News of Zhong Tingyue's pregnancy also reached the distant Central Plains.

Gao Ruoyun woke up early in the morning to this news.

"Husband, wake up." Gao Ruoyun shoved Zhong Ping.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Ping asked as he woke up.

The couple sat on the bed, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"So... I'm going to be 'Master Wei'?" Zhong Ping stroked his chin.

The term "Wei Ye" means maternal grandfather. The origin of this title can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period. At that time, Cao Cao's daughter married Emperor Xian of Han, and Cao Jie instructed his children to call Cao Cao "Duke of Wei".

As it evolved, "Duke Wei" gradually became "Lord Wei".

Correspondingly, the maternal grandmother is also called 'Wei Po'.

"Hoo..." Gao Ruoyun was stunned for a long time before slowly breathing, "I didn't expect it to be so fast."

Gao Ruoyun's face showed a complex expression.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Gao Ruoyun said quietly, "This also means that our daughter is about to leave us."

"They're getting married soon."

"That's different."

Marriage naturally means forming another family, but having children represents a deeper transformation, signifying a growing distance between the two individuals.

Gao Ruoyun wasn't mentally prepared for her daughter's marriage when she was told that she already had a child.

As a mother, who could withstand that?

“It’s bound to come to this eventually, so try to accept it,” Zhong Ping comforted his wife.

Gao Ruoyun was depressed for a few seconds, then put down her hand: "A daughter is like a tree that cannot be kept at home once she grows up, forget it."

She paused for a moment, then said to her husband, "Oh right, we still need to buy some things."

"What are you buying? You've already bought enough."

In preparation for the wedding, Gao Ruoyun went to great lengths, not only researching various wedding procedures but also purchasing a large amount of dowry.

Gao Ruoyun got dressed and got out of bed: "Now that we have a child, it's naturally not enough."

"I'm going to the city. You stay at home."

After saying that, he left the house, and Gao Ruoyun shouted loudly, "Old Liu, Old Liu..."

Yang Meina's mother rushed out of the house: "What's wrong?"

Gao Ruoyun recounted the happy events of the previous night, saying, "Come with me to the city to buy things."

“No problem,” Yang Meina’s mother nodded.

The two then entered the city.

Zhong Ping sat on the bed, his voice filled with exasperation: "Gao Ruoyun, before you leave, could you please help me up from this bed?"

He injured his leg and still cannot stand up, so he can only rely on Gao Ruoyun on weekdays.

Zhong Ping forced a stiff smile: "It's okay, Zhong Ping. Keep it up, you're the best."

He propped himself up and slowly got out of bed, expending a great deal of energy and effort before finally managing to sit in his wheelchair.

"Sigh!" Zhong Ping sighed.

Just then, his wife sent him a money transfer, saying she hadn't cooked breakfast that morning and told him to eat out.

“Hehe… …” Zhong Ping burst out laughing, “Dude, I’m rich now.”

He then quickly maneuvered his wheelchair toward the village's chess and card room.

Since running away from home, Zhong Ping has been broke. Gao Ruoyun strictly controls his savings, and Chu Fang doesn't dare to give his father-in-law a red envelope.

Thus, he ended up empty-handed.

"I'm finally rich today."

Upon arriving at the village's card room, Zhong Ping called out, "Come on, let's get together and play cards."

"Hey, Bottle, what brings you so much money today?"

"Come."

“... ..."

Gao Ruoyun only gave Zhong Ping ten yuan for breakfast, and in an instant he lost it all.

Zhong Ping left the table: "I'm out of money."

Many card players: ???

No, so you're shouting so loudly, but you only have ten yuan in your pocket?

"Your partner is too controlling."

"That's right, that's right."

"Boy, you're still too soft-hearted. If it were me..."

Zhong Ping glared at his card-playing partner: "How are you?"

"I taught that old woman a lesson, and then when I got home I knelt down. There were a lot of people outside, so I had to save her some face."

Upon hearing this, the card room was immediately filled with laughter and joy.

Women born in the Central Plains, a land steeped in history, are more or less violent by nature, and their intimidation is no less than that of the "Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus" circulating online.

