After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me Chapter 397: 278: The Fool's Wife

Chapter 397: Chapter 278: The Fool’s Wife

“Xixi, this little fish seems not to like swimming anymore.”

“Don’t touch it, maybe it doesn’t like you disturbing it all the ti, can’t you just let it play freely?”

“Oh.” Liang Zheng took her hand and walked towards the main house, “Then let’s watch TV.”

Feng Jiai’s family was average, with four tiled rooms; the furniture was complete but very old.

The TV series they had was also old-fashioned, and there was no cable.

Only a few channels could be received.

Liang Zheng was watching a cartoon.

At noon, Liang Zheng suddenly ran outside.

Feng Jiai shouted a few tis at his retreating back, but he didn’t listen.

Feng Jiai didn’t bother about him either.

She just glanced at Tang Xi, seemingly thinking it odd that she, his wife, wouldn’t follow him either.

Tang Xi sat on a lounge chair in the yard, closing her eyes.

Feng Jiai’s constant chattering buzzed around her ears.

After more than ten minutes, Liang Zheng ca back.

He held a white porcelain soup bowl in his hands, walked over to Tang Xi, and handed it to her as if offering a treasure.

“What’s this?”

“Try it, drink it quickly,” he urged.

Tang Xi hesitated, “Is this, fish soup?”

She didn’t particularly like fish, probably unaccustod to the lifestyle of eating fish daily.

Seeing Liang Zheng’s earnest and radiant gaze, she bent her head down and took a sip.

There were boneless pieces of fish in it.

Very smooth and tender.

And without any fishy taste.

The flavor was excellent.

She slightly widened her eyes looking at him, “What fish is this? How co it’s different from the ones we’ve had before?”

“It is, it’s the one I ntioned to you last ti, the kind grandma said that only the special high-class restaurants outside have, Little Song’s dad ca back from sea, and today Little Song’s family cooked fish, he’s my friend, he said he’d leave a bowl for .”

His voice was cheerful and filled with smiles as he spoke.

Suddenly, Tang Xi felt a lump in her throat; he actually went to such lengths for this… She stood up.

Looking at the youth whose face and eyes were full of smiles.

Then Tang Xi raised her hand and, like petting a pup, she touched his head.

Liang Zheng dutifully lowered his head.

“Liang Zheng, you drink it.”

He was anxious, “It’s for you, I, I, I don’t drink this.”

“Liang Zheng, if there’s a chance in the future, I’ll take you to the big city for fun, okay? Like, to an amusent park, there are lots and lots of fun things, the cartoon you were watching on TV, there’s a big movie of it, and I’ll take you to see it.”

“What’s a movie?”

“A movie is…” Tang Xi pursed her lips slightly.

She didn’t know how to explain it to this young boy with the ntal maturity of a child.

After a while, Tang Xi said, “Liang Zheng, call sister, will you?”

“Sure, sure, Sister Xixi.”

Tang Xi will leave this place, tomorrow; she will take a boat with Shen Duan and leave tomorrow night.

When she first arrived here, she had been very resistant to Feng Jiai and this fool.

But now, Tang Xi wasn’t sure if her heart was too soft, or if this family hadn’t actually done any substantial harm to her, on the contrary, this fool treated her very well.

It made Tang Xi feel sowhat guilty towards Liang Zheng now.

In the evening, Liang Zheng and Tang Xi went up to the rooftop.

Liang Zheng took out his treasure and started carving.

“Sister Xixi, grandma says, now that you’re married to , you’ll always be with , right? Grandma says, marriage ans living together forever, just like I’m with grandma, later the three of us can play together.”

Tang Xi lay back with her hands under her head, looking at the dim stars.

There were no stars tonight, just a pitch-black night.

“Little Zheng, what are you making? Such a big chunk of wood.” She didn’t directly answer Liang Zheng’s question; the fervent and pure look in the young boy’s eyes made Tang Xi feel guilty, and she didn’t want to lie to him.

He was like a clean and pure little mutt.

Always wagging its tail at her.

But Tang Xi was leaving tomorrow.

Liang Zheng held a big piece of wood in his arms, he was drawing outlines on it with a pencil.

“I promised Little Song to carve a wooden coral for him. Little Song’s dad’s birthday is coming up soon, and Little Song said he wants to give it to his dad.”

Tang Xi watched Liang Zheng’s slender fingers, as if bewitched, holding the extrely short pencil, only four to five milliters left, tracing outlines on the wood.

So, he helped Little Song because of her, right?

Rembering the fish soup from this morning.

“Liang Zheng.”

Liang Zheng bowed his head, working ticulously.

At that mont, he didn’t seem like soone with the ntal capacity of a five or six-year-old child, but rather like a thinking, normal adult.