Song Yan went to see the courtyard house; it was very well renovated and already completed. As agreed beforehand, Song Yan paid the workers, including the carpenters.

Looking at his future home, Song Yan felt incredibly at ease.

If anyone is worried, it's Wei Aiguo.

Summer vacation is just around the corner, but Wei Aiguo is nowhere to be seen.

Shen Ruomei ran home to find her father.

To be honest, his father used to come back to this family so often that he could count the number of times he did so on one hand.

Today, when the father and daughter were having dinner, Shen Ruomei subtly inquired about Shen Qian.

Shen Changchuan put down his chopsticks. "What exactly do you want to ask?"

"Summer vacation is coming up! Song Yan is so pregnant, how will she go back? I think as her husband, I should go back with her!"

But where is her husband now? Shen Ruomei knew her father's habit of not allowing her to ask about work-related matters. But she couldn't help asking today because she could tell that Song Yan was getting anxious.

Shen Ruomei was initially kind to Song Yan because he was a good person, and also because Song Yan was the wife of her father's only son, her elder brother.

Now there's an additional reason: people are impressed by Song Yan's medical skills and ethics.

One thing Song Yan is particularly generous about is that she explains things that others don't understand without holding back.

Commander Shen was most pleased that Shen Ruomei and Song Yan got along well.

Shen Changchuan remained silent.

"Dad, I won't ask anything else. I'll just say one thing: can I go back with Song Yan? If not, I'll go back with her."

"You child!"

Don't worry! We don't need your help!

Just as the father and daughter were enjoying their time together, Old Master Shen arrived.

Grandpa Shen: "I went to the army base to look for you, but they said you had gone home."

"My old bones have been dragged here again."

Shen Changchuan poured his father a glass of water. "Dad, what brings you here today?"

"What else could it be? My grandson, when can I see him?" Old Master Shen tapped his cane.

Shen Changchuan glanced at his father, who was definitely thinking the best. "He's on a mission; he's not in Kyoto."

“You’re a leader now, and we don’t want to use your influence to get promoted. Can you give us a few days off? You have to let the child be recognized by his ancestors!” Old Master Shen has been looking forward to having a grandson for decades. He thinks about this every day now, and it’s already quite remarkable that he’s been able to endure it this long.

Shen Changchuan: "Dad, the child was raised by someone else. It's wrong for us to acknowledge the child before even meeting the foster mother." Old Master Shen wanted to argue. Shen Changchuan waved his hand, "Let me finish what I have to say."

The child's adoptive mother treated him very well; he would never have acknowledged our family without her personal confirmation.

Old Master Shen opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Shen Changchuan: "I've said this to you before, haven't I? Why couldn't you hold back today?"

What did my dear second brother say?

Old Master Shen felt a little uncomfortable. "Don't think about your second brother!"

"I'm getting old, I'm afraid I won't live to see that day."

Shen Changchuan was displeased. "Don't worry, if you ever pass away, I will definitely bring him to see you. Whether he recognizes you or not, you will be able to see him."

"You..." Old Master Shen was furious. Ever since he pressured his son, his son would talk like this when he was unhappy. "Ruomei is still here! How can you, as her father, talk like this?"

“My dad is right! If they knew my dad was powerful and influential, they would have come running over. My dad doesn’t want a son like that!” Shen Ruomei muttered softly.

"Shut up!" Old Master Shen dared not speak ill of his son, but could he not speak ill of Shen Ruomei?

"I'm telling the truth!" Shen Ruomei muttered softly.

Shen Changchuan patted his daughter's hand.

"Dad, I'll say it again. Keep everything you have for him; he might not even recognize the Shen family. If you don't keep it and give it to my second brother's family, I definitely won't let him acknowledge the Shen family."

"You know I don't value tradition," Shen Changchuan said casually.

Old Master Shen couldn't help but tap his cane again, "Are you really trying to drive me crazy?"

"I've been searching for my son for over twenty years, do you think I don't want to acknowledge him? You insist on listening to my second brother..."

"My second brother's third son wants to join the army, so don't expect him to use my connections," Shen Changchuan said.

There are plenty of people who want to join the army now, but those spots for performing arts soldiers are hard to come by. With Shen Changchuan's words, even if you qualify, you can forget about going.

Old Master Shen sighed, "It's also because I can't let it go. Didn't I want to give it to him?"

“I don’t even care about your little things. Old Zeng is going to give him the things from the Zeng family!” Shen Changchuan said.

"The eldest young master has a son!" Old Master Shen could hardly believe his ears.

"Perhaps it's fate. Shen Qian's wife recognized Lao Zeng as her godfather when they were in their brigade."

You know that Lao Zeng is coming back, right?

He transferred the property that was returned to him directly to his goddaughter's name. "Shen Changchuan was also a little confused. Zhou Gang said that Old Zeng didn't seem to intend to leave anything for his children at all."

Old Master Shen muttered, "He won't be at a disadvantage if he acknowledges you as his father, will he?"

"Old Zeng is coming back. With his uncle Old Zeng around, does he still need me?" Shen Changchuan didn't want to say anything else.

"You said his wife was a sent-down youth, right? What does her family do?" Old Master Shen asked.

"She studied traditional Chinese medicine, and she's a prized disciple of a leading figure in the field. Ruomei even needs her to look after her!"

"Do you think she needs me?" Shen Changchuan said helplessly. The couple really didn't need him.

"Ruomei knows her. You said she's in college, so they're classmates?" Old Master Shen asked.

Shen Changchuan nodded.

The old man walked away with his head drooping, looking like a wilted eggplant.