The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 524: The Fifties Cannon Fodder Stepchild 3

Perhaps having learned something from the unlucky brat, the next day, Old Wang from next door—no, Director Wang—showed up with several large bags of gifts to apologize and check on the person.

He wore a crisp, neat gray-blue Zhongshan suit, his figure tall and upright, his features the most admired handsome and heroic type of this era, his smile gentle and courteous.

It was undoubtedly Old Wang from next door. Judging by his face, one couldn't tell at all that he was a ruthless character who lived off women.

Behind him followed a cowering Wang Yong Hua, his eyes darting around, clearly having been disciplined once. He was also the chief culprit behind this whole farce.

Hmph, you little brat!

Seeing the arrivals, and with her back to the adults, An Ning glared with wide eyes, shooting him a fierce, dagger-like look.

Yet, with just that one glance, Wang Yong Hua was instantly stunned stupid, blurting out:

"You really aren't dead?"

Well, turns out he's a real blockhead!

Thinking this to herself didn't stop An Ning from puffing out her cheeks, her eyes full of dancing little flames, looking very much like she was ready for another eight hundred rounds of battle.Of course, before she could charge out, she was gently yet firmly scooped back by a hand.

Just like this person's appearance, Ms. Wei's voice was exceptionally gentle, but the words that came out of her mouth:

"Aiyo, Comrade Wang, this is really so embarrassing. Ning Ning, this child, just suffered a mishap yesterday, so her temper is unavoidably a bit big today."

Well, now he's 'Comrade' again.

Wang Ming De inwardly clicked his tongue, yet his gaze couldn't help but pause on the person opposite.

While her cheap father was still around, although he was a bit too free with his hands and most of the money he left behind was taken by Old Li Shi under the pretext of 'safekeeping,' Jiang Jian Ye was still quite willing to spend on this beautiful wife.

Coupled with Comrade Wei Qiao's considerable skill in handling people, there were still a few nice outfits in the home's wardrobe at this time.

Today, Wei Qiao wore a slightly sweet apricot-colored floral-patterned padded jacket. Apart from woolen coats that could only be bought in large department stores, the padded jackets of this era often looked bulky. However, on this person, it somehow looked exceptionally graceful. To put it crudely, the waist was a waist, the hips were hips, all very distinct. Her jet-black long hair was loosely tied back, with only a few slightly messy strands left in front of her forehead.

Pretending not to notice the gaze from the person opposite, Comrade Wei Qiao continued to greet them politely yet with a hint of distance.

Hey, this routine, he was familiar with it!

Director Wang couldn't help but scoff inwardly. Weren't these all tricks he, Old Wang, had used up long ago?

Thinking this to himself didn't stop Wang Ming De from secretly giving his unlucky son an unusually hard kick:

"Yong Hua, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to the young lady!"

Feeling that his dad was serious this time, Wang Yong Hua didn't dare to act defiant anymore. After all, unlike his grandparents and his late mother who would give him the moon if he asked for a star, this biological father of his really would hit him.

Plus, the blood on An Ning's head that day had genuinely left a shadow on this brat.

After squirming for a long while, he reluctantly stepped forward and apologized:

"S-sorry!"

His answer was a cold snort from An Ning, who didn't even spare him a glance.

Hey, Wang Yong Hua, who had a similarly explosive temper, almost erupted on the spot. Of course, he was ultimately subdued by his father's pair of cold, ruthless big feet.

After dealing with his son, Wang Ming De then turned to the others with a beaming smile:

"Ah, this must be Ning Ning. Indeed a sharp and capable good child, no wonder your mom often mentioned you to Uncle before."

"Right, I heard Ning Ning likes date paste cakes the most... Uncle specifically bought these from next door before coming today, they're still warm!"

As his words fell, before the little flames in An Ning's eyes had even died down, a large paper bag of warm date cakes was placed in her hands.

Tsk, he really knows how to handle things!

Looking back at her own mother, An Ning then deftly accepted them. Before pulling her sister back to their room, she didn't forget to stick her tongue out at the little brat.

Wang Yong Hua, firmly suppressed by his old man:

Darn it, you dead girl, you really infuriate this young master!

In any case, who knows what the two adults talked about. Right up until they left, the angry look hadn't faded from Wang the brat's face.

On the other hand, the brat's father, Old Wang from next door, secretly rubbed his hands while moving his bicycle.

Although he felt some regret that the beauty was aloof, and after being tantalized all day without gaining any real advantage, seeing that An Ning was indeed alive, kicking, and completely fine today, he did breathe a sigh of relief when leaving.

Tsk, as if he couldn't see it! This future wife of his looked gentle and soft, spoke softly and gently, but actually held grudges fiercely in her heart!

If nothing happened, fine. But if something really did happen, no matter how beautiful she was, no matter how much he itched for her, to be honest, even for his son's sake, he, Wang Ming De, really wouldn't dare to marry her and bring her home.

Of course, in Director Wang's eyes, the most important thing was still his own future.

Yong Hua's mother had been frail since childhood, and her parents, the elderly couple, doted on her immensely. For this hard-won grandson, they would give him the moon if he asked for a star.

Although his ex-wife was gone, Wang Ming De knew that as long as this grandson, so deeply cherished by the elderly couple, was around, the connection between the two families wouldn't be severed.

Besides, for this, he had solidly observed mourning for Yong Hua's mother for over three years! The wife he would marry later would have no backing, no foundation, posing no threat to Yong Hua's position.

After putting in so much effort before, he couldn't let it all go to waste at this critical juncture.

Director? Hah, he was still young. He had plenty of time and energy to climb higher.

Thinking this to himself didn't stop Director Wang from now speaking earnestly to the unlucky son on the bicycle's rear seat:

"Hua Zi, Dad won't lie to you today. Your mom's been gone for three years now. Your dad, a grown man, can't stay unmarried forever, right?"

"Just think about it. With your dad's qualifications, how many young maidens in these alleys are throwing themselves at me? The reason for marrying a widow with several kids is still for you, you little brat!"

"You saw today. Your Auntie Wei is gentle and easy to talk to. After marrying in, she won't be in a hurry to have more children. Isn't that better than those fierce stepmothers?"

Finally, he emphasized specifically:

"Dad did all this for you!"

His answer was a cold snort from Wang the brat on the rear seat:

"Pfft, isn't it just because Auntie Wei is pretty and good-looking?"

What 'for him'? His grandma was right. His dad's routines came one after another!

Wang Ming De: "..."

Hey, this little brat actually knows quite a lot!