Chapter 1148: Love May Be Late, But It Will Not Be Absent

"Wife, have you caught a fever from the cold?"

Sheng Zerong was not moved; instead, he was very nervous, first touching his wife's hands to see if they were cold.

Then he nervously touched her forehead to see if it was hot.

Neither cold nor hot, everything was normal.

So he asked suspiciously, "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"

Jian Yixin:...

She had finally gathered the courage to confess to her husband, and this was his reaction!

She was a little angry now, but her husband continued, "Wife, let's go to the hospital, let's go right now. Don't worry, no matter what you become, I will never abandon you, I will never leave you..."

She shook off her husband's hand, stepped on his foot, put her hands on her hips, and said aggressively, "Sheng Zerong, are you stupid? Do you have Stockholm syndrome? Do you only feel normal when I ignore you?"

"Hehe!"

He scratched his head and smiled honestly, "Say it again, I didn't hear enough just now."

"I love you."

"Say it again!"

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you..."

Jian Yixin could not go on; her lips were sealed by her husband's lips.

"Go home, hurry!"

He took his wife by the hand and jogged all the way home.

Sheng Zerong had only one thought in his mind: Why is this Xiao Lu so long?

At first, he was pulling her as they ran, not running fast because he was afraid she would fall.

Soon, their positions swapped; Jian Yixin was in front, pulling her husband as they ran, both fast and urgent.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the Xiao Lu had already turned into a vast expanse of white; it made a "creak, creak" sound when stepped on, which was very interesting.

The two seemed to become young again in an instant, returning to their childhood!

The reason they didn't say they returned to the beautiful time of falling in love was that when they were in love, they had no romantic times to reminisce about.

They arrived home.

Jian Yixin took the initiative to offer a kiss upon entering the door, and before she could even take off her Spring Shoes, she was swept up horizontally by her husband and taken to the bedroom...

Sheng Family.

"Ahhhhh, I want my mommy, I want to find my mommy!"

"Sob sob sob... please let me go back, I'm so scared, I want to find my mommy..."

Moli was crying, crying continuously.

Several children of the Sheng Family stood at the door, at a loss.

They had tried their best.

Moli had been crying for two whole hours, and the children had used every method they could think of, but it was completely useless.

Whether it was soft or hard, coaxing or scaring, nothing worked!

Moli responded to all changes with the same approach; no matter what others said, it was as if he couldn't hear them, he only remembered one thing—find mommy!

Sheng Zihan rested his chin on his hands and asked a question that struck the depths of the soul: "If we cried like this, what would our mommy do?"

Sheng Zirui: "Ruthless mockery, she would watch the show."

The remaining children nodded, including their sister Shi Ran.

That's right, their mommy would do that; as for kind words of comfort or promises of toys, those simply did not exist.

The children's brows relaxed; they had an idea—do it the way mommy does and see if it works.

"I'll go get a bowl." Sheng Zichen ran off.

"I'll take the gong." Sheng Litian also ran off.

Sheng Zirui: "I'll be the host."

Sheng Zihan: "I'll go invite the audience."

Shi Ran: "Good luck, you guys!"

Qi Heng:...

He was completely confused, not knowing what the younger brothers of the Sheng Family were up to.

But seeing their spirited appearance, what was coming next should be very fun.

Although he didn't know, he was curious, so he asked Shi Ran: "What are they going to do?"

Shi Ran wore a mysterious smile: "You'll know in a moment."

Soon, everyone returned.

The audience had also been invited—grandpa and grandma, father and mother, Seventh Uncle and Aunt Nianyin, the housekeeper Zhang Ma, the cook Fang Jie, and all the servants in the house, including the gardener.

The area outside the door became lively in an instant; Moli was still crying, but his voice was much quieter.

The children of the Sheng Family took their places.

Sheng Zichen sat cross-legged at the door, a large bowl placed squarely in front of him.

"Clang!"

Litian stood beside him and struck the first sound of the gong.

Sheng Zihan didn't need to clear his throat and spoke eloquently: "Don't miss it as you pass by, a once-in-a-century crying tough guy, everyone is welcome to take photos as a souvenir and post them on Moments..."

Sheng Zirui added the most important sentence: "Ten yuan to watch, one hundred to take photos, and two hundred and fifty to post on Moments."

"Pfft—"

Shi Ran could not hold it back and laughed out loud.

She quietly gave her younger brothers a thumbs up.

This brain is not bad; he has great business talent. With these younger brothers in the future, especially Sheng Zirui, the Sheng Family will surely make the family business bigger and bigger.

The "audience" was very cooperative, throwing money into the large bowl one after another.

"Cling-clang" it rang incessantly.

It was all coins, and the large bowl was soon nearly full.

The money was collected, but Moli was not cooperating.

He stopped crying.

The audience was not having it.

Shi Youxuan was the first to raise an objection: "Hey, why aren't you crying anymore? We spent money to watch you cry; if you don't cry, didn't we spend our money in vain?"

"I don't want to cry anymore."

Moli honestly negotiated with Shi Youxuan: "If you let me go home, I can cry for another ten minutes so your ticket money won't be wasted." This child was very honest and had fallen into the trap without realizing it.

Shi Youxuan: "That won't do; one thing is one thing, these are two separate matters that cannot be mixed together. You cry, I spent money."

Moli lost his temper: "You are being unreasonable. You won't let me go home to find my mother, and you're selling tickets to watch me cry? I refuse to cry; I won't let you get your way."

Sheng Zichen "smoothed things over."

"Mom, say a little less, don't mess up our source of income."

Then he turned to persuade Moli: "Moli, look, we've already sold the tickets. If you don't cry, it's not right. You've already been crying for two hours, so what's a little longer, right?"

"Just cry for another ten minutes so we can earn back the ticket money, please, please."

Others tried to persuade him too, but now it was the other way around.

It wasn't persuading him not to cry, but persuading him to cry a little longer.

These children had almost no bottom line; in order to make Moli continue crying, they made up all sorts of fresh and unconventional lies, even using things like detoxifying and beautifying the skin or exercising lung capacity as reasons to persuade Moli to keep crying!

But it was useless.

He simply would not cry anymore.

Not only did he not cry, he also demanded to eat: "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

Moli didn't eat much for dinner because he wasn't quite used to eating by himself.

Shi Youxuan: "No one in our house feeds you; do you know how to eat by yourself?"

Sheng Zichen: "I bet he doesn't."

Sheng Zihan: "I'll bet five yuan, I also bet he doesn't know how to eat by himself."

Moli:...

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated.

The Sheng Family looked down on him too much; he huffed and puffed to show—he could eat by himself, he could do everything by himself.

To prove that he really could and that others were underestimating him, Moli not only ate by himself but also washed his hands and the tear stains all over his face clean.

Splashing water, applying facial cleanser evenly on his face, neck, and hands, rubbing... every step was meticulous and correct!