Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting are preparing for university.
The two of them are packing up their things for freshman registration.
Luggage is definitely sothing you need to bring.
Nowadays, most universities have dormitories; there’s no option for off-campus accommodation.
If that weren’t the case, Song Moting would definitely trick his wife into moving out and living with him outside, especially since their ho is so close to the dormitory.
Unfortunately, that’s not possible.
"Tomorrow when we go to register, let’s have Xiao Li help us take our luggage to the school. Had I known earlier, I would’ve had Jia Shu apply to your school, otherwise there’s no one to help us. I can’t even go into the girls’ dormitory."
Song Moting complained about not being able to enter the girls’ dormitory, being a man.
Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed, "You can’t be so selfish. Just because you want soone to take care of your wife, you’d make Jia Shu go to the sa school as ? You have to see if she’s willing to do that. Jia Shu applied to a teacher’s college; she wants to beco a teacher and educate people.
Can we be the sa? I wouldn’t make my friends accommodate and go to the sa school for that. Studying dicine and becoming a teacher—those are two different paths. Actually, Jia Shu has a pretty good personality for being a teacher."
Jiang Xiaoxiao sowhat missed everyone.
"Yes! My dear, you’re full of logic; Jia Shu would make a good teacher. I think you care more about Jia Shu than about ; sotis I feel jealous. Why don’t you skip the volunteer gathering tonight? You’ll probably completely forget about once you see Jia Shu."
Even Song Moting felt he was being overly jealous.
He was even jealous of Jia Shu.
Jiang Xiaoxiao hugged Song Moting’s waist from behind, making Song Moting pause and smile proudly.
His wife still cares about him.
"How could you compare Jia Shu with you? Jia Shu is my lifelong friend; you are the man who will accompany in my old age, who will be my partner, the father of my child."
Jiang Xiaoxiao spoke emotionally, knowing sotis Song Moting needed a bit of coaxing.
This man really responds to this kind of talk.
Song Moting turned around and hugged Jiang Xiaoxiao, "I know, I’m not really jealous; I just want your attention to be all on . I can’t stand your attention being on others."
Jiang Xiaoxiao pinched his nose, "Then you’ll have endless jealousy. Once I have the baby, my attention will never be on you again. It’ll all be focused on the little one in my belly. Who knows how long you’ll be jealous for then."
She reached out to touch her belly—just two months along, and there’s been no change yet.
Her belly hasn’t even started to show.
Song Moting slumped his shoulders.
"I get it—ever since we had the baby, I’ve got no status. If I’d known, I would’ve waited a bit longer to have kids, so we could enjoy our ti together as a couple. This little brat—a once he arrives, I’ll start training him daily, and by the age of three, he’ll have to be able to live independently.
Then we can resu our couple’s ti together."
He made up his mind fiercely.
Jiang Xiaoxiao chuckled, "But you said it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl—you’ll love them both! Yet now you’re calling it a brat; how can you be sure it’s a boy? What if it’s a girl? They say daughters are their father’s little sweethearts from the past life. Would you be willing to be so harsh with your little sweetheart?"
She was hoping for a daughter.
Song Moting glared, "If it’s a girl, I’ll definitely send her to your mom to raise. If she’s here with Bai Yiyi, that other brat, she’ll definitely pick up bad habits.
That Bai Yiyi always competes with for your attention, and if another one cos along to compete, how am I supposed to live my life? Having a wife is like not having a wife."
Whenever he thought of Bai Yiyi, he gritted his teeth, as Bai Yiyi lived with the Song family.
Her sweet talk and ability to entertain were liked imnsely by Old Mrs. Song and Old Sir Song.
Originally, Jiang Xiaoxiao quite liked Bai Yiyi too, but Bai Yiyi really overdid it—she couldn’t resist.
At night, she even squeezed into the sa bed with Jiang Xiaoxiao, hugging her tightly without letting go, resulting in Song Moting often being forced to sleep in the guest room.
Whenever Bai Yiyi was ntioned, Song Moting was filled with frustration.
Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed heartily.
"Xiao Xiao, soone is here for you."
Bai Yiyi knocked on the door from outside.
Jiang Xiaoxiao happily went out; Song Moting wore a straight face.
Bai Yiyi shrunk her shoulders; she always felt that Brother Song’s gaze wasn’t friendly when he looked at her, as if he wanted to beat her up.
But she hadn’t done anything—everyone at ho liked her, from grandpa and grandma to Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Why didn’t Brother Song like her?
She figured she had to think about how to win over this Brother Song.
Jiang Xiaoxiao went downstairs and saw Wu Pingxuan and ng Ran’s couple sitting on the sofa.
Old Mrs. Song and Old Sir Song went out to et old friends today.
As soon as Wu Pingxuan saw Jiang Xiaoxiao, she suddenly stood up.
Jiang Xiaoxiao paused, wondering what’s going on.
Was she going to start a fight?
Not likely, as Jiang Xiaoxiao and Wu Pingxuan practically had no interaction.
"Do the two of you have anything to say?"
Song Moting went to stand next to his wife, supporting Jiang Xiaoxiao’s waist, ready to defend her.
Would they dare bully his wife?
Coming all the way here to pick a fight?
Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting sat down.
With a tea table separating them.
Bai Yiyi wisely returned to her room.
This was an adult matter and had nothing to do with her.
ng Ran looked at Wu Pingxuan, who had a reluctant expression, knowing his wife couldn’t let go of her pride.
This was ultimately a question of dignity, wasn’t it? One couldn’t insist on dignity if they wanted a child. Besides, this disgraceful situation was mostly not his doing. If his wife had been straightforward and drank that concoction earlier, they wouldn’t be groveling here right now.
"Doctor Jiang, we’re here today specifically to apologize to you; my wife did indeed speak too harshly last ti. We’re sincerely here to say sorry. Xuanxuan, speak up!"
Wu Pingxuan pursed her lips—her heart uncomfortable, but her rational mind told her this was not the ti for small tantrums.
She gritted her teeth!
"Doctor Jiang! I’m sorry!"
On hearing this, it seed quite sincere.
Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly understood.
"Oh, you’ve learned about Ningshan’s wife’s pregnancy, I see?"
This person was so arrogant when they last t, yet now acted awkwardly even when apologizing, clearly with reluctance deep down.
Once considering oneself superior, now having to ask others, forced to swallow their pride.
"We’ve heard your dicine is really incredible."
ng Ran hurriedly said sothing nice.
Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed, "There’s no need for apologies—just as long as you two don’t go around calling a charlatan; I’ll be satisfied. I’m feeling a bit under the weather and need to go lie down upstairs. You folks take care."
Thinking that with the Wu family’s backing, an apology would smooth things over quickly.
What a naiveté.
Not that they’ve clarified whether she’s part of the Wu family yet—the answer remains irrelevant when there’s bullying involved.
She’d been bullied enough in her past life, and if she were bullied the sa way again in this life, that’d be her own fault.
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