling just come back and bring a lot of oranges." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Yes, yes, that was the time."

After being reminded like this, Yang Huazhong also remembered it. This time, he was able to scrape two ounces of frost off his face.

"If I had known it was brought by that unruly woman, I should have thrown it out and soiled our land!"

Yang Ruoqing really wanted to say that people smell bad, but things smell good.

If any of her rivals was willing to give her a gift, she would definitely not refuse it. She would accept the gift with a smile while beating and killing her at the same time. There was no conflict.

"Since Hongmei has that kind of character, then the baby in her belly...can we be sure that it is Dabai?" Mrs. Sun raised this question.

Yang Huazhong was also stunned for a moment, touching his stubble-covered chin and thinking deeply.

Yang Ruoqing didn't have much doubt about this. If the two of them had hooked up a long time ago, it was very likely that the baby was Dabai.

The problem is that Dabai insists on marrying Hongmei. Once the two of them get married, their reputations will be bad if this matter is brought to the public. The two of them want to be together regardless of their bad reputations. Could it be...

Is it true love?

"Dad, Qing'er, you all should go and get some sleep. If you don't close your eyes all night, you will get sick." Mrs. Sun began to urge again.

Yang Huazhong looked outside and saw that the snow had already fallen to his ankles and was still falling.

"I'm not going to sleep anymore. I have to shovel the snow, otherwise I won't be able to walk," he said.

Yang Ruoqing stopped him and said, "Dad, the snow won't stop for a while. If you shovel it in front and then continue to fall, it will be in vain. You might as well wait until the snow stops completely or becomes lighter and then shovel again."

Mrs. Sun quickly agreed: "My daughter is right. There is no rush for this moment. Go and lie down for a while. I will call you when breakfast is cooked."

Yang Huazhong looked a little relaxed.

Yang Ruoqing hit the track while it was hot: "Mom, let's go get some sleep. It's snowing today. It's okay. I'll go back and lie down for a while. Let's just treat it as a holiday for ourselves. Otherwise, we'll be tired during the New Year."

It would be troublesome to get sick. Daan and Xiaohua are still on the way."

Yang Huazhong then made up his mind to treat himself kindly: "Okay, then let's all go get some sleep."

Mrs. Sun looked at the heavy snowfall outside with worry on her face: "Da'an and Hua'er don't know where they are. If there is such heavy snow, will the carriage and horses get stuck on the road? They have two such small children with them.

My Feng'er and Fuwa have suffered a lot this time..."

"Mom, just relax. They are taking the official road and they stay at the inn at night. They have followers and guards around them. If it snows, they will definitely wait for the snow to stop before going on the road. They won't get stuck halfway."

"Father, mother, you go to bed quickly, I'll go back and lie down for a while."

…

Qingshui Town, Baimeizhai.

It was snowing outside, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and a brazier was lit in the house. The charcoal burned in the pot was smokeless fruit charcoal. The warm spring house was filled with the faint aroma of fruit wood.

On the soft and comfortable carved bed, Hongmei sat there with a white velvet pillow around her head, a brocade quilt on her legs, and an embroidered hand cover in her arms, with green-white hands inserted into the hand cover.

.

There is no makeup, but she looks good without makeup. Her eyebrows are lightly curved, her eyes are long and thin, the corners of her eyes are slightly raised with a pinkish red color, and her eyelashes are black and long.

She is born with peach blossom eyes, and she seems to be smiling when she looks at people. When she really smiles, she becomes even more charming.

"Hmph, vixen!"

This grunt came from Yang Huamei, who was sitting on the stool beside the table in front of the bed with her hands folded.
Chapter completed!