Jiang Xiaoxiao was holding a bowl of paste while Song Moting stood on a stool pasting the couplets.
"Slow down, slow down. It’s a bit crooked here, move a little to the left. Yes, that’s perfect now."
Song Moting skillfully pasted the couplets and when he jumped down, he watched Jiang Xiaoxiao with her face turned up, softly directing his actions in an intimate and casual manner.
He couldn’t help but pinch her cheek, soft and smooth, just like the touch he felt in the dark.
Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed and dodged his big hand’s playful attack, and Song Moting held her in his arms. The two exchanged a smile.
From a distance, Wu Weiguo watched the two standing side by side, snapped out of his daze, and his gaze finally fixed on the distinct hand on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s shoulder, realizing this child looks exactly like him.
Seeing a girl who is a spitting image of him, there was a momentary shock when he saw Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face, and it took quite a while to come back to his senses.
Wu Weiguo quietly turned to leave, not needing any confirmation. He could feel it, from the first glance at this girl, that undeniable sense of familiarity allowed him to be certain that Jiang Xiaoxiao was his daughter.
Ye Hua, that wicked woman, hurt him not enough, and yet...
When Wu Weiguo found Wu Fei, Wu Fei thought she was hallucinating.
This uncle had not been in contact with the family since getting out of prison, except for the first family dinner which was tasteless; it was almost as if this uncle was absent, unnoticeable, and no one felt like there was an extra person in the Wu family.
Of course, that was also because Wu Weiguo lived alone in the old house.
To be approached today was really unprecedented.
Wu Fei was simply flattered.
She cautiously glanced at Wu Weiguo, "Hello, Uncle!"
Sitting opposite, Wu Fei felt she was suffering alive.
Wu Weiguo was actually very gentle, with a smile on his face, but for some reason, behind that gentle smile was a suffocating pressure.
Especially today, Wu Weiguo’s gaze at her carried a hint of ferocity.
Wu Fei felt herself trembling slightly.
"Wu Fei, don’t be afraid, we’re just having a casual chat! Uncle is really bored by himself and wants someone to talk to."
Wu Weiguo poured tea for Wu Fei. This was a teahouse, a place he loved coming to.
Wu Fei turned pale, was Uncle just bored?
If you’re bored, why did you ask me to chat?
The problem was indeed, Uncle chose this place, where there’s not a soul in sight.
In the vast teahouse, there was only one waiter and a cashier standing behind the counter like a post, no one else was around.
She and Wu Weiguo were also people, after all.
"Uncle, what would you like to talk about? I don’t have much to say either."
What a terrifying atmosphere.
Wu Weiguo took a sip of tea, it was light, to his taste.
"Do you have any good friends now that you’re older? When I was your age, I had a lot of friends I could talk to."
Wu Weiguo really didn’t want to beat around the bush, he was tired, angry, and at this moment didn’t want to handle things in his usual style.
The person behind the counter almost spat out water.
Uncle Wu, you’re really something.
Going straight to the point!
Aren’t you afraid your niece will notice something?
When did Uncle Wu change his style?
Also realizing that the fox was angry.
He wouldn’t act this way otherwise.
"Uncle, do you still have good friends? It seems like you’re always alone, never interacting with anyone. I thought you had no friends."
After saying this, Wu Fei felt a little regretful; how could she talk to her uncle like that?
Wasn’t that openly offending him? Everyone knows why Uncle has no friends.
After coming out of prison, who would want to be friends with someone like that? Wasn’t she pouring salt on his wounds?
"Haha, Uncle, I didn’t mean it that way, I just... hey, Uncle, let me tell you, I really have a particularly good friend. To be honest, those friends I usually have, they’re just drinking buddies.
In my dad’s words, those people aren’t worth trusting, for eating and drinking maybe, but not true friends. I understood before, but couldn’t find anyone who truly connected with me.
Let me tell you, I’ve made a very good friend, she’s really something special. Her name is Jiang Xiaoxiao. I like her a lot, she’s not only sincere but also upright.
I’ve never met a woman like her, with exactly what she says, she absolutely wouldn’t indulge or cover for me. Her heart is very kind, very good. Let me tell you a secret.
After Xiaocheng had surgery, you know his health hasn’t been good, even received a critical condition notice, it was my friend Jiang Xiaoxiao who saved Xiaocheng.
You should see my third aunt now, she’s always around Jiang Xiaoxiao, almost worshipping her like a goddess."
Wu Fei hoped her awkward transition would make her uncle not notice her thoughtlessness.
Sure enough, Wu Weiguo looked at Wu Fei with interest, full of encouragement.
"Really, Jiang Xiaoxiao is truly amazing! From how you describe her, she seems like a great person. But I’ve never heard of the Jiang family, is there such a prestigious family named Jiang in the Jingbei circle? See, I’ve been in for so many years, I’m not familiar with these things."
His sigh made Wu Fei feel a pang of pity in her heart.
Looking at her uncle’s listless face, he seemed to be hurt by her words.
Quickly explaining, "Uncle, Xiaoxiao’s parents aren’t from a notable family, they’re just ordinary workers. Actually, they’re not her biological parents either, but let me tell you, although they’re not her biological parents, they love her more than if they were. She is also very filial to them.
Sometimes I envy Jiang Xiaoxiao. They’re not her biological parents, yet they worry about everything for her, always thinking of their daughter. My parents are biological! Yet I don’t see them for days! I have parents yet it seems like I don’t, and she has false parents who treat her so well."
Wu Weiguo’s eyes lit up; not biological parents, yet Jiang Xiaoxiao’s adoptive parents treated her very well.
This child apparently didn’t suffer much growing up; maybe there were material shortcomings, but there was no lack of parental affection and care.
Feeling slightly comforted.
"How could they not be her biological parents? There must be some story here, come, tell Uncle this story."
A gossiping look instantly brought Wu Fei and Wu Weiguo closer.
Who knew the aloof uncle was such a gossip enthusiast.
Seeing his engaged demeanor, more gossiping than the women she knew.
Wu Fei looked at her uncle sympathetically, automatically creating a scene in her mind about Wu Weiguo, using gossip to entertain himself in prison, which must have formed this habit.
Wu Weiguo felt the compassionate gaze from his niece and was puzzled, wondering what his niece was thinking?
What was with that look?