My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 839: Chapter 823: She Was Locked Up Chapter 839: Chapter 823: She Was Locked Up But sorry, what era are we in now?

Do you know how hard it is for a man to find a wife these days, how many men are still just getting by?

She didn’t want her son to end up without a wife and for her to be without grandchildren to hold.

So sometimes, when she thought about it, a family like the Wu’s really wasn’t suitable for her.

And every time she remembered Tang Zhinian, remembered Tang Xincheng, remembered the days of the past decade, the resentment she had for the past would diminish a lot.

Of course, she wondered if she should be grateful to them.

One of them found a mistress, the other had an affair; they both dug under her wall at the same time.

Otherwise, she might still be suffering in the Wu family by now, and if she’d had a child, it would just be a Wu Liangliang.

Thinking of these things, she couldn’t help but shiver and felt a tingling on her scalp.

She got up and walked towards the window.

Pulling aside the curtain, she saw that the sky outside was already getting bright.

Involuntarily, she hugged her arms, feeling as if she should’ve worn more and needed to go home to fetch some clothes.

As she turned around and walked towards the door, of course, she didn’t touch the water glass.

Just as she reached out, a cold wind made her shudder and she woke up, of course, not dreaming anymore.

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This wasn’t her home, this was the Ren’s place, someone else’s home.

She had never planned to stay here, so she came alone with Chengcheng and staying for one night was already the limit.

Besides, she was self-aware.

She and Chengcheng were guests of the Ren Family, so they would behave properly as guests and not entertain other thoughts.

In life, you can eat plenty, but it’s better to dream less.

She casually combed through her hair and straightened her clothes, which were the same ones from yesterday.

She didn’t dare to wash them for fear of having nothing to wear.

So you see, not every pair of sisters are like Tang Yuxin and Tang Sisi, but even though not born from the same parents, they’re still like real sisters.

As for Ren Ying, Ren Li never had any illusions about this younger sister.

She never thought of Ren Ying as her sister, and naturally, Ren Ying never saw her as one either.

If there was a shred of sincerity or a bit of genuine sentiment, could the eyes really be blind and fail to see what was obvious?

When she came, she had arrived empty-handed.

Not to mention luggage, she didn’t even bring an extra piece of clothing.

And evidently, the Ren Family was still the same as before, unchanged in the least.

So she came with hope, but in the end, she was disappointed.

Yet she could understand this disappointment and let it go.

She hadn’t come with much hope to begin with, so now the disappointment was merely a bit of heartache.

She thought that after a little while, she would forget about it.

She placed her hand on the doorknob and opened the door, but when she tried to push it open, she found it was stuck fast.

Isn’t it unlocked?

She didn’t believe it and twisted the knob for quite a while.

Although the lock was clearly unlocked, she couldn’t open the door.

Could it be locked from the outside?

But that seemed unlikely.

It’s not that she hadn’t stayed at the Ren’s before.

Even though it had been ten years, on top of the fact that she had hardly returned since marrying into the Wu family, making it twenty years in total, that didn’t mean her memory was so bad that she’d forget a door she had to close ten times, even dozens of times a day.

Despite the years that had passed and the aging of time, there had been little change in the Ren household—the lock was still the old one, traditional.

So how was this door supposed to open?

It was meant to open outward, not inward.

How could she possibly not know that?

Could it be that the lock had been locked from the outside?

But that was impossible; if the lock hadn’t been changed, it could only be locked from the inside and not from the outside.

Or was it that all the locks had been changed?

But that couldn’t be right either; this was clearly the same lock she remembered, with the obvious scratch marks on it.

Those marks had been made by Ren Ying when she was a child, using a little knife.

Yet in the end, when Ren Ying’s mother found out, it was she who was beaten.

Clearly, she hadn’t done anything, but it was she who ended up being punished and scolded, blamed for not taking good care of her sister.

But the so-called sister was only a few minutes younger than she was.

Just a few minutes had determined the drastically different fates of the two of them.

One was the princess of the family, while the other was an unloved and ignored patch of Chinese cabbage.

Now the patch of cabbage had grown up, turned into a tough and stout stalk, so nobody dared to bite into her.

If anyone tried, she would smash their teeth.

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She tried several more times, but no matter what, the door felt strange.

She had clearly unlocked it, but it just wouldn’t open.

Could it be someone playing a prank, barricading the door to prevent her from leaving?

She remembered the times when she was with Ren Ying, who loved playing such pranks, locking her up, hiding her homework, causing her to be late for school, unable to submit her homework, and subsequently getting scolded by the teacher.

Ren Ying had done this countless times, and she had suffered so many injustices.

Let’s not speak of the past.

Could it be that even at Ren Ying’s old age, she still enjoyed these games?

She pulled hard on the door again, but the door wouldn’t budge at all.

“Open the door, open the door for me!”

She banged on the door, not believing that such a loud noise wouldn’t be heard by someone outside.

Even if it was indeed a mean trick by that old woman Ren Ying, or if the whole Ren family was playing with her, her precious son wouldn’t ignore her.

Could he be asleep?

But that was impossible.

She knew exactly what kind of temperament her son had.

Chengcheng’s life had always been exceedingly regimented, having grown up under the strict tutelage of Gu Ning, her brother-in-law.

The time he slept, the time he woke up, had become parts of his life routine.

The boy was truly strange.

He was quite adorable as a child, but as he grew up, he became precociously mature, never needing any adult to worry about him.

To think he would oversleep was something she couldn’t believe, especially in the unfamiliar environment of the Ren household.

Open the door, she pounded forcefully, yet despite the sheer volume of noise, incredibly, no one would open the door for her.

And she couldn’t help feeling a chill rush over her.

Why would they lock her up?

Could it be that they wanted to do something to her Chengcheng?

“Open the door for me!” All of a sudden, like a madwoman, she began to smash at the door, banging it so that it thundered.

The outside nanny shuddered involuntarily, and stealing a glance at Ren Ying’s husband sitting on the sofa, she truly didn’t understand what this family was up to.