I could vaguely see figures inside, seemingly having dinner together, but there was no one at the table; instead, a group of people were anxiously discussing something.

"Could it be that the Sang family has also encountered some difficulties?"

Zu An was startled and quickly walked over.

He didn't try to hide his footsteps, and Sang Hong quickly noticed and turned around abruptly: "Who's there?"

The others were also startled and turned around.

"Uncle, hello!" Zu An smiled, but his eyes couldn't help but dart towards the two women beside him.

Because Zheng Dan was nominally a widow, her clothes were rather plain. However, she always loved to look beautiful, and her clothes were subtly adorned with small flowers, which added a touch of vitality to her whole being. It truly lived up to the saying, "To look pretty, wear mourning clothes."

Goose Egg's face showed no trace of the sorrow of widowhood; on the contrary, she was beautiful and charming, and men passing by couldn't help but turn around after just one glance.

Sang Qian possessed a different kind of beauty, that of a well-bred lady. Compared to her sister-in-law's radiant beauty, she appeared more refined and delicate.

However, after not seeing her for a while, she seemed to have gained some weight, and she had lost some of her usual girlish naiveté, instead gaining more of the charm of a young woman.

"Brother Zu!"

"Brother Zu!"

The two women exclaimed in unison, then looked at each other and blushed.

Sang Hong, however, was already used to it and asked with delight, "Auntie, when did you get back?"

"I..." Zuan was about to answer when suddenly a baby's cry came from behind them.

Zu An was taken aback. He saw Sang Qian and Zheng Dan turn around in a fluster and pick up a beautiful baby from the cradle.

Sang Hong was also very nervous, but it was inconvenient for him to go over, so he could only pace back and forth like an ant on a hot pan: "Qian'er, is she hungry?"

Sang Qian rolled her eyes in annoyance: "I just fed her, how could she be hungry so soon?"

"Then why is she crying so hard?" Sang Hong asked anxiously.

"I don't know either, Aunt Mu, what do you think is wrong with her?" Sang Qian looked to Aunt Mu for help.

Aunt Mu blushed and said, "I don't know either. I've never had a child."

The group was in a flurry of activity and completely ignored Zu An.

Zheng Dan kept making faces at the baby to try and comfort her, but the baby was still crying loudly, leaving Zheng Dan at a loss: "Qianqian, why don't you feed her some more?"

She was just a young girl and didn't know how to soothe a baby, so she subconsciously thought that breastfeeding could solve most problems.

“This is…” Zuan finally couldn’t help but look at the child, his voice a little hoarse.

Zheng Dan's eyes lit up: "That's right, let her father hold her, maybe she wants to see her father."

He took the baby from Sang Qian's arms and happily handed it to Zu An.

Zuan was at a loss, feeling the tiny life in his hands, he didn't know what to do with his hands.

If I use too much force, I'm afraid I'll hurt her; if I use too little force, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold her securely.

"You should hold her like this, supporting her bottom, letting her body lie in the crook of your arm, and supporting her neck as well..." Seeing his clumsy movements, Sang Qian broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly came over to help guide him.

Sweating profusely, Zuan finally learned how to do it. Strangely enough, the child who had been crying suddenly quieted down and instead blinked his big eyes, looking at him with curiosity.

"She...she's my child?"

Sang Qian blushed slightly: "Yes, our child is a daughter."

Her tone became somewhat melancholic towards the end, as the plan was ideal to have a son to carry on the Sang family line.

But she was mostly overjoyed, after all, this was her own flesh and blood.

Zuan gently stroked the little life in his arms, making her giggle, her little hands waving unconsciously.

He couldn't help but reach out his fingers; the little hand was so small that the fist could barely hold half of his fingers.

Zuan suddenly felt a sense of closeness, like blood relatives, and couldn't help but laugh like a fool: "So cute, she'll definitely be a great beauty when she grows up."

Seeing his joyful expression, Sang Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Zheng Dan, who was standing to the side, was also smiling, but as she smiled, she suddenly felt a little lost.

"When was she born?" Zu'an asked curiously.

“About three months ago, you disappeared, and we couldn’t contact you.” Sang Hong cleared his throat, his expression somewhat complicated. His previous plans had come to nothing, and he had even lost his daughter and daughter-in-law. He felt a bit guilty about the loss.

"Have you chosen a name yet?" Zu'an asked, still immersed in joy.

"Not yet, I'll get it when you come back," Sang Qian said shyly.

"Huh?" Zuan was exasperated. "I'm terrible at naming things, you can tell just by looking at the title of this lousy novel."

At this moment, Zheng Dan suddenly laughed and said, "Actually, Qianqian has a name in mind, Si'an."

"Oh my god, are you trying to kill me?" Sang Qian was immediately embarrassed and pretended to tear her mouth off.

"Si'an?" Zu'an was taken aback. Did she miss him? He felt a warmth in his heart and a sense of home.

"How about we call her Sisi?" "I used to think it was unrealistic to see stories on TV about people getting sick from exhaustion, but today I experienced it firsthand. For the past two months, I've been working overtime, writing from the moment I open my eyes until I close them. Every time I sleep, I feel completely drained. The key is that with this three-chapter-a-day schedule, if I only write two chapters one day, I have to write four the next to make up for it. If I only write one chapter one day, I have to write four chapters in two consecutive days to make up for it. This update speed might be nothing for other authors, but it's killing me. The stress and insomnia, along with other daily life issues, all affect my writing. To make up for the missed updates, I wrote 13,000 words yesterday, and I felt very accomplished, finally catching up so I could post three chapters together the next day. But then I felt unwell that night, and sure enough, I got sick from exhaustion. I'll probably need to rest a bit; my body can't take it anymore. However, after two months of stable updates, I think I should gradually get rid of the one-chapter-a-day pattern. But my updates might be a bit unstable these days, please forgive me!"