Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist's Uncle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Then why did you just scare Little Ye? Go and take a look at the child. He’s squatting in front of Little Gray and talking to it. How pitiful.” Mo Ning pointed at the pitiful child squatting in the yard.

This girl was stubborn and soft-hearted. She clearly cared about the donkey, yet she had scared that fool Little Ye.

Ling Sheng hushed her. “Don’t tell him yet. We’ll give him a surprise.”

Mo Ning replied, “Okay.”

If she did not say it now, it would be inappropriate to make that fool sad for two days. It was pitiful, but it would be fun.

The show was nearing its end and it would be ending tomorrow.

Cheng Ye had been depressed for the past few days. Every day, he would get out of bed to cut grass for Little Gray and find his favorite grass.

In the evening, their walk became longer and longer. As long as there was time, he would definitely squat in front of Little Gray and talk to it.

Little Gray seemed to be influenced as well. Even its favorite rice grains did not taste good.

The production team worked with Ling Sheng. Her younger brother was really pitiful, but they did not want to tell him. Ha ha ha.

Mo Ning had just walked out of Team Red’s yard when she saw Ling Sheng, who had gotten some good stuff, run back to the neighbor’s house. She arrived at Team Blue’s house. “What kind of good stuff did you get?”

It had been raining the whole day. Now that the rain had just died down a little, could she be out hunting wild animals?

“Xiaofeng sent over a few of those things. He’s calling them sweet sticks. Sheng Sheng said that the neighbor must not have tried them before. She wanted to let him have a try.” Shi Lingyu pointed at the remaining two sweet sticks.

“Isn’t this called great millet?” Mo Ning took a closer look.

“It’s called sweet sorghum too.” Ji Fanchen was chopping one with a knife, cutting it into pieces to make it more convenient to eat. Then, he handed her one. “Try it.”

Mo Ning took it and took another look at the door. In the afternoon, she had seen the neighbor leaving in a car. He should not be home!

Ling Sheng rushed to the neighbor’s house excitedly. Before she entered, she started calling for the Third Master.

However, the main door was open, but the door inside was locked. There was no one there.

The smile on her face froze instantly, and her heart felt an indescribable emptiness. When she saw the locked door, disappointment filled her eyes.

Had the Third Master left?

After all, their show was ending tomorrow. It was time to leave.

However, since he had left, why had he not said goodbye to her?

Or did she think too highly of herself? The Third Master could come and go whenever he wanted. Why would he say goodbye to her?

The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt. Even she did not understand why she felt so terrible.

She squatted under the roof unhappily, looking at the sweet sticks and the two roasted sweet potatoes that were fresh out of the oven. Then, she started eating.

So what if he had left?

This was nothing impressive. Only

The rain, which had been about to stop, grew heavier.

Jun Shiyan got out of the car. An Yan was holding an umbrella behind him. When the wheelchair reached the door, he saw the girl squatting at the door and eating.

When she bent down, she looked small. Under the rain, she looked as weak, pitiful, and helpless as an abandoned beast. She was alone.

Was she waiting for him?

Why was she squatting at the door under the heavy rain?

Jun Shiyan felt a sharp pain in his heart that made it difficult for him to breathe. The coldness in his eyes cracked instantly, turning into silent heartache.

An Yan saw that the entrance was wet from the rain. He was about to call out to her when Jun Shiyan stopped him. He asked for an umbrella and rolled over in his wheelchair.