Chapter 845: Misunderstood as Attempting Suicide

There was no one by the river, and she sat alone on the embankment; the rushing river water beneath her feet was much like her current mood, and for some reason, her heart felt a little more settled.

She wanted to sit here for a while and did not want to listen to anyone's advice.

She understood all those grand principles, but she simply could not put them into practice; if she could have, she would have done so long ago.

It was not that Jian Yixin did not know she was being excessive regarding the issue of her child, much like her mother had been during menopause, but she could never stop herself from acting that way.

Her husband was right; love that is too intense does not make people feel warm, it only makes them feel suffocated!

She had to change; she absolutely had to change.

She had originally thought that since Moli was not her own flesh and blood, she had to treat him even better than if he were, so that if he ever discovered his origins when he grew up, he would not turn his back on her and leave.

But now, it seemed that was not the case.

Her efforts had not been rewarded; all she had received was misunderstanding and resentment!

Why bother?

She was a smart person and would not walk down a dead end; Jian Yixin sat by the river, thinking about what her next step should be.

"Yixin, Yixin, don't do anything rash!"

Her husband's heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from behind her, and just as she was about to turn around, she was tackled to the ground.

Immediately after, she was dragged away from the embankment and pulled tightly into her husband's embrace.

"Yixin, you absolutely must not do anything foolish; if you die, I won't live either, boo-hoo-hoo..." Sheng Zerong held his wife death-gripped, terrified that she might be thinking of doing something foolish!

Jian Yixin:...

She finally understood; she had been sitting on the embankment, and it turned out her husband thought she was committing suicide!

"Let go."

Sheng Zerong was too agitated and was holding her so tightly that she couldn't even catch her breath.

"No, I won't let go, I can't let you go; in this life, the next life, for all eternity, through life and death, I want to be with you, always together, boo-hoo-hoo!"

A grown man, now crying like a child.

Not only did he not let go, he hugged her even tighter.

Jian Yixin said helplessly: "Are you trying to strangle me to death? Loosen up a little, I can't breathe."

"Ah?"

This time, he let go.

With tear tracks still wet on his face, he stared into his wife's eyes and asked: "Tell me the truth, you really weren't thinking of suicide."

"Smack!"

He received a slap on the head from his wife: "I'm not committing suicide; if I wanted to die, I'd have to drag someone down with me, and the first person would be you. I'm not stupid enough to die myself and let some other woman sleep with my husband, spend my money, and hit my child. Keep dreaming, don't even think about it."

"Mm-hmm."

Sheng Zerong nodded repeatedly, incredibly happy.

The misunderstanding resolved, the couple walked home hand in hand.

The person who posted online was found; Sheng Zerong used some unspeakable methods to make that person apologize and admit their mistake.

People who secretly stir up trouble behind others' backs never have the "backbone" to hold out to the end; as soon as their conspiracy is exposed, they immediately turn cowardly!

This kind of person wants to enjoy free benefits—sending their child to kindergarten without spending a penny—yet is dissatisfied that the kindergarten gives special care to the director's child, so they stir up trouble in secret.

Her original intention was not to close the kindergarten, but simply to get better and more resources for her own child.

Therefore, she did not want to make the relationship with the Jian Family too strained, but Jian Yixin had closed the kindergarten directly.

Once the kindergarten was closed, those who had caused the trouble were no longer happy.

Because they could no longer enjoy the free kindergarten—where else could they find such a good deal?

Those who had started out with vicious words now had a 180-degree change in attitude, begging Jian Yixin not to close the kindergarten, saying that as long as she changed a few things, it would be fine.

Greed knows no bounds.

For such people, there will never be a time when they are satisfied; if one did as they asked, they would only demand more next time.

Jian Yixin ignored them. After closing the kindergarten, she asked her child: "Baby, if Mommy sends you to a brand-new kindergarten where the teachers and children won't all be revolving around you, would that be okay?"

Moli did not agree immediately and asked her in a small, soft voice: "Will you still call the teachers often?"

"I won't."

"Really?"

The little one's eyes were full of hope, yet he dared not fully believe it.

Her nose felt sore.

She felt a bit sad inside, but she did not show it on her face.

Jian Yixin solemnly extended her finger to pinky-swear with her son: "Let's pinky-swear; we must keep our word."

"Okay."

Moli agreed happily, extending his little finger to pinky-swear with his mother: "Pinky-swear, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye, whoever breaks it is a puppy!"

Jian Yixin kept her word.

After Moli went to the new kindergarten, she indeed did not interfere too much.

At the kindergarten, Moli was the same as all the other children, receiving no special treatment and no disdain; the little one quickly adapted to the environment.

Sheng Zichen now ran to his grandfather's house every weekend.

On the surface, he used the excuse of visiting his grandfather, but in reality, he went to the kitchen to watch Xi Fu cook; Xi Fu liked him very much.

There was a custom in Gu Zhihao's hometown that said if boys often came to the house when a wife was pregnant, she would give birth to a boy in the future, signifying "bringing a son."

Thus, Sheng Zichen had a legitimate reason to go to his grandfather's house, using the "bringing a son" excuse, while in reality, he was going to learn culinary arts.

It was a pity he could only watch and not participate.

He is still too young; the kitchen has hot oil, big flames, and sharp knives, so he cannot operate them himself, but it is good enough that he can watch.

All of Dad's attention lately has been on Mom, so he has absolutely no time to manage him.

During that period, Sheng Zichen's days were extremely happy.

At first, he only went every weekend, but gradually it became twice a week, three times, and then every day!

Finally, he was discovered.

Dinner.

At the dining table.

Sheng Hanyu's expression was displeased; looking at the extra dish on the table, he asked Sheng Zichen, "Did you bring this back from your grandfather's house again?"

The little guy was quick-witted and immediately said, "That's right, Grandfather said Dad has been working so hard taking care of Mom lately, so he specifically wanted you to eat more."

A piece of braised pork, with a perfect balance of fat and lean and an enticing date-red color, had already been placed in his own bowl, but he picked it up again and put it into his father's bowl: "You should eat more meat; Grandfather said you've lost weight."

The little guy isn't big, but he has many tricks up his sleeve.

He dodged the main issue and glossed over the fact that he had been going to his grandfather's house to learn how to cook.

"Delicious."

The meat was eaten by his father without ceremony, but the topic did not shift: "You still haven't answered my question."

"Huh? What did you ask? I'm full, I'm going to the Study."

Sheng Zichen got down from his chair and was about to run, but one sentence from his father made him stop in his tracks.

Dad said, "Starting tomorrow, you are not allowed to go to your grandfather's house."

"No way, you cannot deprive me of the right to see Grandfather; Grandfather likes me," Sheng Zichen said righteously.

"Fine, you can go to your grandfather's house, but you are not allowed in the kitchen; I will have Lao Qi supervise you."

"No, you're being unreasonable, I'm not listening, I'm not listening, I'm not listening..." Sheng Zichen protested.

But the protest was ineffective.

Since Sheng Hanyu had spoken and forbidden him from entering the kitchen, he could really only accompany his grandfather to play chess at the coffee table; the kitchen was within reach yet felt worlds away.

Grandfather was still quite cheerful, but Sheng Zichen was unhappy; after going for two days and seeing he couldn't enter the kitchen, he stopped going.

He was depressed at home for a few days, then his sister came back.

The annual youth mathematics competition was held in A Country, and Shi Ran represented Jiangzhou in the competition, winning the first prize as expected.

She didn't just bring back a trophy; she also brought gifts for everyone in the family.