The good wife and mother worked herself to death, and was reborn to win the game

After the mother and son finished their meal, Jiang Wan took Cheng Zewen to clean up.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening after they finished cleaning up. Before Jiang Wan asked Cheng Zewen where she was going to sleep, he came to her room by himself.

"Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"No, you're a boy, you're grown up, you have to sleep by yourself."

Jiang Wan refused mercilessly, and Cheng Zewen started to hum again.

"But I slept with my mom in the afternoon, why can't I do that now?"

"Afternoon is afternoon, and evening is evening."

Jiang Wan couldn't argue with him, so he could only cheat on him.

"I don't care. It can be done in the afternoon or now."

"And I never slept with my mother when I was a child. I am really pitiful."

"Although I'm a little older now, I really want to sleep with my mom."

"If my mother rejects me, I will cry. I will be really sad."

Cheng Zewen just wanted to act, but I didn't expect him to do the whole thing.

His eyes instantly turned red, and he whimpered pitifully beside him.

Although Jiang Wan already has three sons, she has never seen one so delicate.

In the end, she could only raise her hands in surrender and said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, if you want to sleep with mommy, then sleep with mommy, but don't cry."

"Ah."

Cheng Zewen nodded obediently and then got into bed.

Jiang Wan lay back down next to his son and found that the child curled up when he slept.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt the child turn over several times and then hugged her arm.

Maybe I slept too long during the day and couldn’t fall asleep at night.

"Zewen, are you asleep?"

Jiang Wan asked softly, and the child who had just pretended to be asleep immediately raised his head and looked at him.

"No, Mom, I just can't sleep."

"Do you want to hear your mother tell you a story?"

Jiang Wan looked at him and smiled in the darkness, with a hint of temptation in his voice.

"think."

Cheng Zewen has never heard his mother tell stories in his life.

After saying this, he saw that his mother didn't respond for a long time, so he quickly added another sentence.

"Mom, I want to listen. Please tell me a story."

Chen Zewen looked at her expectantly in the darkness. Jiang Wan cleared her throat and told her a folk story she had seen while reviewing the manuscript in the previous issue of the magazine.

Generally speaking, she will have some impression of any story she has read.

And the story is really good, so I remember it more clearly.

Jiang Wan's voice flowed slowly like a clear spring, attracting Cheng Zewen's attention from the very beginning of the story.

This was the first time in his life that he heard such a magical and beautiful story.

Cheng Zewen listened attentively, his eyes blinking.

When he heard something interesting, he couldn't help asking questions.

At the end of the story, after Jiang Wan finished speaking the last sentence, Cheng Zewen still felt a little unsatisfied.

"Mom, is there anything else? Are you done so soon?"

"What happened to that man in the end? Is he still alive?"

Cheng Zewen seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and he was particularly interested in such stories.

"Well, that's all."

Jiang Wan brought up a few points in the story and reminded him, and Cheng Zewen suddenly realized.

"So he was planning to turn himself in. It looks like he won't survive in the end. What a pity."

Cheng Zewen felt a little emotional after hearing the story, but Jiang Wan was pleasantly surprised to find that this child had a delicate heart like her.

Others only listen to the general outline of a story, but he pays attention to the details in the story.

He then asked many more questions, and Jiang Wan answered them one by one.

The more Cheng Zewen listened, the brighter his eyes became. Originally, the story was meant to lull him to sleep, but now it seemed that he was completely unable to fall asleep.

A simple little story was analyzed by the mother and daughter, and it took them a full hour or two to tell.

Cheng Zewen wanted to continue listening to the story, but Jiang Wan was already feeling a little sleepy.

"Mom wants to go to bed. If you want to hear a story, can we talk about it next time?"

Jiang Wan yawned in response. Cheng Zewen was afraid that she was too tired, so he didn't dare to continue to pester her.

He nodded obediently, then rested his little head on her arm.

"Well, we'll listen to it tomorrow."

"I really like listening to my mother's stories. It's so nice to have a mother..."

Children are children. They listen to stories very seriously, but they fall asleep very quickly after listening to them.

He was still mumbling, his eyes completely closed.

Jiang Wan watched him hug his arms tightly in the dark, with a sweet smile on his face.

"What a good child! It's all your fault. I didn't protect you well when you were born."

"But mom swears that I will take good care of you and let you grow up safely and healthily."

Jiang Wan lowered her head and kissed Cheng Zewen on the forehead, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Cheng Zewen, who was half asleep and half awake, felt his mother's touch. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he still smiled sweetly even in his sleep.

He hadn't been this happy in a long, long time since he lost his kidney.

He has very low requirements and used to think that the mother was doing him a favor by taking him in.

I just realized now that there seem to be many kinds of good things.

It was the first time he got along with his biological mother, and the relationship was extremely harmonious.

After they talked about their relationship, not only was there no awkwardness, but they became even closer.

He also discovered that although his mother was strong, she was probably only doing that towards outsiders.

His mother was always gentle and kind when dealing with him.

My mother is also very smart and can tell many interesting stories.

She also knows a lot of truths. Listening to her talk always makes me feel very meaningful and I feel like I have benefited a lot.

When he was lying at home, the person he saw most was his brother.

Although his brother was very kind to him, he had never been to school and had little education, so he could only occasionally tell him about interesting things happening outside.

As for such a tortuous and vivid story, my brother definitely can't tell it. It's not that he doesn't want to tell it, but he probably hasn't heard it himself.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zewen closed his eyes and fell into a sweet sleep.

He really felt that he was so happy. He had never been so happy in his life.

Because Cheng Zewen used to lie down often and couldn't distinguish between day and night, his sleep quality has always been poor.

But this time, after listening to the stories his mother told, he didn't even have any dreams at night and slept soundly until dawn.

When he woke up in the morning, he saw that his mother was not around, so he quickly got dressed and got out of bed.

As soon as he came out, he smelled a strong fragrance. He walked over with bright eyes and saw that his mother was frying scallion omelet.

"Mom, what delicious food are you making? It smells really good?"

Cheng Zewen twitched his nose slightly like a greedy cat.

"The pancakes are ready. They are fragrant, soft and delicious. Go wash up. They will be ready soon."