The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

Wang San responded indifferently.

"Oh, so it turns out that my dad is pestering me. I thought..."

Halfway through his speech, he seemed to suddenly realize something and his tone suddenly rose several degrees.

"She's been entangled by my father? Miss Wen, since you can see that, you should be able to help me solve this problem."

Wen Qingliu nodded and followed Wang San back home.

His wife was called Wang Sansao by everyone.

When I entered the room, Mrs. Wang was lying on the bed, feeling unwell.

The whole person kept screaming and crying out in pain.

"Third brother, you're back. Do you have much work to do today?"

Wang San walked over to her and helped her up from the bed.

"Madam, I'm not busy today. I've asked someone to check your body."

Wen Qingliu sat on the chair, not looking anxious at all.

"Why don't you just stay down there quietly? Why do you come to see your daughter-in-law when you have nothing better to do?"

Sister Wang San looked at her husband in confusion.

Where did this doctor come from? Why does he seem so mysterious?

"Doctor, I..."

"Be quiet, I'm not talking to you."

Third Sister Wang choked and really didn't make any sound.

Wen Qingliu turned to look at Wang San and asked his father's name.

"My father's name is Wang Tiezhu."

Wen Qingliu nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Wang Tiezhu, your three sons and three daughters-in-law are all very filial."

"When you are alive, they also have the obligation to support you."

"I've given you everything you deserve after your death, not one less. What else are you dissatisfied with that you want to come back to torture your third daughter-in-law?"

After listening to what she said, Sister Wang San also understood a little.

It's nothing more than the deceased father-in-law's unfulfilled wishes or something else.

I don’t know if it was because Third Sister Wang herself realized this matter, but the next second she sighed sadly.

The voice was still Wang Sanjie's original voice, but the meaning expressed always felt a little strange.

"I don't want to come back either, but I haven't seen the baby being born yet, I won't be able to rest in peace."

Wang San felt a little scared, after all, it was the first time he had seen such a thing.

"Your life has come to an end, death is inevitable, simply return to the human world.

Not only will it damage your virtue, but it will also harm your daughter-in-law’s health.”

"Third Sister Wang" sighed again.

"I understand what you said. I just can't bear to leave my sons and daughters-in-law, as well as my grandchildren."

Before Wen Qingliu could open her mouth to comfort her again, "Third Sister Wang" spoke again.

"Please send me off, girl. San'er, don't forget to bring my wine cup to dad tomorrow."

Wang San responded repeatedly: "I know, Dad, you can go without worry."

Wen Qingliu threw out a talisman, and then Third Sister Wang lay limply on the bed.

It wasn't long before she came to.

"Ma'am, how do you feel?"

Sister Wang San stretched lazily.

"I'm just a little tired, but my head doesn't hurt at all, and I feel much better."

Wang San held sister Wang San's hand and put her back on the bed.

"My lady, you should have a good rest. I will send Miss Wen away first."

"Hey, Miss Wen has helped our family so much, don't forget to give her some more money."

Wang San nodded: "Don't worry, my lady, I know everything."

"Miss Wen, then my wife will be fine from now on, right?"

"Correct."

Wang San gave her some silver, and the two discussed some details of building the house.

One thing is one thing, Wen Qingliu helped Wang San send his father away.

This will definitely cost you some money.

But Wang San had to be paid for helping to build the house.

But Wen Qingliu doesn’t need to pay the silver, after all, the owner of the house is Wen Zhu.

On the way back, Wen Qingliu met Wen Zhu.

"Are you going to buy some goods?"

Wen Zhu carried a lot of things in large and small bags, and even had a few bundles hanging on his back.

"I, I'm not going to propose marriage. These are the betrothal gifts for Xixi."

Wen Qingliu nodded and said teasingly: "Not bad, you really value our Xixi."

Not only Wang San but also other building teams were hired, so the house was built very quickly. It was completed in just one month.

The house isn't big, but it's definitely not small either.

It is more than enough to be used as a wedding room.

A main room connected to the dining room.

A warehouse and a kitchen were also built, as well as two side rooms on the east and west sides.

The first wing on the east side was the largest, and it was where the couple lived in the future.

Although Chen Xi is not very old, she is really good at embroidery.

Upon learning the news that he was about to get married, several of her disciples felt a little emotional.

"Master, if you get married, can you still continue to teach us needlework?"

"Master, if he treats you badly, you must tell me and I will help you vent your anger."

Chen Xi couldn't help laughing. His disciples were basically little girls around seven or eight years old, and the oldest was no more than nine years old.

"You are young, but you have a lot to worry about."

"Don't worry, if he treats me badly, I will divorce him and will never give him the chance to bully me."

Another month passed, and the auspicious day that we had long chosen arrived.

Early in the morning, Wen Zhu rode a tall horse and circled the village before going to his future wife's home.

knock knock knock.

Originally, this step should be to kick the door, but Wen Zhu felt that doing so was disrespectful.

So much so that he changed the action of kicking the door into knocking it without permission.

"Chen Xi, I'm here to marry you."

This sentence was shouted not only to Chen Xi, but also to the onlookers.

The difficult part comes after pushing open the door and entering the boudoir.

Wen Qingliu, as a member of the bride's family, had blocked the way in early on.

Wen Zhu knocked on the door again.

"Xixi, I'm here to marry you."

"You want to marry our Miss Xixi just by talking? That's too good to be true."

It was another lively occasion. They did it, wrote a poem to urge the bride to get ready, and gave a red envelope.

After the two men knelt down to pay their respects to Chen Pandi, they welcomed Chen Xi into the bridal sedan.

Chen Pandi and Wen Qingliu took a shortcut and arrived at the new house first.

"Aunt, today is a happy day. You can't cry."

Chen Pandi's eyes were a little red.

Of course, my daughter's wedding is a happy day, there is no doubt about that.

But from now on Xixi is someone else's girl.

As if he knew what she was thinking.

Wen Qingliu advised: "Xixi is just getting married. From now on, she only needs to call you mother. She is still your daughter."

"Besides, Wen Zhu loves her more, which is a good thing."

"Besides, it's not far away. You can come whenever you want."

Now Wen Qingliu's advice to her was very reasonable.

Little did he know that many years later when Xiaoqi got married, he cried like a baby.