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But Mrs. Qin clearly had no desire to hear him out.

’Judging by his expression, he was clearly up to no good.’

’Why should I listen to something that’s only going to make me angry?’

’Discuss? Hah—’

"You know what? Don’t even bother. Just go home!"

Since Qin Wenze had made the trip, he certainly wasn’t going to leave without saying what he came to say.

"Mom, the kids’ winter break is starting soon. I was thinking they could come stay with me."

He knew that if he opened with a demand to take the children back for good, his mother would never agree.

So, he took a more circuitous approach.

Once he had the children with him for a while, he believed that if he then suggested they move back in with him permanently, his parents would be less likely to object.

Besides, there was another reason—he also wanted to take this opportunity to see how Gao Lan would treat the children.

The moment Mrs. Qin heard this, her expression darkened.

’I knew it. Qin Wenze was up to no good.’

"Is this your idea, or your wife’s?"

"It’s what we both want. After all, with the kids on winter break, it would be better for them to stay with me."

"Better my foot! I refuse." Mrs. Qin snapped, not giving her eldest son an ounce of face.

Qin Wenze gave a helpless smile. "Mom, I’m their biological father. You can’t just forbid them from staying with me, can you?"

"Hah! So now you remember you’re their father? Why don’t you take a look at what responsibilities you’ve ever fulfilled for them? All you’ve ever brought them is childhood trauma and pain."

"Even if you weren’t the direct cause, you’re still the reason it happened. So, for once, be a decent human being. Let them go. They’re doing very well here!"

"And don’t you worry about having no one to care for you when you’re old. You don’t need to fret about that. Setting aside whether or not that adopted son of yours will support you, Yu Yu and Qiaoqiao won’t abandon you when you’re old and infirm. After all, they’re good kids."

"For now, just let them live a peaceful, happy life. And stop scheming about them."

’I’m still alive, you know!’

Qin Wenying secretly gave her mom a thumbs-up for her fighting spirit.

’Ms. Sheng really is amazing.’

’Although I’m still not entirely clear on what’s been happening at home.’

’It must be something big.’

’Otherwise, Mom wouldn’t be acting like this.’

Qin Wenze was about to say something else, but Mr. Qin spoke up. "Qin Wenze, your mother is right. As for the children, you don’t need to worry about them. We don’t need your money to raise them. For now, just let them be."

"Dad—"

Qin Wenze cried out.

Watching the scene unfold, Qin Wenying couldn’t help but interject. "Why are you two being so controlling? You’re acting like tyrants, tearing a family apart."

Mrs. Qin: ...?

’Whose side is this damn girl on? Does she have any idea what she’s saying? Why is she meddling? Can’t she just keep her mouth shut?’

Just as she was getting furious, Qin Wenying spoke again. "Wouldn’t it be better to let Yu Yu and Qiaoqiao decide for themselves? You have no idea what they’re thinking. What if they actually want to live with their father? You shouldn’t be so despotic. Sometimes, you need to listen to what the children have to say."

Mrs. Qin sneered. "Is this your way of complaining that we never listened to you?"

Qin Wenying immediately denied it. "Of course not! I’m just offering a suggestion."

Mrs. Qin ignored her and simply told Aunt Li to bring the two children over.

After dinner, the two children had gone upstairs with the twins.

A moment later, Aunt Li brought the two children downstairs—

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