People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 284 Woo-wa-tang, woo-wa-tang, marrying a wife and wetting your pants

That evening, in the small house, Huang Ling quietly sat down by Xiao Ting's bed, tucked her daughter in, and hummed the lullaby that Xiao Ting had heard since she was a child.

"Pinching dumplings, pinching dumplings, pinching pinching pinching, chopping potatoes, chopping potatoes, chopping chopping chopping, Mom's little girl has grown up and become so graceful. When you were little, Mom hoped that you and your brother would grow up quickly, but now that you're grown up, Dad and I hope that you two will grow up slowly. Your dad and I have grown old because of you two chasing us."

Xiaoting reached out and gently stroked her mother's face with her fingertips. "Mom, you haven't sung this nursery rhyme to me in so long. You and Dad don't look old at all. My classmates all say that you and Dad look very young, not like you have two children as old as us."

Huang Ling gently grasped Xiao Ting's hand. The child had grown up and was no longer as close to adults as she had been when she was little, but at this moment, her heart was filled with warmth.

She pressed her face against her daughter's hand, then got up and gently turned off the lamp.

"Go to sleep and get some rest. Didn't your dad say in a meeting with your class that you need to balance work and rest? And don't stay up late reading novels. Can't you read them during the day? Be careful that your eyes don't end up like your dad's and you become a four-eyed person."

Xiaoting couldn't help but laugh out loud, deliberately raising her voice. "Dad, Mom says you're four-eyed."

At that moment, Zhuang Chaoying was sitting at the table, writing a novel. She looked up when she heard the voice. "Whatever your mother says goes. Besides, she's right. You can't stay up late reading novels; wearing glasses is a hassle."

Xiaoting pouted her cute little face, feigning grievance. "I knew it, Dad, you'll always side with Mom. I'm not your dear daughter anymore, I'm so sad! Time for bed."

Huang Ling laughed and patted Xiao Ting's bottom. "See? Go to sleep early."

Pengfei lay alone in the attic, his head unconsciously craning out, his eyes filled with envy.

He really envied Xiaoting and her family, whose parents could always be by their side. "Uncle."

Upon hearing Pengfei's call, Zhuang Chaoying instantly understood that the child was homesick.

He gently closed his pen, stood up, stretched his body which was stiff from sitting for so long, and steadily climbed the stairs to the attic.

"Pengfei, would you like your uncle to sing you a nursery rhyme?"

Pengfei watched his uncle's face get closer and closer, his eyes filled with anticipation. He nodded vigorously; he had never heard his uncle sing before. "Mmm."

Zhuang Chaoying reached out and gently pinched Pengfei's face, cleared her throat, and began to sing.

"Wuwatang, wuwatang, I married a wife who wets her pants, but the little wife is really clever, she picks up the needle and thread to embroider mandarin ducks."

The singing had a strong local flavor, and was a little off-key.

"Uncle, what are you singing? It's not as good as Auntie's singing."

Pengfei couldn't help but laugh out loud, the smile on his lips impossible to hide.

Zhuang Chaoying pinched Pengfei's cheek again. "I don't know who asked me to sing just now. I sang for you and you still didn't want to. You brat, do you expect me to treat you like a little girl?"

Pengfei shook his head frantically, unable to stop smiling, thinking to himself: Others sing for money, but his uncle's singing costs him his life.

Then he turned around, turned off the lamp, closed his eyes, and prepared to fall asleep.

Zhuang Chaoying went downstairs, took the fan to the attic, and turned it on for Pengfei. The attic was indeed a bit stuffy.

Only after watching the fan slowly turn did he feel relieved enough to return to his bed.

The two lay in bed, only able to hear the children's even breathing.

Zhuang Chaoying, somewhat curious, tentatively called out softly again, "Pengfei, Pengfei~~"

Seeing that no one responded, he smiled slightly, thinking that the child must be asleep.

Huang Ling was drifting off to sleep when she heard Zhuang Chaoying calling "Pengfei, Pengfei~~" repeatedly. She instantly snapped awake, gently slapping him while lowering her voice with a hint of reproach: "What are you doing, Zhuang Chaoying? You'll wake the children again." As she spoke, she turned to look at the children's room, careful not to disturb them who had finally managed to fall asleep.

Zhuang Chaoying paused for a moment after being hit by Huang Ling. He carefully moved closer to Huang Ling, and their arms touched lightly.

Huang Ling sensed the movement beside her and quickly moved further into the bed, whispering, "Go to sleep, Chaoying, I'm sleepy."

After saying that, she turned around and faced away from him.

Seeing this, Zhuang Chaoying hugged Ah Ling from behind, getting as close as possible to Huang Ling.

He picked up a towel from the side and covered the two of them with it.

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Huang Ling propped herself up and sat up.

"Zhuang Chaoying, are you ever going to stop?"

"Could you please help me?"

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Listening to Ah Ling's steady breathing as she fell asleep, Zhuang Chaoying still had an important matter on her mind.

He tiptoed to look at the clock on the wall; it was already past eleven.

Zhuang Chaoying lifted the mosquito net, then quickly closed it again, afraid that mosquitoes would fly in, and hurriedly put on her pants and clothes.

He walked to the table, reached for the keys, and casually put them in his pocket.

He then tiptoed to open the door and quickly walked out.

Once inside the courtyard, he gently pushed out his bicycle, walked all the way to the alley entrance, mounted it, and pedaled hard, heading towards the machinery factory.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Chaoying arrived at a corner not far from the machinery factory.

He glanced around warily, and after confirming there were no suspicious individuals, he silently recited the instructions and put the bicycle back on the system shelf. Then, he pulled out a letter he had already written to Zhuang Ganmei and the factory.

To make himself less conspicuous, he spent 1.2 yuan in the system store to buy a hat and wore it down low, almost covering half of his face.

After that, he walked along the base of the wall, his steps quick yet careful, toward the gate of the machine factory.

Upon reaching the door, he slipped the complaint letter containing the photos into the complaint mailbox by the door.

At this time, the main gate of the machinery factory was closed, with only the guard's small door open.

Zhuang Chaoying's eyes scanned his surroundings. Suddenly, he noticed a small stone on the ground, so he picked it up. He weighed it in his hand, then threw it forcefully towards the office building in the distance.

With a crash, the stone struck the office building's glass precisely, shattering it instantly.

The security guard was just dozing off on his bed in the duty room when the sudden noise startled him awake.

His heart skipped a beat, and his first thought was: Could it be that a thief has broken in?

There's a lot of waste material in this factory; you could easily make a good amount of money just by selling some of it.

If something really goes missing, the security guard will be in deep trouble.

Thinking of this, he didn't even bother to put on his shoes properly, and rushed out the door while shouting at the top of his lungs, "Help! Thief!"

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