My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 489: Chapter 483: Could there be Someone Outside?

Chapter 489: Chapter 483: Could there be Someone Outside?

Just because he had a guaranteed interview did not mean he could slack off.

It was more crucial than ever to prove academically that the school should accept him, not just for his interview slot, but also for his true talents and skills.

Chengcheng sat diligently on a small stool, doing his homework.

His every stroke showed his dedication.

When Sisi got home from school and saw Chengcheng concentrated on his homework, she patted his head and left him alone to go play with the baby sister.

Sisi was also doing well in school.

She had been among the top students in every exam.

This was not only because she studied hard.

Tang Yuxin had left her many study materials covering subjects from the seventh grade to the twelfth.

Although these resources didn’t include specific exam-anticipating questions, they were incredibly helpful for her studies.

They even offered a comprehensive study method from pre-study, review, to post-study which was quite scientific.

She had become more efficient in her learning after using this method.

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She excelled academically since primary school.

Now in high school, she had always been among the top students, never falling out of the top five.

This relieved her parents, allowing them to focus on other responsibilities.

Her father could work on the construction job, and her mother could take care of Little Chengcheng at home.

Now, with the new baby girl in the house, Sisi had to assume the responsibility of supervising Chengcheng’s studies.

Sisi had always been in charge of Chengcheng’s homework.

Don’t mistake her day-to-day gentleness; she was very serious when it came to Chengcheng’s studies.

Otherwise, how could a mischievous boy like Chengcheng sit quietly here doing his writing homework?

Of course, it was because if he listened, he was rewarded.

If he didn’t, he got a spanking.

Few people in the family beat Chengcheng; Tang Yuxin had, and so had Sisi.

She loved Chengcheng, but she knew, as her elder sister once said, boys needed strict discipline.

If they behaved inadequately, they’d be given a spanking.

If they were still unrepentant, they would have to answer to her.

So, Sisi often severely punished Chengcheng, especially when he got into trouble.

Nevertheless, Tang Zhinian and Ren Li turned a blind eye to this, reasoning that boys were supposed to be disciplined.

Otherwise, if he continued to misbehave, there would be trouble when he grew up.

Sisi had the first go at disciplining him.

If he still didn’t listen, then his father, Tang Zhinian, would do it.

His punishments weren’t just a slap on the palm of the hand, he would spank Chengcheng until his buttocks were swollen.

As a result, Chengcheng now knew the consequences of disobedience, and he remembered the pain.

So, when it came to writing, he would quietly obey, otherwise his palms would get a beating.

Sisi patted Chengcheng’s head.

“You can go see your sister when you’ve finished writing.”
Chengcheng gnawed at the end of his pen, then firmly planted his little butt on the stool and continued writing.

Meanwhile, Sisi had gone into the house to see Little Wanqi.

Little Wanqi was very well-behaved.

She was always smiling, always emanating a soothing milky scent.

Now that she’d grown a little, her big eyes and small mouth made her absolutely adorable.

She was good with anyone who wanted to hold her.

She spent the whole day quietly and didn’t cry or make a fuss.

Even Zhang Xiangcao said, “How can Wanqi be such a well-behaved child?

She is just too good.

Chengcheng was also nice, but sometimes he was so annoying that people wanted to beat him.”
But Little Wanqi was different, maybe because she was a girl.

One smile from her, one pout, and it made people love her to their heart’s core.

Every day, Lin’s mother would come over.

She said she missed her little granddaughter too much.

She held Wanqi the instant the baby was born, and of course, they had a special bond.

Plus, Little Wanqi loved her grandmother.

As soon as her grandma arrived, she would smile happily and even kissed her grandma’s face.

This beautiful and cute little girl was truly irresistible.

Even Grandma Lin had to admit, this child was very well-behaved.

Even when Lin Yile was young, he wasn’t as well-behaved, nor was he as good-looking as this child.

When Lin Yile was a child, he looked malnourished, thin as a little chicken.

He was nowhere near as juicy and cute as Little Wanqi is now.

She had these fat little arms and legs, so pretty.

However, Grandma Lin’s frequent visits were raising some suspicions.

Even if Lin’s father was blind, he was beginning to notice something was amiss, though he remained silent.

“Where are you going this time?” Lin’s father put down his newspaper to ask his wife.

Why was she running out every day, spending less and less time at home?

She was still maintaining her routine, applying nothing more than ordinary skincare, and changing her clothes as usual.

He might suspect an extramarital affair if it weren’t so.

“I’m going to learn how to knit,” Grandma Lin shook a ball of yarn in her hand, “one for you, one for our Lele.” Of course, she didn’t mention one for her little granddaughter.

“Knitting sweaters?” Lin’s father frowned, “You want me to wear a pink one?”
“This one is for Lele.” Grandma Lin hid the yarn behind her, quietly worrying that Lin’s father had found out about her secret knitting project for Little Wanqi.

“Oh…” Lin’s father turned another page of the newspaper, seemingly indifferent.

Even so, when his wife left, he was left with a strange feeling.

Was she seeing someone outside?

This thought disturbed him.

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After quickly getting up and opening the door, he found no one outside.

The house was empty.

He couldn’t help suspecting, even getting a bit paranoid.

Just as he was submerged in these thoughts, Tang Zhinian came over to invite him for dinner.

It had been a while since they last had a meal together.

Ever since Lin was transferred to the provincial department, he hadn’t been able to eat dinner with Tang Zhinian without fearing rumors and potential negative impact on his reputation.

However, he couldn’t hold back today.

Lin’s mother was knitting that pink sweater, saying it was for their daughter.

As a father, didn’t he know his own daughter’s preferences?

When did she ever like that color?

She must be knitting it for some other man’s child.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

He wasn’t to blame for suspecting, nor for overthinking.

Couldn’t he worry?

It was so strange.

While drinking with Tang Zhinian, he began complaining about his wife’s unusual behavior.