After Becoming the Villain Mother-in-Law, I Launch My Redemption Arc Chapter 89: Mother, What Are You Planning?

ng Yao arranged a small desk for Ren Zi’an and set his brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone on it.

A copy of "Thousand Character Classic," a copy of the "Student Rules," and a calligraphy practice book.

"Brother An, where have you got to in these two books?" ng Yao asked.

"I’ve finished them, but my father said, ’Reading a book a hundred tis, its aning will naturally appear.’ I haven’t read them a hundred tis yet!" Ren Zi’an replied, "My father said, the principles spoken in books are not fixed; everyone has their own understanding."

This County Magistrate is certainly not an inflexible reader.

"Your father is right," ng Yao said.

"Mother, why do you and father not live together? Other people’s fathers and mothers all live together," Ren Zi’an asked the question that puzzled him most.

"You see, the principles in books aren’t fixed. Similarly, matters in life aren’t fixed. Life doesn’t have to be lived within confines. Most people’s state of living, while not necessarily wrong, also isn’t definitely right," ng Yao contemplated and said.

Ren Zi’an’s little face showed confusion, seeming to understand but not entirely.

ng Yao gently rubbed his small head, "Brother An is good; so things don’t necessarily need to be questioned to the root, right?"

Ren Zi’an nodded, "Yes."

"Then can Brother An tell what your favorite food is?" ng Yao asked.

"Anything mother makes, I love to eat," Ren Zi’an said.

"A lying child is not good, you know," ng Yao said with a smile.

Ren Zi’an looked a bit pale, and when he spoke, his breath had a hint of fatigue, and his tongue was heavily coated.

Symptoms of indigestion were evident.

A child this age with indigestion was mostly due to not liking to eat vegetables.

Ren Zi’an felt a bit guilty; his voice lowered a lot, "I love eating at the most."

"Staying with , you won’t have a lot of at to eat," ng Yao said.

"Mother, do you not have any money? It’s okay, I have so here," Ren Zi’an unfolded his clothing, pulled out a silver note, "Mother, here, see if it’s enough; if not, next ti I see father, I’ll ask for more."

It was a silver note for a hundred taels.

"Brother An, did your father give you this silver note?" ng Yao asked.

"It’s my yearly New Year money; father converted it to a silver note," Ren Zi’an said, "Father said, one’s own money should be managed by oneself."

This family education is quite enlightened.

"So rember to keep it safe; wealth shouldn’t be exposed, and you can’t let others see the silver note," ng Yao advised.

"I won’t show it to others, only to you, Mother," Ren Zi’an said seriously, "Anything of mine can be given to Mother."

ng Yao’s heart ached slightly. This little guy, having never experienced maternal love, was thus so cautious and humble.

"I have money; I don’t need Brother An’s," ng Yao said.

"But aren’t you out of money, Mother? You can’t always have at to eat," Ren Zi’an said, puzzled.

"When I said you can’t have a lot of at, I didn’t an I have no money to buy it; it’s because, though at is good, it should be eaten in moderation. Eating too much is bad for health. Just like Brother An—when you sleep at night, aren’t you always restless?" ng Yao asked.

Ren Zi’an shook his head, "I don’t know."

"Didn’t your nanny ever tell you that you always toss and turn at night?" ng Yao rephrased.

Ren Zi’an nodded, "She did say that."

"That’s because you eat too much at; it’s hard to digest, and there’s heat in your stomach, which is why you toss and turn at night and sleep poorly," ng Yao said.

"Father said eating at helps grow the body," Ren Zi’an replied.

So, this habit of eating at was cultivated by the County Magistrate.

at is good, but even the best things need to have limits.

A child’s spleen and stomach are tender, and most easily hard.

"Eating more vegetables can also help grow the body," ng Yao said.

"I’ll listen to Mother," Ren Zi’an stopped dwelling on this issue.

"Brother An is really good," ng Yao praised.

After tidying up Ren Zi’an’s things, ng Yao noticed he looked tired, so she coaxed him to sleep. He had been worn out these days and had jolted all the way here by carriage, and soon he fell asleep.

But he kept gripping ng Yao’s fingers.

After he fell into a deep sleep, ng Yao gently pried his fingers one by one, covered him with the quilt, used a pillow to block his side, and then tiptoed out, closing the door quietly.

Zhao Dahe was still in the main hall; he felt there were so things he needed to clarify with his mother.

"If you have sothing to say, just say it outright. Don’t have that constipated look on your face," ng Yao said unkindly.

"Mother, what are you planning to do?" Zhao Dahe asked.

"What do you an, planning to do?" ng Yao was puzzled.

"I an, regarding Little Zi’an," Zhao Dahe said, "Though I don’t know what happened between you and the County Magistrate, for Little Zi’an’s sake, Mother, know when to stop. Otherwise, the one hurt will be Little Zi’an."

Why did ng Yao feel this sounded like "For the sake of the child, you shouldn’t get divorced?"

What could have happened between her and the County Magistrate? She had seen him for the first ti a few days ago, under everyone’s watch—what could have happened?

"Co, co, Zhao Dahe, tell clearly: what exactly happened between and the County Magistrate? What kind of love-hate drama have you imagined?" ng Yao asked, both crying and laughing.

"Mother, don’t..." Zhao Dahe wanted to say ’stop being so stubborn,’ but he knew if he said it, he’d definitely get beaten up, so he hesitated.

"After all, Little Zi’an has co to us. And you don’t have to worry that we won’t accept him. Although it was sudden, we know the fault doesn’t lie with Little Zi’an," Zhao Dahe changed his tone, "Little Zi’an is endearing and can’t be disliked. We all will accept him and treat him as our own younger brother."

"Why do you plan to treat the County Magistrate’s young master as your own brother? Dahe, you have your own younger brother! You can’t just because of Brother An’s status..." ng Yao said earnestly.

"Mother!" Zhao Dahe said seriously, "What are you saying? Am I that kind of person? Our willingness to treat Little Zi’an as our own brother is because he was born by you, and he is our sibling with the sa mother."

"No, Zhao Dahe, why are you also fooling around like Zhao Xiaohua?" ng Yao was utterly speechless, "Little Zi’an is five years old—five years ago, what was I doing? Don’t you rember?"

Five years ago, her original self was busy earning money to pay off debts.

"Besides, don’t you have any common sense? Is having a child an instantaneous thing? Don’t you need to be pregnant for ten months? In your mory, did you see with a big belly five years ago? Even if you don’t rember, could the villagers not rember? As a widow, suddenly being pregnant—would the village tolerate it?" ng Yao said, knocking Zhao Dahe on the head.

Zhao Dahe was dumbfounded, and it took him a long ti to co up with, "Then why does Zi’an call you Mother? And the County Magistrate sent him here?"

Would anyone send a child over if there was really no connection?

ng Yao rolled her eyes, "I’d like to know too. As for why the County Magistrate sent him over—it’s not because he is too worried about him? A hunger strike protest—which parent can withstand that?"