Returning home, Zhang Minghui asked Jing Xiaocha, "Auntie, can I refuse the gift from Auntie Ou?"

Jing Xiaocha showed a hint of surprise, "Why not accept it? You don’t like it?"

Ou Yihan gave Zhang Minghui a pen.

Zhang Minghui handed the pen to Jing Xiaocha, "Auntie, I just don’t like Auntie Ou and don’t want her gift."

Zhang Minghui’s small face showed his displeasure, his voice carrying a hint of stiffness and stubbornness.

Jing Xiaocha thought for a moment, then said gently, "If you really don’t want it, just put the present away and don’t use it."

"Okay."

Zhang Minghui hesitated for a long time before reluctantly agreeing.

But he had other thoughts in his heart.

On this weekend, Zhang Minghui went with Ziyi to shoot an ad, because the day before, Ziyi had told him that his uncle, Wen Jin, would also be there.

Zhang Minghui took the pen that Ou Yihan had given him and handed it to Wen Jin as soon as he got in the car, "Uncle Wen, can you return this pen to Auntie Ou for me?"

"You don’t like it? Why not keep it for use?"

Wen Jin looked at Zhang Minghui with a puzzled expression, not reaching out to take the pen he offered.

Sitting on the other side, Ziyi asked with a smile, "Zhang Minghui, do you dislike Auntie Ou’s gift because you think it’s not as valuable as ours?"

"I don’t have such thoughts."

Zhang Minghui refuted without even thinking.

Ziyi raised a handsome eyebrow, looking at him with his pretty eyes inquiringly, "Why don’t you like it, then?"

"I haven’t done anything to deserve a reward. I’m not even close to Auntie Ou, so why should I accept her gift?"

Zhang Minghui’s tone was very calm, not at all like an eight-year-old child.

"Do you dislike Auntie Ou being my second uncle’s girlfriend?"

Ziyi stared at Zhang Minghui’s awkward expression for a few seconds, then suddenly took the pen from his hand and shoved it into Wen Jin’s arms, "Second Uncle, will you marry Auntie Ou?"

Zhang Minghui’s face changed, but this time, he did not refute.

Wen Jin frowned slightly, looking at the two of them, suddenly feeling a headache, "You two little kids shouldn’t be asking questions you shouldn’t or saying things you shouldn’t."

After a slight pause, he looked at Zhang Minghui with a serious expression, "Did your aunt know that you wanted to return the pen to Auntie Ou?"

"No."

Zhang Minghui’s voice lowered a notch, sounding a bit guilty.

"Then tell me why you don’t like Auntie Ou. If you can give me a reason, I’ll help return the pen for you."

Zhang Minghui stubbornly pressed his lips together, "I just don’t like her. I don’t like her being with Uncle Wen, and I don’t like her introducing boyfriends to my aunt. Uncle Wen, my aunt likes you so much, so why don’t you like my aunt?"

After asking this question, Zhang Minghui stared at Wen Jin with wide eyes.

It seemed like he wouldn’t let it go if he didn’t get an answer.

That day in the restaurant, Zhang Minghui had said something similar, and although it wasn’t the same, he managed to make things awkward.

No one expected him to directly ask Wen Jin today why he doesn’t like his aunt.

Ziyi smirked, looking at Wen Jin and Zhang Minghui, while Qing Feng, who was driving in the front, twitched his lips, pretending not to hear Zhang Minghui’s words and continued driving.

"Little Hui, you’re just a kid, you don’t understand what liking means."

"Second Uncle, who says kids don’t understand? I understand. Since Zhang Minghui wants to know the answer, why don’t you just tell him?"

Ziyi’s instigating words earned him a cold look from Wen Jin.

He chuckled, turned his head, and offered a tissue to Qingqing to wipe her mouth gently, saying, "Eat slowly, don’t choke."

"Brother, eat."

Qingqing fed the remaining food in her hand to Ziyi, it was bitten, still stained with Qingqing’s saliva. Ziyi smiled and ate it in one bite.

When Zhang Minghui saw that Wen Jin wasn’t answering his question, he looked a bit angry, "I get it, Uncle Wen likes Auntie Ou, not Auntie. Don’t tell Auntie about this, Uncle Wen."

Wen Jin said calmly, "What you should worry about now is your studies and how you’re going to make money to support yourself. Perform well when we get to the set."

"I know."

Zhang Minghui was angry with Wen Jin, and Wen Jin could only let him be angry.

**

Zhang Minghui had been out all day, while Jing Xiaocha stayed at home working on manuscripts. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She managed to finish the sections she needed to revise, but because she wasn’t satisfied with them, she deleted two thousand words.

While deep in thought, Zhang Minghui returned, driven home by Wen Jin.

"Uncle Wen, come in and have some tea."

Before Wen Ran could speak, Zhang Minghui enthusiastically invited Wen Jin in, and then, excitedly told Jing Xiaocha, "Auntie, I found a job! I can support myself now."

"What kind of job did you find?"

Jing Xiaocha asked with a smile, lifting her eyes to look at Wen Jin.

As Wen Jin walked toward the living room sofa, he replied kindly, "He helps out with odds and ends on set while Ziyi shoots commercials. Ziyi recommended him, so he was hired."

"Really?"

Jing Xiaocha’s smile grew brighter. No matter what kind of job it was, Zhang Minghui could now support himself.

Zhang Minghui nodded vigorously, as if he had instantly matured, "Auntie, I really can make my own money now. I earned fifty bucks today."

As he spoke, he dug out the money and handed it to Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha smiled as she looked at the money he was offering, "You should keep the money you earn yourself. Later, I’ll get you a piggy bank."

"Auntie, I don’t want to save it. I’ll give it to you for living expenses. Once I earn more, I can support you."

Zhang Minghui was filled with confidence in himself and the future, his eyes shining brightly.

Wen Jin watched with a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth.

In truth, how easily could Zhang Minghui find a job? There wasn’t really a need for a kid to help out on set.

However, seeing how happy he was to earn money made it worth it.

Even though Zhang Minghui used to be quite troublesome, he was still just a kid, and there was still time to guide him right.

"Since Little Hui is giving you the money, you should keep it for him," Wen Jin said kindly, and Zhang Minghui nodded immediately in agreement.

Jing Xiaocha then grinned and accepted it, "Alright, I’ll keep it for you and use it for school fees later."

Zhang Minghui attended a prestigious school, which wasn’t cheap.

This semester’s tuition was paid by Mo Xiuchen.

Jing Xiaocha had originally planned to give it to Wen Ran, but Wen Ran insisted not to, saying she’d pay for Zhang Minghui next semester.

"Auntie, I’ll work hard to earn money and won’t let it affect my studies."

Earning fifty bucks in a day, and so easily at that.

It was the first time in Zhang Minghui’s young life.

Previously, he had picked up trash, worked on construction sites carrying bricks, and could only earn a few bucks a day, both dirty and exhausting.