My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 489

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.

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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.

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.

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.