Seeing Zhong Ping watching others play cards with envy in his eyes, one of his card-playing friends suggested, "Pingzi, for the sake of our decades-long brotherhood, I'll help you out. Sell me your cigarettes; I'll pay you 100 a pack."

"Get lost." Zhong Ping rolled his eyes. "Dream on."

Zhong Ping's cigarettes and alcohol were all bought by Chu Fang. They were all unknown brands that needed to be purchased through special channels and were very expensive.

These card players were extremely envious of Zhong Ping's fine cigarettes and alcohol.

"two hundred."

"Get further away."

"You're keeping them to breed, right?"

Zhong Ping: "You're next."

... ...

The next morning, Chu Fang struggled to get out of bed and yawned.

Last night, he not only taught his child his first lesson, but also researched many precautions for pregnancy, and didn't fall asleep until two or three in the morning.

Nevertheless, he remained excited.

I'm going to be a dad...

Overjoyed, Chu Fang even posted on his WeChat Moments: "Call me Brother Chu, and I'll give you a 500 yuan red envelope. You know what I'm like."

Yang Meina: Chu Di.

Chu Fang once posted the same message when he had nothing to do: Call me Brother Chu and I'll give you a gift.

Many friends on WeChat called him "Brother Chu," and Chu Fang, of course, did not disappoint them by giving them gifts. It was a lesson: don't trust others too much.

Yang Meina thought Chu Fang was using the same trick again.

[A chivalrous spirit with tender feelings (no insults): Brother Chu.]

[Yang Meina: Doubts.JpG]

[Yang Meina: Zhong Rou, what's wrong with you?]

[A chivalrous heart with tender feelings (without swearing): I believe my brother-in-law won't lie this time.]

Chu Fang then sent 500 yuan to his sister-in-law, which caused a huge stir. The comments below the message were filled with people calling him "Brother Chu".

[Yang Meina: Your mom, are you serious?]

Yang Meina: Me too.

Yang Meina: Chu Di.

[Solo Dating Player: ?]

Yang Meina: Brother Chu.

[Solo player in a dating game: Sorry, I've reached my limit on sending red envelopes today. I'll try again tomorrow.]

[Yang Meina: Chu Fangwo@#￥%&*]

Seeing Yang Meina's change of expression, Chu Fang sighed: "People are never satisfied. They are grateful for kindness but resentful of kindness."

"I'm too kind."

Chu Fang sent out a few red envelopes, then got up to cook.

"What should I do?" He was at a loss as he entered the kitchen.

Zhong Tingyue is pregnant, so her food naturally needs to be different from before.

A pregnant woman's breakfast needs to be nutritious and easy to digest to ensure the safety of both mother and fetus.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to make oatmeal porridge.

When Zhong Tingyue got up, she saw oatmeal porridge on the table. Steam rose from it, and plump oatmeal grains unfurled in the milky white broth. The aroma of oatmeal mixed with a faint milky fragrance tantalized her taste buds.

"How does it taste?" Chu Fang asked.

"very good."

"hey-hey... ..."

Of course, breakfast isn't just about oatmeal; it can also include eggs, steamed buns, milk, and fruit.

Zhong Tingyue was so full from that breakfast that she was overeating.

"I can't eat anymore."

"Alright."

Seeing that Zhong Tingyue was full, Chu Fang didn't force her to eat anymore.

After finishing her meal, Zhong Tingyue casually draped a loose, pure white shirt over her shoulders, the cuffs rolled up loosely to reveal her slender wrists, smooth and lustrous like mutton fat jade.

Her lower body was clad in light gray wide-leg pants with a beautiful drape that swayed gracefully with her steps. Though she wasn't wearing elaborate clothes, she possessed an ethereal beauty.

Seeing Zhong Tingyue changing her shoes, Chu Fang asked, "Where are you going?"

"Going to work," Zhong Tingyue replied casually.

"No!" Chu Fang quickly stopped her. "How can you go to work now? You're pregnant. You should stay home and rest."

"Mr. Chu."

Zhong Tingyue straightened up and looked directly at Chu Fang.

The two looked at each other, their eyes meeting.

... ...