Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space-Chapter 577 - 458: Cheng Ruzhu’s Husband’s Family

Wen Chengyu is the late-born son of Wen Congwen and Cheng Ruzhu, and his personality developed to be quite overbearing. But strangely enough, his only nemesis is Ping’an.

Every time he gets so mad at Little Douding that he jumps up and down, but in the blink of an eye, the two, despite their significant age difference, are hugging and whispering to each other again, truly living up to the name of cross-generational friendship.

Among many uncles, Ping’an likes him the most. By his values, he explains it like this: Uncle Wen Chengyu is generous; he keeps all the good stuff for himself and is his good buddy.

The elder Mr. Wen and Mr. Cheng were sworn brothers. Of course, in their literary wording, they were inseparable friends.

No matter the basis of friendship, ever since Cheng Ruzhu married into the Wen Family, forming a marriage alliance between the two families, their relationship grew even closer. Similarly, the Wen Family treated the Zhou Family with the courtesy of lifelong connections.

Mr. Wen was born into a scholarly family, and according to his father’s generation’s obsessions, his life should have been about studying until he went abroad, never stepping into the world of commerce they most despised.

But the world is unpredictable. Early on, the Wen family’s entire household was destroyed by two bombs from a Japanese plane, leaving only Mr. Wen, who was studying abroad, and Sister Wen, who had gone out to deliver living expenses, alive.

Fate played its hand, and the siblings, after several turns, sought refuge in Mr. Cheng’s army at the time. In a chance incident, Sister Wen sacrificed herself on the front line, prompting Mr. Wen, the only heir of the Wen Family, to take off his uniform and switch to forming the national financial bank, becoming one of the first heroes.

Mr. Wen had four children in his lifetime, but only his son Wen Congwen survived. A couple of years after liberation, he retired early due to severe pre-war injuries and now enjoys his old age at home. Wen Congwen also followed in his father’s footsteps into the banking industry.

From a scholarly family to the world of banking, even the elderly Mr. Wen often jokes that he never thought he’d use a pen one day not to write poetry, but rather a string of numbers.

Despite Mr. Wen’s self-deprecation, from the fact that he arranged for his only son to join his department, it is clear that he also valued his profession.

When Cheng Ruzhu married into the Wen Family, she bore two big sons for them, fulfilling Mr. Wen’s long-held wish for many thriving descendants. He didn’t expect that years later, he’d be surprised again by the birth of Wen Chengyu, which made him ecstatic. As the youngest grandson grew up, he no longer wanted to work, retired, and personally raised his grandson.

It is easy to imagine how spoiled this little grandson became. Fortunately, Wen Chengyu was inherently kind-hearted, and his high status meant little to him, and he never intended to bully others.

This time, he got into a fight with outsiders, taking on two big kids alone, without asking his two brothers for help. The only thing that made him feel wronged was his father, Wen Congwen, who beat him. He really couldn’t understand why, when seeing people bullying a little girl, he couldn’t do something about it.

His dad called him foolish, and now even the three-year-old Douding thought he was silly, so he asked himself if he really was dumb. But he still didn’t regret coming to her aid.

After dinner, Wen Chengyu took Ping’an to play together, seeing the adults chatting. He quietly nudged Ping’an and saw the little guy frowning and looking at him, he stifled his laughter.

"Don’t worry. Little uncle just wants to ask you, why do you think I’m dumb? In what way am I dumb?"

Ping’an glanced at him and lowered his head to play with his toys.

"I get full marks in school, and teachers and classmates all respect me. I’m also the class monitor. How can I possibly be dumb? I just don’t understand why you all think I’m not smart."

Hearing his incessant muttering, Ping’an finally gave him a pat as a token of charity. Originally he wanted to pat him on the shoulder like his grandfather would, but soon realized he was too small to reach!

"Fighting leads to bleeding, it really hurts. Good kids don’t do dangerous things."

Wen Chengyu patted his own head, muttering to himself: "I really am an idiot, thinking you could say something wise. Turns out you’re just afraid of bleeding, what a baby."

Ping’an listened, glaring at him in anger. Who’s the baby? Babies wet themselves and cry and fuss for their mom. He’s a little man now, how could he be a baby?

"Heh... not saying you’re a baby. Our Ping’an is a smart and good kid. Uncle likes Ping’an best, and wouldn’t play with babies."

Hearing this, Ping’an nodded with satisfaction. After a moment of hesitation, he still felt he had to clarify that his little uncle Yu was indeed foolish.

"When fighting, find an adult. Bad guys have knives, adults with guns can shoot the bad guys." After speaking, he sympathetically sighed for the other.

Wen Chengyu was choked by his words. After a moment, he quietly asked: "Who taught you that? You’re too small to fight, wait until you’re as big as little uncle, then you can take revenge yourself, that’s really satisfying."

Ping’an blinked his big eyes, not understanding his thoughts. As long as revenge is taken, why must it be done yourself? Unable to figure it out, he planned to ask his grandfather and parents at night.

Thinking of this, he realized he couldn’t keep talking with the foolish uncle, lest he too become foolish. This was what his mom called a communication barrier, and his dad described as playing music to a cow.

Wen Chengyu saw him focusing intently on assembling blocks, soon making two houses. Just as he was about to tell him to stop playing and go find something to eat, he saw Ping’an putting a wooden car on the roof.

He quickly shouted: "Wrong, wrong. How can cars go on roofs? They should be in front of the house, cars can only drive on the street."

Ping’an rolled his eyes, continuing to place two cars on the roof, a few wooden people in the street, and piling up a small yard on the other side.

Soon after, Ping’an finished stacking, happily introducing: "Little Uncle Yu, look, this way the children won’t encounter cars on the street, they can go wherever they want."

Yu was speechless; without cars, wouldn’t people be exhausted from all the walking? What’s there to be happy about?

On the other side, Old Mrs. Cheng and the others finished discussing matters of the Northeast and shifted to talking about the Wen family’s affairs.

Mr. Wen never moved into the company’s apartments, and now three generations of the Wen Family live in their self-owned two-courtyard home. This time, Cheng Ruzhu was allocated a newly built apartment; considering her family of five—three sons plus her and her husband—it was lucky to get a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment of about fifty square meters.

She was reluctant to give it up, but as a daughter-in-law, she couldn’t leave her in-laws, and getting it but not living there wasn’t an option either. All the building’s floors were occupied by commercial bureau leaders and colleagues, what a bad impression that would give. Colleagues who didn’t get one would curse their family for it.

Cheng Ruzhu was troubled by this matter, wanting to mention it to her in-laws but fearing they’d overthink it. Those unaware might think she, as a daughter-in-law, disliked her parents. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Old Mrs. Cheng mentioned this matter as a joke. To her, her daughter was truly silly—why not just directly ask the elders at home? Is there really a need for roundabout reasons?

How did misunderstandings happen? Because both parties weren’t straightforward and sincere, without direct words, there’d be less estrangement. If you don’t communicate, how can others understand?