Chapter 65： There is no regret medicine in the world

Chapter 65 There is no regret medicine in the world

Standing at the door is Jiang Erlang’s ex-wife Leng.

Her face was withered and yellow, and there was a light bruise on her cheek. She looked at Jiang Erlang with tears in her eyes.

“Erlang, I, I’m here to see the child.”

Jiang Erlang was silent, but did not let her in.

Leng took a step forward and tried to pull his sleeve, but was avoided.

Jiang Erlang took a few steps back and saw that her belly had swelled, and she was obviously pregnant.

"You are already married. Please don't come to my house again." Jiang Erlang said coldly: "The children are all very good. They have long been accustomed to living without a mother. You will embarrass them here."

Leng and Li married a forty-year-old widower in the town that month. Her mother-in-law, Mrs. Cao, received a bride price of 20 taels from him. Everyone in Dongchen Village knew about this.

A township is so big. If old ladies chatter their teeth and spread the word casually, they will not be able to cover up anything as big as a sesame seed.

It is said that the widower set up a pickle stall in the town, specializing in selling various pickles, beans, pickles, dumplings, etc., and the business was pretty good.

His ex-wife left behind a son and a daughter. However, the son fell ill and died two years ago, leaving only a teenage daughter.

Logically speaking, if Mrs. Leng gets married, she will be able to take charge of the family, and her life will not be bad. As long as she has another son and a half, the widower will not treat her badly.

I don’t know what she wants to do when she comes back now.

Leng covered her face and cried, "Erlang, do you really want to be so heartless? I just miss my child, just let me take a look..."

At this time, Erni and Huzi heard the sound and ran out of the house, standing next to Jiang Erlang and looking at the woman in front of them.

Huzi had not seen his mother for more than a year, and he no longer recognized her, so he just stared at her curiously.

Er Ni knew the woman in front of her. Even though the woman looked a little strange, she could still tell that she was her mother at a glance.

Erni did not dare to scream. She only looked at her mother with compassion, feeling a little at a loss.

“Huzi! Erni! Mother’s child…”

When Mrs. Leng saw the two children, she wanted to pounce on them, but Jiang Erlang blocked them.

"Mr. Leng! It was clearly written in our letter to Li that I will pay you fifteen taels of silver, and the child will have nothing to do with you from now on. You pressed your fingerprints on the spot."

Jiang Erlang said coldly: "My child, you have already seen it, don't dwell on it, go back to where you should go."

Even if she is not feeling well now, she should go back to her parents' home instead of seeking warmth at her own place.

Leng's eyes were filled with tears and she cried: "Erlang, I regret it, I really regret it..."

At this time, the neighbors on the left and right saw the excitement and came over with their rice bowls to watch.

Some people ridiculed: "Isn't this the Leng family? You are already married, why are you coming back now?"

“It’s not that Jiang Erlang is jealous and wants to make some money for your brother.”

“Hey, Mr. Leng, you are changing your appearance just like you are changing your book, aren’t you afraid of taking off your clothes at both ends?”

Leng ignored the villagers' ridicule and continued crying: "Erlang, for the sake of our relationship as husband and wife for more than ten years, please let me come back..."

Jiang Erlang lowered his face and interrupted her, "Ms. Leng, I advise you to go back. I'm going to get married soon. Even if you regret it, it's too late."

These words are just prevarication for Mr. Leng. He is living a good life with his children now. Although it is hard work, he is also comfortable. He really doesn't want to live the life of being accommodating in every possible way again.

"No! Erlang, how can you marry someone else? I don't agree!" Leng's voice was hoarse, and she rushed forward to hug Jiang Erlang, "Erlang, you are mine... mine... wuwuwuwu..."

Jiang Erlang wanted to push her away, but Leng stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster, holding his arms tightly around his waist.

Erni and Huzi were both stunned and didn’t know how to help their father. Even the neighbors couldn't stand it, so they kindly advised: "Sister Leng, you are already married, why are you still so entangled? I advise you to go back quickly, it will be a big deal if your husband's family knows about it."

