"If I don't ask you, who should I ask?" Su Yunzhi got angry at him for talking nonsense. "The house, the car, and the savings are all yours, so of course you have to make the decisions."
Shen Wujun: "You should have said that earlier. I wouldn't have objected to giving my older sister the house, car, and savings as her dowry."
"..." Su Yunzhi looked at his roguish manner and picked up the cushion behind her and threw it at him. "You're a grown man in your mid-twenties, and look at you. When I talk to you about serious matters, you can't even be proper."
Shen Wujun sat up straighter: "I'm being serious. I'm still young and don't want to get married or have children. I don't think I'll need my savings or car yet. I'll give them all to you, sister."
Su Yunzhi wanted to beat him up again.
Mr. Shen tugged at her arm and said, "Alright, let's not discuss this with him anymore. Let's discuss it together and handle it."
Su Yunzhi: "Don't blame me for being biased. I would definitely not be willing to give you my savings, house, and car. As the saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry. I definitely have to think about the future."
Mr. Shen: "Don't say you're unwilling, I'm definitely not willing either."
Hearing him say that, Su Yunzhi was quite pleased: "You give me 200,000, and I'll make the decision for Junjun to give me 1 million. I won't touch the house and car under my name."
One million was already beyond Mr. Shen's expectations. "That's enough. Besides that, there's something else I want to discuss with you."
Su Yunzhi: "What is it?"
Mr. Shen: "Our family doesn't have anything particularly impressive, but the wine you brew is quite good. I'm thinking of bringing a few jars of wine from the cellar this time."
Whether it's distilling or brewing, Su Yunzhi is a well-known figure in the surrounding villages. Over the years, whether entertaining guests or hosting banquets, people have always told Mr. Shen not to buy any wine; they insist on drinking Su Yunzhi's brew.
With nothing else to do, Su Yunzhi took advantage of a good year to distill and brew a lot of wine, which she stored in the cellar where she used to store sweet potatoes. She said that when her son got married, she would invite the whole village to drink the aged wine and make everyone overjoyed.
Su Yunzhi glanced at him. "When I asked you to help put away the wine vats, weren't you quite disgusted?"
Mr. Shen, feigning ignorance, said, "No, you must have remembered it wrong."
Su Yunzhi snorted coldly, paused for two seconds, and said, "Exactly ten vats have been sealed. It doesn't matter if it's a son or a daughter. You can take five vats."
Mr. Shen chuckled and tried to playfully ask, "Isn't five cylinders too many?"
Su Yunzhi rolled her eyes, too lazy to talk to him, and asked Shen Wujun, who was sprawled on the sofa playing on his phone, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Shen Wujun was engrossed in scrolling through Weibo and didn't notice what they were talking about at all, so he replied perfunctorily, "No."
Su Yunzhi saw that his eyes were almost glued to his phone, and felt another wave of annoyance: "You're always holding your phone all day long, I think you'll go blind sooner or later."
"I'm just relaxing at home, aren't I? Dad, Mom, look at these kittens, aren't they our furry friends?" Shen Wujun said, holding up his phone in front of Su Yunzhi and the others.
Mr. Shen's eyesight is failing, and he could only make out the kitten on the screen from a distance: "Tsk, isn't this ours? That sleeping posture is just like when it ate its fill and then lined up on the sofa."
Su Yunzhi leaned closer: "How did this end up on your phone?"
Shen Wujun: "I saw it on Weibo."
Su Yunzhi: "What is Weibo?"
Shen Wujun was too lazy to explain: "It's just like scrolling through your WeChat Moments."
Su Yunzhi: "Then who posted this?"
Shen Wujun: "I don't know either. I found it on a pet blogger's page."
After a short while, Shen Wujun asked again, "Has anyone posted photos and videos of the cats online these past few days?"
Su Yunzhi and Shen's father exchanged a glance and shook their heads: "Neither your father nor I know how to do these things."
