Chapter 639 Father and Son Talk

Does Xiao Yan have any secret skills that he doesn’t reveal to others?

About contraception and that kind of thing.

Because of Lu Qinniang's body shape, people felt that she could give birth to eight sons, but after giving birth to only one, there was no more movement.

Daya has been married for so many years but has not given birth to a child.

Yun Ting is even more amazing. She has always been able to remain as pure as a virgin in front of that tyrant.

Liu Jian didn't believe anything was wrong.

There must be some expert guidance.

Xiao Yan would definitely not tell him the real reason, so he came to ask his two "brothers-in-law".

He doesn't want to have a baby either!

Isn't this a common topic for everyone?

Jiang Xuan: "We will have a baby in the future, but we have to wait until Chi Chi is older."

Firstly, Daya was weak, and secondly, Jiang Xuan couldn't bear to see her lose.

When Chi Chi grows up a little, she will feel less lost.

But he still likes Chi Chi the most.

This is his "first child", it will always be different.

"I'm not asking that. I'm just asking why you didn't have to have children before. Did you go to see Dr. Hu?"

Yun Ting narrowed his eyes, "Why didn't you ask him?"

"I looked for him, but he didn't tell me the truth." Liu Jian said depressedly.

Jiang Xuan and Yun Ting exchanged glances.

Although no words were spoken, both of them were asking each other, "Can you speak?"

In the end, they tacitly decided to remain silent.

Liu Jian’s naivety is only limited to San Ya.

He is actually very meticulous.

For example, he knew everything about Yun Ting.

In fact, this kid has the potential to be an emperor.

——It would be better if you didn’t become so love-brained.

Poor Liu Jian, he didn’t get anything out of the question in the end.

depressed.

If he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have wasted his time.

He might as well go find his sister.

Not only did Yun Ting not tell him the truth, he also tried to trick him.

"Your Highness," Yun Ting said half-jokingly and half-seriously, holding the white porcelain cup, "What exactly do you like about Jiaojiao?"

From his perspective as an older brother, he can make San Ya change.

In fact, not only them, but also many wealthy families who truly love their daughters are unwilling to have anything to do with the royal family.

Liu Jian was silent for a while before saying, "Don't you think we are very similar?"

Yun Ting shook his head sincerely.

Didn't feel anything at all.

The best thing about having a younger sister is that you have your own younger sister.

Men, please don’t come here.

"You don't understand." Liu Jian didn't explain.

He also asked himself this question.

When I was little, I was silly and didn’t know what love was. I just liked to stick to my sister.

Now that I have grown up, I understand that the mutual attraction between souls is the most lasting.

Like his sister, he loves freedom, has similar interests, has no attachment to power, and really wants to live the life of his own choice without pursuing worldly meaning.

Moreover, my sister is the most dazzling woman in the world.

He likes a strong sister.

This kind of aesthetic may be different from others, but that's just how he is, and he has no intention of changing it.

The next day, Lu Qiniang and her family set off.

Liu Jian was waiting for Zhang Heyao to go to Beijing together, so he accompanied San Ya to go horseback riding.

——As for the farewell words, I have already reminded you of everything that should be said.

There was no need to make my sister sad anymore and watch the family leave.

Xiaoman came to see them off.

Yun Ting gave him a sword.

——That was what Xiao Yan used when he was a child.

However, Yun Ting didn't say anything, and Xiaoman didn't ask either. They just thanked him, accepted it, and remained silent for a long time.

Yun Ting patted his head and said softly, "Boy, be fine."

The carriage started slowly.

Lu Qiniang took her three daughters in a carriage.

For Qi Niang, she will see Xiao Man again soon, but San Ya doesn't know when she will see him again.

So she couldn't help wiping away her tears at this moment, and couldn't bear to leave San Ya.

The carriage blocked her view, so she didn't see Xiaoman standing there alone watching them leave.

He pursed his lips tightly and stared stubbornly at the convoy that was moving further and further away, refusing to blink even until his eyes became sore.

He held the sword that Yun Ting gave him tightly in his arms.

He was like a small tree forgotten in the wilderness.

Xiao Yan saw it.

Xiao Yan sat upright on his horse, his posture still as straight as a mountain.

He did not move forward with the convoy, but instead pulled the reins and stayed where he was.

There had never been a moment when he felt the kind of telepathic connection that he felt as if he were connected by blood.

Xiao Yan understands Xiaoman’s entanglement, pain and loneliness.

The natural yearning for liveliness and family affection, and the clear awareness of his loyalty to Zhang Heyao and his awkward identity, were tearing fiercely apart in his little body.

The wind blew across Xiao Yan's cheek, bringing with it a biting chill.

Xiao Yan's knuckles turned slightly white from the force of holding the reins.

How he wanted to ride over, pick up the lonely little man, put him on his horse, and take him away.

But he can't.

He could only watch like this, silently telling his son with his eyes: Dad is here, Dad understands everything, Dad loves you the same way, it has nothing to do with anyone else.

It's his fault.

The current situation was caused by him.

Xiao Yan tried to hold back again and again, but still couldn't help but dismount and strode towards Xiaoman.

When I got closer, I saw that Xiaoman had burst into tears without me noticing.

But even when he was crying, he didn't make any sound.

He just stood there quietly and alone, letting his tears flow, tightly hugging the sword that Xiao Yan had used.

Xiao Yan bent down and picked him up.

Xiaoman could no longer control her emotions. She buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed, her body trembling.

"Xiao Man—" Xiao Yan's Adam's apple rolled up and down as he spoke with difficulty, "As long as you can be yourself and live a safe and smooth life, I will be satisfied. I don't care whose son you are."

If this multiple-choice question is so difficult and painful for Xiaoman.

Then he let go first.

He may not have the title of "son", but he will never let Xiaoman live his entire life caught between blood ties and gratitude, enduring endless struggle and torment.

At the moment he finished speaking, he seemed to feel Xiaoman's lips pressed against his neck, moving very slightly and vaguely, and the word "Dad" in a mosquito-like voice with a crying tone floated into his ears like an illusion.

Or maybe... it's just the howling of the wind.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Really, it doesn't matter that much.

Xiao Yan patted Xiao Man on the back and said softly, "Xiao Man is a man now. I'm proud of you."

He never felt anxious about recognizing his relatives.

At first, he might have thought it was just a child being willful. It didn't matter. It was because his biological father had been absent for too long and he deserved this alienation.

But later, gradually, he began to understand.

He understands Xiaoman's inner entanglement and separation, loneliness and helplessness.

He felt distressed.

At this moment, he just wanted to use his arms to tell this prematurely sensible child: No matter which path you choose, Dad is here.

Understand you and be proud of you.