Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 190 - 189: Steal My Strawberries? My Son’s Slingshot Will Break You!
"Just wait!"
"Grandma will get it for you!"
She held Zhuangzhuang, running a few steps to the entrance of the Gu Family’s house.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The knocking was urgent and loud, carrying an undeniable force.
Gu Lan was inside making milk formula for the children when she heard the noise and frowned as she went to open the door.
The door was just slightly opened.
Zhang Guilan barged in immediately.
Without even looking at Gu Lan, her eyes, like radar, locked onto the few pots of strawberries in the corner of the yard.
"Oh my, these berries have grown so well."
She said with her mouth, while already standing in front of the strawberry rack.
The rich sweet aroma made her swallow hard.
Zhuangzhuang, in her arms, had already stretched out his chubby hands to pick them.
"Sister in law Zhang, what are you doing?"
Gu Lan rushed over, blocking them.
"Who let you in!"
Zhang Guilan rolled her eyes and put Zhuangzhuang down on the ground.
"Why can’t I come in? What’s wrong with visiting a neighbor in the courtyard?"
She argued confidently, pointing at the strawberries.
"I say, sister-in-law, look, my Zhuangzhuang is craving them so much he’s crying."
"Your kids are too young to eat these anyway, why not let my grandson have a taste?"
"We’re all neighbors, don’t be so stingy."
The tone was more of a notification than a request.
As if giving her some was an honor for the Gu Family.
At this moment, Lin Wan Yi walked out from the house.
She was still wearing an apron, holding a small bowl and a spoon.
"Sister in law Zhang."
Her voice was very calm.
Zhang Guilan straightened up at the sight of her.
"Mr. Lin, you came just in time."
"Look at this, your Lanlan is being too unreasonable, it’s just a few lousy berries, right?"
Lin Wan Yi walked to the strawberry rack, gently touching a leaf.
"Not unreasonable."
She raised her head, looking at Zhang Guilan.
"But these strawberries cannot be given."
Zhang Guilan’s face fell.
"Why can’t they be given? Can your little ones eat these?"
Lin Wan Yi lifted the bowl in her hand.
"Yes."
"I’m just about to make fruit puree for them."
"They’re still young, with weak stomachs, can only eat this."
Her words were airtight.
Blocking all of Zhang Guilan’s "for your good" excuses.
Zhang Guilan’s expression turned from blue to white.
She didn’t expect this delicate-looking capitalist lady to be so hard to talk to.
"You!"
She pointed at Lin Wan Yi, unable to say a word for a long time.
"Hmph!"
She grabbed the drooling Zhuangzhuang.
"What’s so great!"
"A few lousy berries, who cares!"
She stomped off, grumbling.
"Stingy! Drink cold water!"
"Eating your berries would give you face!"
Lin Wan Yi looked at her expressionlessly.
With a "bang".
She closed the courtyard door, shutting out the offensive words outside.
Returning to the neighboring courtyard.
Zhuangzhuang started crying again.
"I didn’t get to eat! I didn’t get to eat the red berries!"
Zhang Guilan’s eyes rolled, squatting down.
She lowered her voice, coaxing in her grandson’s ear.
"Good boy, don’t cry."
"That bad lady is a capitalist, everything from their house is ill-gotten."
Her voice was laced with venom.
"We don’t need to ask her for it."
"Later, you just quietly go over the wall and take some yourself."
"This isn’t stealing, this is ’beating the rich’! Understand? It’s doing good!"
Zhuangzhuang seemed to half-understand and nodded.
His eyes, however, gleamed with excitement.
In the afternoon.
Lin Wan Yi was going to the school library to return some overdue reference books.
"Lanlan, you stay home and watch the kids, I’ll be back soon."
"Don’t worry, sister-in-law, I’ve got this."
Gu Lan patted her chest promisingly.
As soon as Lin Wan Yi left.
Gu Lan went into the kitchen to prepare milk formula for the kids.
In that gap of time.
A sneaky little head peeked over the neighboring yard wall.
It was Zhuangzhuang.
He looked around, seeing no one in the yard.
He used both his hands and feet to climb over the low wall, then "thump," jumped down.
The six-year-old, strong-bodied, landed steadily.
His target was very clear.
Headed straight for the few pots of strawberries, red and ripe.
On the other side of the yard.
The twins lay side by side in a specially designed double stroller, covered with a thin veil, sunbathing under the porch.
Zhuangzhuang didn’t see them.
All his attention was caught by the fist-sized berries.
He stretched out his dirty hands, plucking the biggest one.
Didn’t even bother to wipe it.
Shoved it directly into his mouth.
"Mmm!"
An explosive sweetness erupted instantly in his mouth.
Better than any candy, any fruit he’d ever tasted, a hundred times better!
He devoured them, one after another.
Soon, his clean cheeks and shirt were covered in bright red juice.
Just eating wasn’t enough to vent his frustration.
He remembered his grandma’s words.
This was from the "bad person’s" house.
He stretched out his foot and stomped hard on the strawberry vines.
"Crack."
Those vines bearing green fruit were snapped by his foot.
He jumped up and down, trampling them repeatedly.
Turning the unripe berries into a mushy mess.
He stomped away, laughing happily.
As if conducting a grand destruction ceremony.
Scene.
Was clearly watched by the two little ones in the stroller.
Always lively Gu Ning, didn’t cry, didn’t make a fuss.
She just tilted her head, fixating her big glossy eyes on the boy wreaking havoc.
Suddenly.
Her mouth curled upwards.
A sweet yet chilling smile appeared.
Like a delicate doll observing an ant about to be dismantled.
Next to her, Gu An remained expressionless.
In his hands, he held a small, delicately structured wooden gadget.
A slingshot model.
A small gift brought by Uncle Jiang Zhou who visited a few days ago.
He had been fiddling with it, studying the rubber band and levering structure.
At this moment.
He looked at the trampled, ruined strawberry patch.
Then at the laughing boy.
Silently, he raised the slingshot in his hand.
Zhuangzhuang, having eaten his fill and stomped enough.
Was satisfied and burped.
Turning around, he finally noticed the stroller under the porch.
And the two babies inside who looked like New Year painting dolls.
He remembered his grandma saying "fools" and "mutes".
An awful thought rose from his heart.
With small short legs, he walked over.
He leaned into the stroller, looking down at the two children inside.
"Little mute."
"Little idiot."
He mimicked his grandma’s tone, scolding fiercely.
Gu Ning’s smile grew sweeter.
Gu An’s eyes, however, seemed to freeze over.
Zhuangzhuang’s gaze fell on Gu Ning’s delicately sculpted face.
Skin so white and soft, like a peeled egg.
His malicious intent surged.
"I’ll make you stop smiling!"
He stretched out his dirty hand, stained with mud and strawberry juice.
Aiming to pinch Gu Ning’s face.
Just as his fingers were about to touch that delicate skin.
"Whoosh"
A sound sliced through the air, very faint, yet very fast.
A small stone appeared from somewhere.
Unerringly.
Struck his outstretched wrist.
Right at that nerve that tingled painfully.
