After Cui Yilian left, Song Zhibai looked exhausted: "Mingyue, I'm already so tired from spending the whole day with Nannan. Can't you be reasonable?"

I looked at him disappointedly: "I'm not being reasonable? Then explain to me, why did you give her lotus flowers and me lotus seed pods?"

"Explain to me, what does her circle of friends mean? Why does Nannan call me 'little mom'?"

Three consecutive questions left him speechless.

Song Zhibai pursed his lips and softened his tone: "It's because my brother gives her lotus flowers every year, and I didn't want her to feel inferior."

"Besides, kids don't understand these complicated things. You're overthinking it."

I rubbed my temples irritably and cut him off impatiently: "I'm afraid of not thinking enough, and then I really become Nannan's little mom!"

Song Zhibai raised his voice sharply: "They are orphans with a widowed mother, how can you refuse to give them a support?"

I looked coldly at him, I could barely remember how many times Song Zhibai had said similar things in the past year.

Because Cui Yilian lost her husband and Nannan needs a father's love, I have to watch my husband become a family with them.

Song Zhibai didn't even feel guilty or offer any explanation, just labeled me as unreasonable and expected me to obey.

I felt extremely powerless and sat down heavily on the stool: "Then why don't you just take your brother's place?!"

Song Zhibai didn't continue arguing, but entered the guest room with a cold face, just like before.

Lying on the master bedroom bed, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Did I go too far with the "take his place" remark?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but get up and go to the guest room to see him. He was already asleep, but I was determined to talk to him about this matter.

I was about to turn around and leave when I saw his phone screen light up. As if possessed, I opened it.

I looked at Cui Yilian's WeChat message that was at the top: "Zhilai, today it's my fault, please don't argue with Xiaogu in the future. I won't trouble you anymore."

"Nannan should also know that her father passed away."

Clearly two considerate sentences, but to me, they were so sarcastic.

I couldn't help shaking with anger and replied in Song Zhibai's tone: "As long as you understand, sister-in-law."

Then, I deleted this conversation carefully and left the guest room cautiously.

Even though this conversation might be a potential danger in the future, I am just too narrow-minded, and can't tolerate any grains of sand.