When Wang Hui heard Uncle Wang's words, she burst into tears, even though she was a mother herself. Uncle Wang gently tried to comfort her. Wang Hui tried reasoning with him, then pleaded, and in the end couldn't hold back from cursing at him. But Uncle Wang remained as mild-mannered as ever, insisting that Auntie Wang would be back soon to cook dinner. Wang Hui couldn't take it anymore. She finally knelt down and begged him, then had her child cry too. At last, Uncle Wang changed his tune.
"After that, whenever he talked about my mom, he sounded reluctant. I don't know if he was putting on an act in front of us, pretending she was missing, or if he'd really come to his senses." Wang Hui was overcome with sobs.
"We'll talk to your father and see what's going on with him," Zheng Xinxin said. Then she asked, "What kind of person is your father?"
"He's very honest and good-tempered. He's never hit or scolded me; he's always doted on me. My grandmother favored boys and treated Mom and me badly, so he stood up for us. Grandma even beat him for it." Wang Hui sighed. "He and my mom were so close. They never fought after they met—not even once. They didn't so much as bicker. One look from my mom and he knew what she meant; he'd raise a hand, and she'd know what he was about to do."
Wang Hui's voice choked with emotion. "I never thought my dad could be so stubborn. He's fixated on this one idea, convinced that my mom will definitely come back."
"Please don't be upset. We'll do our best to help your father work through this," Zheng Xinxin comforted her.
"That's right, Xiaohui. You need to stay strong. That's