"Who posted this?" Shen Wujun was a little puzzled, but didn't care too much. "I'll ask my older sister later to see if they posted it online and then it was forwarded by someone."
Su Yunzhi didn't understand these things, but she was worried about one thing: "Will it be okay if it's posted online?"
"It should be fine." Shen Wujun tapped the screen below the video to show her, somewhat proudly: "Look, everyone is praising how cute the kids are."
Mr. Shen quickly came over, overjoyed inside, but on the surface he was extremely proud, "Don't you even know whose child this is?"
Not satisfied with just reading, Shen's father snatched Shen Wujun's phone and started scrolling through the comments himself.
Among the more than 1,000 comments, the comment "awsl, these babies are so cute, I want to pet them" was posted several hundred times.
Mr. Shen stared at it for a long time but still couldn't understand: "What do 'awsl' and 'rua' mean?"
Dad couldn't understand these trendy internet slang terms at all, so he asked them word by word using pinyin.
Upon first hearing the pinyin, Shen Wujun didn't react at all. He leaned over to take a look and said, "awsl means I'm dead, and rua means to touch and kiss."
"How could someone just die like that..."
"Oh, it's just a way of describing it. I think the baby is just too cute, I can't put it into words."
Mr. Shen was fairly satisfied with this explanation, so he clicked on the video to watch it again, and became more and more engrossed in it. "How can the little ones be so cute?" he exclaimed.
Shen Wujun yawned. "Alright, I'm going to sleep now. If you want to see the baby, go ask your sister."
Mr. Chen handed the phone back to him. “We’re leaving first thing tomorrow morning. Go to bed early and make sure you look presentable tomorrow.”
Shen Wujun walked upstairs, waving his hand as he went: "I know, you guys should go to sleep early too."
Mr. Shen said a few more words behind him, but Shen Wujun only let them go in one ear and out the other. When he reached the corner, he went upstairs while looking at his phone.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he heard a child crying. He paused, confirming it was his niece crying. After hesitating for a moment, he went to Shen Wuqiu's door, listened intently, and heard voices inside before knocking.
"Sis, still awake?"
Inside the room, Shen Wuqiu was angry with Gu Lingyu. Hearing his voice, she subconsciously pulled down her clothes that she had lifted up and called out, "I'm getting ready to sleep. Is something the matter?"
"It's nothing, I just heard my niece crying and came to check on her. What's wrong with her?"
Speaking of this, Shen Wuqiu glared angrily at the cat that was pretending to be dead, "It's nothing, Da Mao is just hungry."
"Hungry? Is there no milk? Should I go downstairs and make some formula for Da Mao?"
Shen Wuqiu didn't want to trouble him, "No need, you should go and rest. You've been traveling all day and it must be tiring."
Shen Wujun didn't insist: "Then I'm going to sleep. Call me if you need any help."
After taking a couple of steps, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, sis, has anyone posted the kids' videos online? I saw them on Weibo."
"Huh? We don't have it... Oh right, Xingxing said she was going to send it."
"No wonder. Alright, you should all get some rest too."
"Okay." Shen Wuqiu replied, and when she heard the footsteps outside disappear, she felt annoyed and wanted to reach out and pinch the other person's ear. "You really are..."
When she reached out her hand halfway, she realized that the cat's ears had turned into fluffy fur, and its whole face was unnaturally red. "...What's wrong with you?"
A note from the author:
There have been so many things going on lately. My parents haven't been feeling well and I have to take care of them. Just when they were finally feeling better, my sister suddenly developed acute appendicitis.
Dear fairies, please take good care of your health.
Additionally, I've highlighted these casual conversations separately; you can skip them if you don't like them.
Chapter 112
Gu Lingyu had a tearful face, her lips trembling as she breathed out, unable to utter a single word for a long time, as if she had eaten something spicy that made her speechless.
Shen Wuqiu had never seen her like this before. Her heart raced with panic. She glanced down at Da Mao, who was smacking her lips and sobbing, and gently rocked her a couple of times to comfort her. Forgetting all about her, she hurriedly unscrewed her thermos from the bedside table and brought it to Gu Lingyu's lips: "Do you want some water? Where are you feeling unwell? I'll go find Mom and Dad..."
