A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1477 Small in stature, but quick-witted.

Not wanting the conversation to focus solely on herself, she added politely, "Your son is so well-raised; he's so considerate."

"Yes, just like his father. His father is also very loving." The woman spoke with a smile in her eyes, looking at Mu Ning, probably trying to show friendliness.

Mu Ning smiled, picked up the book, and left. "I'm leaving now. Goodbye."

"Goodbye. If we meet again, will it be fate?" the young woman asked with a smile.

Mu Ning turned around and smiled, "Yes."

Fate is like two strangers passing by, then turning around and seeing each other again. It doesn't depend on whether they are male or female; it's a chance encounter that you can't force.

Upon returning to the Zhuang family, the Third Madam was happy. Mu Ning had already prepared herself to be scolded, but to her surprise, the Third Madam was very kind and asked her all sorts of questions. When she saw the book in Mu Ning's hand, her smile became even brighter.

"Reading books is a good idea. Sometimes it's better to learn from the experiences summarized by our predecessors than to figure everything out on your own."

"Mmm," Mu Ning replied. Her mood hadn't been good since she got back, for some reason.

She used to be someone who could take things as they come, but now she can't control her emotions and knows what it feels like to be tormented.

"Aunt Huo, I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room to rest first," Mu Ning said softly.

"Since you're tired, go and rest. Should we have dinner delivered to your room, or do you want to come down and eat?" the third wife asked, getting up to follow her.

Seeing that the Third Madam had gotten up, Mu Ning stopped and said, "I'll go downstairs."

"Okay, go and rest. Pregnant women have to endure a bit of hardship. When Qiqi was pregnant with Paopao, she was much more restless than you. It's okay, do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Tell Aunt Huo what you want to eat, and Aunt Huo will have someone prepare it for you. It's alright, don't think about anything and keep quiet, okay?" The Third Madam said, pulling Mu Ning's hand and leading her upstairs.

When they reached the stairs, Mu Ning said, "I can go up by myself."

"Yes, go ahead." The third wife stopped.

Mu Ning went upstairs, probably feeling pressured by the Zhuang family's attentive attitude, which made her feel a little suffocated.

Huo Yan was thinking to herself, with Mu Ning's robust physique, getting pregnant with twins shouldn't be a problem, right? She herself got pregnant with twins back then.

The chances of getting pregnant with twins are so slim, but Huo Yan actually got pregnant with twin boys at once. How could Zhuang Zhou Cheng not cherish her like a treasure?

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The farmhouses at the foot of the mountain were packed with guests today, and the rooms were just about enough.

Upon closer inspection, they were all familiar faces.

Next to the wooden building where you stay is a small canteen where you eat. The courtyard is spacious, with many vegetables and flowers planted along the walls. In another corner, there are more than a dozen chickens kept in a pen, giving it a very farmhouse feel.

The guests were all sitting in the courtyard playing cards. It was a bit windy, and the auntie came over more than once to ask if they needed an awning to block the wind, but she declined each time.

There's actually a card and chess room inside, but these people insist on sitting outside, I don't know why.

"You guys have fun, I'll go prepare dinner now." The aunt smiled and left.

Huihui had been fiddling with the remote-controlled airplane, a gift from a guest, and seemed quite engrossed in it. The airplane flew up and down, and this time it actually landed on the card table.

The fair-skinned young man immediately stood up and shouted, "Boy, you come here right now!"

"...What are you yelling about? How vulgar!" a lazy voice rang out, and the person sitting at the top of the chair raised his eyelids and said.

"Second Master, I get the feeling you have ulterior motives towards that kid?" The one who spoke was the young man Zhuang Hanyu, who had stood up.

Zhuang Hanyu and his friends weren't particularly close to Zhuang Shiyuan, but they were very close to Zhuang Shijue. Of course, after Zhuang Shijue joined the army, Zhuang Hanyu and the others became his regular card-playing partners. Now, apart from Zhuang Shijue, probably no one else could get these spoiled rich kids to cooperate.

"Hmm, Xiao Zhuang's words are just like you, so sneaky." Zhuang Shijue chuckled, threw down his cards, and turned to look at the frightened child.

"Hey you, come here, I have something to ask you." Zhuang Shijue raised an eyebrow at the little guy and said lazily.

Bai Chenhui put his hands on his hips and said, "Who do you think I am? I have a name, I'm Bai Chenhui!"

"Hahaha..." The people at the table immediately burst into laughter, "This kid has guts."

Zhuang Shijue smiled, looked at the child, and waved his hand with a forced sincerity: "Bai Chenhui, come here, I have something to ask you."

“My mommy said that people who call themselves ‘Laozi’ are people whose fathers are dead. So, is your dad dead?” Bai Chenhui shouted from the distance, still standing in the same spot.

"Hahaha..." The people sitting around burst into laughter again.

Zhuang Shijue's face turned pale. This little brat, though small in stature, has quite the sharp tongue.

Zhuang Shijue was taken aback. Before he could respond, he heard the child say, "People without fathers are so pitiful. But don't be sad, I don't have one either."

Everyone was stunned and turned to look at the child. The child's expression changed instantly, and he immediately said happily, "But I'll have one soon. My mommy said she'll give me one."

"Hahaha..." The third round of laughter erupted, and even Zhuang Shijue laughed.

But Zhuang Shijue's gaze towards the child changed. This brat has no father.

If the child is Bai Xin'ai's biological child, then this child must be...

Zhuang Shijue smiled, his gaze towards Bai Chenhui becoming deep and unfathomable. The child, probably thinking everyone was laughing because they didn't believe him, became flustered, his face turning red, and began to argue loudly.

"I'm telling the truth! My mommy is the best mommy in the world. If she says she'll give it to me, she definitely will!" Little Bai Chenhui stomped his feet in frustration and rushed over to push the person who was still laughing. "Don't laugh! Don't laugh! I'm telling the truth! My mommy will give it to me!"

"Little guy, how's your mommy going to deliver it?" Zhuang Shijue grabbed the boy and pulled him close, holding on tightly as he asked.

"none of your business?"

"Looks like it's fake." Zhuang Shijue let go and shrugged.

“It’s true, it’s true!” Bai Chenhui exclaimed. “My mommy said it’s super easy. Even if you can’t find it, you can order it online. In short, my mommy will definitely give me the most expensive and best dad.” Bai Chenhui spoke with great conviction.

Zhuang Hanyu tugged at Bai Chenhui's clothes, "Kid, does the most expensive thing always mean the best?"

“Of course, otherwise why would adults like brand names?” Bai Chenhui replied with a smug look, his pride stemming from the prospect of having the most expensive and best father in the future.

"This kid's got a sharp tongue," Zhuang Shiqing chuckled.

Zhuang Shijue laughed, "Let's follow someone else's lead."

"Oh?" The others didn't know who the owner of this place was, but Zhuang Shijue knew that when he said this, he probably had a certain idea in his heart.