The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth

The child does not teach, the father too.

The child has a bad temper and loves to get into trouble. It's because no one guides him properly that he becomes like this.

Ling Zhao's expression suddenly changed and he stared at the charcoal fire under the stove in a daze.

In her previous life, her daughter was forcibly taken away by Fan Wenxin. Can she teach the child well under her care?

Did she raise her as her own daughter?

And there is Huo Yixiu. He doesn't love her, but he wants her to give birth to his child. Has he taken on the responsibility of being a father?

Or are you like Qin Zhan, only caring about your own life and not paying any attention to your child's growth?

Thinking of this, Ling Zhao couldn't eat anymore.

"Son?" Qin Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly, repeated the word as if chewing it, laughed, and leaned his head closer to Ling Zhao, "You care about him?"

Ling Zhao came back to her senses, and was startled when she saw the handsome face in front of her, and leaned back. She said unhappily: [Why should I care? It's not my child.]

To be honest, the little fat boy really needs to be taught a lesson.

小霸王爱闯祸，没礼貌。现在还小，别人让他三分，将来若是碰上硬茬，套上麻袋把他揍成猪头，哭都没地方哭去。

The most important point is that the little fat boy has a good family background and is rich. If he is kidnapped by bad guys, it will be difficult to deal with.

But my father is unreliable and only cares about his own happiness. I don’t know whether it is lucky or unfortunate to be reborn as his son.

Ling Zhao shook her head. Qin Zhan saw her pouting and looking disdainful, but he was not angry.

He picked up a chicken wing, turned it over and sprinkled seasoning on it slowly, and said slowly: "Thank you for being pitiful to that child. When his mother was pregnant with him, she didn't want him and almost beat him. I made her give birth to him, and I will raise the child."

Ling Zhao’s eyes widened. Isn’t this a scumbag? How dare he say that the child is pitiful?

Wait, that kid's name is...Xie Xie? Qin Xie?

This name sounds meaningful. Is it to thank her for giving birth to me?

You already have children, why don’t you get married?

The child’s mother doesn’t want Qin Zhan?

But with Qin Zhan's conditions, whether in appearance or family background, he is one in a million. Many women want to help him bear children, unless the mother of the child is also very good.

Under equal conditions, if the two are not together, does that mean Qin Zhan is hopelessly a scumbag, or that the child's mother has met her true love?

Ling Zhao was stunned, and thought of several versions of the story in his mind.

Qin Zhan glanced at her and said in a deeper voice: "His mother fell in love with someone else..."

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and looked at the man in front of him with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Is it because you suffered too great a blow that you have become so cynical?

[But, since you want him, you have to be responsible for him. If you let his mother give birth to him and you don't care about him, you are not a good father.]

The grease dripped into the charcoal fire, igniting a small flame. Qin Zhan's face was calm, with the small flame imprinted in his eyes.

"I don't know how to educate a child. When he came into my hands, he was just a lump of meat. All he did was cry and eat... How about you help me educate him?"

The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling, with a slight curve at the corners of his lips, like a trapped fox seeing a life-saving straw, pitiful and begging.

Facing this handsome face, Ling Zhao was unable to refuse outright.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang, interrupting this brief weird atmosphere.

Ling Zhao tilted his head to look at his phone, saw the caller ID, and didn't answer it.

Qin Zhan glanced at her, and from an angle she couldn't see, there was a teasing smile in his eyes.

He silently placed the roasted chicken wings on her plate, as obedient as a puppy.

Ling Zhao didn't answer the phone, and the ringing continued. People at other tables looked over, and Ling Zhao had no choice but to press the answer button.

The man's deep voice came over: "Jiang Shang said you go to the hospital."

He only said half of it and paused, as if he hadn't thought about what to say in the second half.

Ling Zhao pursed his lips, freed one hand to take the silkworm pupae, scorpions and grasshoppers, put them on the grill, and waited for him to finish.

Qin Zhan glanced at her: "Do you really want to eat these things? Eh, so disgusting..."

The man frowned in disdain, making his presence felt whether in front of Ling Zhao or Huo Yixiu.

As expected, Huo Yixiu's face darkened. He stared at the tree in front of him, and his expression, which had not improved to begin with, became even darker like a dark cloud covering the clear sky.

Ling Zhao hung up the phone and texted him back: I'm eating.

After that, he ignored the phone and Huo Yixiu never called again.

Qin Zhan propped up his chin and stared at Ling Zhao with a half-smile: "Your home has been occupied by someone. Has anyone ever told you that you look like a stray kitten?"

Ling Zhao's face changed and his throat slid.

She suddenly stood up with her phone in hand: [Thank you for your hospitality, but I don’t want to have dinner with you. ]

The seat was empty. Qin Zhan stared at the insect that smelled slightly burnt, with his eyebrows raised.

Did this injection hit her sore spot?

But she didn't get angry even though he told so many jokes before.

Oh, women are so fickle.

He even helped her to deal with that arrogant female star. He really didn't care about the old friendship at all.

The phone rings.

Qin Zhan saw the caller ID, wiped his fingers, answered the phone and greeted lazily: "Auntie...well, I'm free for the time being."

……

Tianhe Temple.

On weekdays, there were not many people in the temple. A woman in black was kneeling on a cushion with her hands clasped together, looking just like other believers who came to make wishes.

Fan Wenxin knelt down beside her, closed her eyes and made a wish, muttering to herself: "Please bless me with good health. I am Fan Wenxin, a believer living at..."

She revealed her name and address, and all she lacked was her ID number.

Mrs. Li opened her eyes, glanced at the woman next to her, stood up silently, and walked to the temple keeper to donate incense money.

"No need to record my name." Mrs. Li's voice was gentle, her expression indifferent, and she looked quite detached and noncompetitive.

The temple keeper stood up and bowed to her. Fan Wenxin came over and asked, "Mrs. Li?"

She laughed: "What a coincidence."

Mrs. Li looked at her indifferently.

In her position, she can tell what is a coincidence and what is a chance encounter.

Fan Wenxin was not bothered by Mrs. Li's indifferent gaze, but she had been in the world of fame and fortune for so many years, and she didn't need to be thick-skinned to try to curry favor with those in a higher position and build connections.

Fan Wenxin's smile became reserved, and he turned to the temple keeper and said, "I want to pray for a Buddha to bring peace to the deceased."

She lowered her head slightly and whispered a few words to the temple keeper, saying that it was for the aborted baby. Mrs. Li couldn't help but turn her head and look at her again.

The temple keeper chanted "Amitabha" to Fan Wenxin and asked her to go to another Buddhist temple to talk.

Madam Li did not see her leaving and went to the Zen hall alone to copy scriptures.

She was used to staying for vegetarian food after worshipping Buddha. After a while, Fan Wenxin also came.

The food was simple and plain, and even though Fan Wenxin didn't like it, she acted calm and indifferent in front of Mrs. Li.

She stroked her belly, revealing a bit of sadness: "Mrs. Li, do you think the unborn child will blame its mother?"