Gu Lingyu quickly reached out and grabbed her, then gulped down a few mouthfuls of water from her hand.
The warm water diluted the lingering sourness, and Gu Lingyu seemed to come back to life. "Lemons are awful, so uncomfortable..."
"..." Shen Wuqiu was both angry and amused. She pursed her lips, suppressing her laughter, and reached out to pinch her cat ear. "You really are..."
It really is—what, she couldn't say.
Actually, she wasn't as angry as she had imagined; in fact, she even felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
Shen Wuqiu lowered her eyes, sighed softly, and slowly changed her pinching motion to a gentle rubbing. "Are you still in pain?"
"..." Her gentleness flattered Gu Hanhan, who suddenly widened his eyes and looked at her: "You, you're not angry anymore..."
Shen Wuqiu turned her face away, bent down and picked up Da Mao, who was still crying. "Does being angry help?" She glanced at the cat ears moving on Da Mao's head and said, "Look at the state you're in."
Gu Lingyu rubbed her face, not caring much, and said, "Don't worry, it's okay. Da Mao is fine too. We just have a sensitive sense of taste and don't like strong smells, especially such an unpleasant one."
Shen Wuqiu gave her a reproachful look, "Childish."
Gu Lingyu didn't dare to reply. She glanced at Da Mao, who was crying sadly, and said with disdain, "You've already fed her so much warm water. Besides, she only tasted a little bit. How could she be so uncomfortable? I think she's just being affectionate with you."
"..." Shen Wuqiu really didn't know what to say. "How old is she? How old are you? Do you look like a mother at all? Holding a lemon in your mouth... How could you even think of that?"
This story goes back to twenty minutes earlier:
At that time, the three little ones, who had already learned to feed themselves, were full and rolling around in the rocking crib, while the little one who still wanted milk was still there.
She nestled in her mother's arms, whimpering and searching for milk.
One of the cats volunteered: "Right now, only Big Fur is drinking milk. There's plenty of milk, so she might choke. Let me suck some out for her first."
To be honest, the mother of the child was a little skeptical of her sudden kindness, but the cat said, "You said it yourself, this is my baby too. Who told this baby to be so delicate?"
It was rare to see such a well-behaved cat; Shen Wuqiu even thought that this cat had truly developed the demeanor of a mother.
Who knew that when the cat who said she was going to the bathroom to brush her teeth came back, she had secretly taken a bite of lemon, then quietly smeared it on her little cherry, and then let her own little one suck a mouthful of lemon first...
She really went to great lengths to wean her child.
However, the cat showed no shame or guilt whatsoever, and ruthlessly shifted the blame: "It wasn't my idea, Stephen Chow told me."
"..." Two idiots together, that's just awful.
Shen Wuqiu took a deep breath. She was actually a little confused: "It's not like I don't have milk, so why are you so unwilling for the child to drink my milk?" Thinking of something, she asked cautiously, "Is it because your child grew up drinking my milk that he's not close to you anymore?"
Gu Miaomiao stared at her with wide eyes, then looked hurt: "Why would you think that? No, how could you think that?"
Well, Shen Wuqiu actually realized that her last question was a little hurtful. "I just don't understand..."
Gu Miaomiao felt wronged and didn't want to talk. She stood there with her head down, staring at her toes.
Shen Wuqiu tilted her head to look at her: "Are you angry?"
Gu Miaomiao turned her face away, refusing to meet her gaze.
"I...I didn't mean anything by it...it's just..."
“The children are not as delicate as you think. Even the seemingly most delicate Da Mao is ten thousand times stronger than the average child.”
Gu Lingyu looked up at her and said seriously, "For me, children are very important, simply because I am the clan leader. As the only female in the clan for thousands of years, it is my destiny to reproduce for my clan, and I cannot shirk it."