Childhood Sweethearts: He's Jealous Again!

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: A Better Husband

“You still dare to hide!” Seeing this, Mengmeng’s mom grew even angrier and quickly motioned to Gu Zhihan, “Hanhan, move aside, I must discipline this girl today; otherwise, today she dares to cheat, who knows what she’ll conjure up tomorrow!”

Gu Zhihan looked up at her and not only moved aside but also reached out to protect the girl, “Auntie Luo, I am also at fault in this matter. If you want to hit someone, please hit me too.”

“Gu Zhihan, what do you mean you’re also at fault!” Gu Zhihan’s mother intervened upon hearing this, rushing over to join in, “It’s entirely your fault. If you hadn’t insisted on giving your test paper to Mengmeng, forcibly making her look at your paper, how could a good child like Mengmeng cheat!”

“So, Mengmeng’s mom, if you want to hit someone, hit this little punk Gu Zhihan, don’t hit our Mengmeng!” While pushing Gu Zhihan out, Gu Zhihan’s mom shielded Mengmeng behind her.

Mengmeng’s mom: “…”

Gu Zhihan: “…”

Where are your morals?

Gu Zhihan’s mom: My morals are skewed towards my daughter-in-law!

Seeing how fiercely Gu Zhihan’s mom was defending her child, Mengmeng’s mom sighed in resignation and put away the rolling pin, “Fine, fine, I’m not hitting anyone.”

She couldn’t bear to hit her beloved son-in-law; if she ruined him, who would take over with her clumsy and silly daughter!

“Mommy is the best.”

When Mengmeng heard she wouldn’t be spanked, she quickly poked out her little head, smiling sweetly at her mother.

Of course… her husband is even better!

“Don’t be so happy so soon. I’m telling you, you’re not getting any New Year’s money this year.” Mengmeng’s mom’s face was cold as she then turned to Gu Zhihan’s mom, “Hanhan’s mom, you’re not allowed to give her any New Year’s money either!”

“Alright then…” Gu Zhihan’s mom nodded. As long as she didn’t hit Mengmeng, everything else was negotiable.

Upon hearing this, Mengmeng’s eyes immediately widened. She hurriedly scampered out from behind Gu Zhihan’s mom, taking the initiative to suggest, “Mom, why don’t you just spank me after all, and then you can give me my New Year’s money as usual, okay?”

She’d rather take a spanking than miss out on New Year’s money to buy tasty treats!

“…” @@novelbin@@

The first time seeing someone actually ask for a spanking.

Both Mengmeng’s mom and Gu Zhihan’s mom were momentarily stunned.

“You don’t have a fever, do you?” Gu Zhihan quickly covered her mouth; before Mengmeng’s mom could react, he promptly dragged Mengmeng away.

“Of course I don’t have a fever…” Mengmeng’s muffled voice came from his palm.

Gu Zhihan: “You have to be feverish to say such nonsense!”

If she was feverish, he couldn’t even imagine.

–

Before they knew it, New Year’s Day arrived.

As usual, elders give red envelopes to the younger generation in the morning.

While other kids had their pockets stuffed with red envelopes, Mengmeng alone didn’t have a single one.

“Hey, Luo Mengmeng, how much New Year’s money did you get? Let’s go buy some sugar paintings to eat together!” Some children from the surrounding area called out to her casually as they passed by Mengmeng’s house.

Sugar paintings are made by pouring sugar into different shapes — an elderly person could create birds in the sky, creatures on the ground, and fish in the sea, a variety of animals with just a spoon.

“I didn’t get any New Year’s money…” Mengmeng answered truthfully.

“Then we’ll go buy sugar paintings without you; we’re not playing with you anymore.” A group of opportunistic kids said before walking away.

Watching their retreating backs, Mengmeng puffed up her cheeks in anger and turned around muttering, “Pfft, what’s so tasty about sugar paintings, can they be better than my husband!”

“Don’t be sour because you can’t have candy; how could your husband be more fun than sugar paintings?” Hearing her grumblings, her friends immediately looked at her disapprovingly.

“My husband is tastier than sugar paintings!” Mengmeng couldn’t resist arguing with them.

Gu Zhihan nearby: “…”

Excuse me, am I supposed to be edible?

“Then where exactly is your husband tastier than sugar paintings?”

Someone asked, and the other children all curiously looked at Mengmeng and then at Gu Zhihan, who was silently standing by.

Looking left and right, they still couldn’t see how he could be more delicious than sugar paintings.