Leng just ignored him, hugged Jiang Erlang tightly and cried, "Erlang, don't let me go, I really know I was wrong, wuwuwuwu..."

At this moment, a girl's voice sounded: "Hey, you are so shameless. You even said that you ran away to your parents' house. I didn't expect to pester a man here. Dad, have you seen it? This woman is a bitch. If you don't beat her for a day, She can go to heaven."

Ms. Leng turned around suddenly and saw her twelve-year-old stepdaughter looking at her with her arms folded and a smile on her face.

Next to her stepdaughter was her current husband Zuo Cheng, who walked over with a sullen face.

Leng Shi screamed and wanted to hide behind Jiang Erlang.

Zuo Cheng rushed up, grabbed her by the hair, and cursed fiercely: "I provide you with food, drink, clothing, and pickles for your whole family. How dare you run back to your parents' house in the blink of an eye? Come have a private meeting with me, I'll beat you to death, you're a slutty bitch."

As he spoke, he slapped her face with a snap, and half of Leng's face instantly turned red and purple.

Leng stopped crying immediately and only protected her hair and begged: "Stop fighting, I don't dare to fight anymore... Zuo Lang, I don't dare to fight anymore... Let go, there is still a baby in my belly..."

Jiang Erlang turned around and pulled the two children into the house and told them not to go out. Then he put his baskets on his back and prepared to go to the south slope.

At this moment, Mrs. Leng has been dragged away by Zuo Cheng, followed by a group of Duanwan villagers.

Yingbao was about to go to school when he saw this scene. He watched it quietly for a while and shook his head.

There is no regret medicine in the world.

For more than a year, although Mrs. Leng was married in the town, she never came back to see her children once, let alone made a pair of shoes or clothes for Huzi Erni.

 Only now would you believe it if you said you miss your children and are reluctant to part with them.

Perhaps I heard that the second uncle's family built a big tiled house and made money growing gold ears, and then he started to behave like a monster again.

Looking at the material of the clothes she was wearing, we could tell that the widower treated her well.

That man is just a little older, uglier, and a little darker, but other things are just right, and he matches the Leng family quite well.

It’s not Yingbao’s fault, his second uncle is fair and handsome, and he doesn’t look like he’s in his early thirties at all.

Now that his illness is cured and his body is getting stronger, he looks younger and healthier, and even more handsome than his father. Several unmarried girls in the village are secretly stuffing Huzi with delicious food.

Looking at Mr. Leng again, at first glance, he seems to be half a round older than his second uncle. He is very old. Compared with the plump and beautiful figure before, he is completely different from the two people.

Well, how should I put it? I didn’t know how to cherish it when I got it, and now I feel the kindness of my second uncle and want to regret it. Is there any regret medicine in the world?

When Ying Bao came to the school, she saw Chen Zhao and Sister Wen sitting together, with smiles on their faces.

“Sister Shushu, you are so amazing. I have never been able to read this passage well, but I will be able to do it once you teach me.”

While Chen Zhao was praising Wen Shu, he glanced at Ying Bao, his eyes full of provocation.

Ying Bao stepped forward, pulled Wen Shu aside like a little wolfdog guarding his food, sat down opposite Chen Zhao, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister, I will teach you that you will definitely be better than Sister Wen. Do you want to try it?"

She and Sister Wen were students in Class A, and the courses they studied were more profound than those in Class B. It was not wrong to call herself Senior Sister Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao's pretty face gradually fell, and he pursed his lips and looked to Wen Shu for help. "Sister Shushu, I..."

Wen Shu smiled and said: "I still have homework to do, so let Yingbao teach you. Although she is young, she can still be regarded as your senior sister. Our school is only about knowledge and there is no age difference. She is more than enough to teach you."

Chen Zhao…

Ying Bao raised an eyebrow at her and slapped the thousand-character essay, "I am your second senior sister. If I don't teach you ten paragraphs of essay today, I will slap your hand!"

(End of this chapter)