My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1187 - 1193: A Little Punishment

Wang Yun also felt annoyed, "Your uncle only has eyes for Qiao Duo’er; even if we starve to death, he wouldn’t care. It’s all because your grandfather was blind enough to raise such an ungrateful child."

There’s an old saying, "A man marries and forgets his mother." What is a cousin to her then?

Just as she finished speaking, the door was forcefully pushed open.

"If you think the service isn’t good enough, you can leave," Tan Zhenghong said sharply.

Finding Li Mu’er was urgent, and everyone who could be helpful was busy. It was already good enough that Ruyi found time to cook a couple of dishes; what more did they want?

"Zi Jun is still a child; he doesn’t understand anything. I was just going along with what he said,"

Wang Yun said with a forced smile.

She was only thankful that Tan Zhenghong acted quickly, or it would have been even worse if he had heard her cursing Qiao Duo’er.

"The Tan Family Temple is small; it cannot accommodate two of your size."

After saying that, Tan Zhenghong left without looking back.

Now, he could only sigh at how things had changed— the once adorable and kind-hearted were no longer visible, replaced by malicious scheming.

"Didn’t you say you had a favor with Uncle and he wouldn’t mind?" Niu Zijun sneered.

It turned out that Tan Zhenghong, because of the past, grew to despise his mother; he had no patience with them at all. Maybe he was just waiting for a chance to find fault with them to drive them out.

Wang Yun glared at Niu Zijun, "Shut up, or I’ll kill you!"

"I didn’t say anything wrong; Tan Zhenghong doesn’t want to acknowledge you as his sister. You might as well just hope that Qiao Duo’er dies soon."

"Shut up!" Wang Yun really got angry.

Actually, that was exactly what she thought, but how could she say it so openly?

If anyone else heard, all her plans would be ruined!

Niu Zijun shrank his neck, forced to eat plain vegetables and rice porridge due to hunger.

Wang Yun was still dwelling on what had just happened and didn’t notice that three tiny figures had passed under the window.

They hid under the window, discussing how to save their mother but accidentally overheard Wang Yun and her son’s conversation.

When they reached the guest room, Tangyuan opened the window, Green Group and Qin Mingrui cooperated in lifting the mosquito net and even cut a few holes in it.

That night, Wang Yun and her son would definitely "sleep well."

Half an hour later, the three little ones slipped back in to restore the scene.

"Niu Zijun is such a pig, he ate all the plum blossom cakes," Tangyuan said regretfully.

To buy time, she asked Ruyi to buy four kilograms of plum blossom cakes, but not a single piece was left.

Qin Mingrui cheekily said, "If it weren’t for his gluttony, could we have brought in so many mosquitoes? What goes around comes around."

"Let’s go back and keep our mom company; just wait and watch the drama unfold."

Green Group also rarely smiled.

These days everyone was worried because of the poison, but today they managed to find some joy amidst the suffering.

At night, the lamp in the west wing was never turned off.

"Mom, hurry up and kill the mosquitoes!" Niu Zijun, with his eyes closed, kept scratching himself, but it was still horribly itchy.

Itchy and sleepy, his temper was rising rapidly.

Wang Yun was also irritated, "Can’t you just bear with it a bit?"

The mosquito net had been gnawed by rats, she didn’t know where the mugwort and the spare mosquito nets were kept, and no one responded to her calls; what else could she do?

"Then stop sleeping and get rid of the mosquitoes for me!" Niu Zijun demanded.

"I should have never had you, you little brat!"

Wang Yun couldn’t help but complain; she was also exhausted. Couldn’t he show some sympathy for her?

Qiao Duo’er was ill and her children always stayed by her side; why was there such a big difference?