Hearing this, Zhu Jing smiled.
The “Living King of Hell” was renowned in the Northwest Military District, but he was also the most popular man in the family housing compound. Many people had tried to introduce their younger sisters or nieces to him.
Unfortunately, the Living King of Hell had rejected them all outright.
Zhu Jing leisurely teased, “There was no chance before, and now it’s too late. The Living King of Hell is already married—no more hope! Hahahahaha!”
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman who had asked the question quietly left.
That woman was Qin Jin’s wife—Zhao Dongmei.
When she returned home and looked at the cramped room, her eyes were filled with overwhelming hatred.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned her gaze toward the entrance.
Qin Jin scanned the room. Though the allocated space wasn’t large, it was still much better than a shared dormitory.
Trying to comfort her, he said, “At most, we’ll have to wait two months before we can move into a two-room house.”
Only the team leader was eligible for a two-room flat.
That meant two separate rooms, plus a kitchen and a bathroom.
“It’s not fair.”
Qin Jin walked over to Zhao Dongmei, reached out, and held her ice-cold hands, speaking softly, “There’s no such thing as fair or unfair. You promised me that we came to the Northwest to live a good life.”
Although he had married his late brother’s widow, he truly cared for Zhao Dongmei.
He genuinely wanted to build a life with her.
The resentment in Zhao Dongmei’s eyes gradually faded. She bit her lip and nodded.
“Mm.”
After watching The Seven-Colored Deer, the children’s faces were filled with satisfaction.
Even though Xiao Pihou had already seen it once before, he was still completely drawn in on his second viewing.
“This cartoon is so good!”
Wen Ci smiled gently and asked, “So, do you all want to watch more cartoons tomorrow?”
“Yes!”
“Tomorrow, each of you must write a review essay about The Seven-Colored Deer for me. Once you finish, I’ll let you watch another cartoon.”
In an instant, all the children—except for Xiao Shitou—groaned in complaint.
They were already in elementary school and understood what writing an essay meant.
Only Xiao Shitou, who had just started kindergarten, was clueless.
Xiao Pihou pouted and blinked his big eyes, attempting to act cute and beg.
“Pretty Sister, can we skip the essay?”
“You can,” Wen Ci paused, then added, “but then no cartoons.”
Xiao Pihou: “…”
After hesitating for a long moment, he made up his mind.
It’s just a review essay, right?! Fine, I’ll write it!
“How many words does it need to be?”
Wen Ci thought about it.
Education resources in the Northwest were poor. Even though Xiao Pihou was in fifth grade, he had barely learned much.
For an average elementary school student, a typical essay was around 500 words. But Wen Ci felt that 500 words might be too much for them.
“Three hundred words. Is that okay?”
Xiao Pihou nodded rapidly. “Yes, yes!”
“What about us?” Ah Hua asked.
Wen Ci replied, “Two hundred words.”
Ah Hua and Ah Wang were only in third grade and had probably never written a proper essay before.
Two hundred words—including punctuation—was already a small amount.
Suddenly, knocking came from outside the courtyard.
It was Xiang Qin, holding a lantern. She called out, “Time to go home~”
Wen Ci led the children to the courtyard, looking at Xiang Qin with a smile.
“I was just about to take them home.”
“No need, we’ll pick them up.”
As she spoke, Xiang Qin lifted Xiao Shitou into her arms. He was the youngest, and it was too dark for him to walk safely.
“You guys, say goodbye to Auntie.”
“Goodbye, Pretty Sister!”
Wen Ci smiled. “Don’t forget to write your review essay!”
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