Chapter 97 The child can take any surname

"Oh no, this is terrible!"

"Get him to the hospital quickly."

Everyone rushed Bai Lu to the hospital.

Soon, news spread throughout the compound that Bai Lu had been rehearsing while ill and had collapsed from exhaustion.

Dang Xianghong said indignantly, "She's the only one who's working hard. Aren't the rest of us in rehearsals working hard too?"

Why should she get all the good reputation?

"I suspect she did it on purpose."

Shen Wanjun nodded hurriedly: "I think so too."

She pouted and retorted, "A normal person knows to rest when they feel unwell. Rehearsing isn't like going to war."

What difference does a one-day delay make?

As for work, if she has a cold, she can just rest; no one forces her to teach the children.

Dang Xianghong reached out to pinch Shen Wanjun's puffed-up cheeks, but then withdrew her hand after thinking about it.

She came back from the hospital with bacteria on her hands.

"Here's a mask for you, so you don't get infected."

"Thank you, Sister Hong." Shen Wanjun accepted the gift, and the two chatted for a while longer.

After confirming that Dang Xianghong's child was alright, Shen Wanjun went home.

Upon entering, I suddenly felt something was off—the house was excessively clean.

Song Juan, wearing a mask, was carrying a quilt and was about to go out to air it.

"Sister-in-law, I've cleaned the house a bit."

Bai Lu had visited, but she was still worried, feeling that the house had been contaminated with bacteria.

My sister-in-law is pregnant; she can't get infected.

Pregnant women cannot take medication; that would be extremely painful.

"Let me help you." Shen Wanjun reached out to take the blanket from her hands.

Song Juan said, "No need, sister-in-law, why don't you go out into the yard and get some sun?"

"Sunbathing is good for the fetus."

Song Juan applied the knowledge she learned from the textbook to her studies, speaking eloquently and logically, which made Shen Wanjun obedient.

She lay on the chair, idly cracking sunflower seeds.

Song Zhan moved a stool over and sat down next to her.

"Honey, let me massage your legs."

"Sister-in-law, the roasted sweet potatoes are here."

The Song siblings were very good at taking care of people, which pleased Shen Wanjun. She looked up at the sun and realized that her life was getting better day by day.

Shen Wanjun casually mentioned to the two of them that Bai Lu wanted her to sing a foreign language song.

"How could she be so vicious!" Song Juan was so angry that even the sweet potato in her hand didn't taste good anymore.

“She’s not fit to be a teacher.” Song Zhan’s face was grim. “Luckily you didn’t fall for her tricks.”

Shen Wanjun said smugly, "Who am I? I'm very smart."

Song Juan swept a wad of tissue that had been used to wipe her nose from under the table, and, suppressing her disgust, swept it into the trash can.

This made her even more certain that Bai Lu was not entirely malicious.

What does she want to do with this filth?

This is terrifying to think about!

The midday sun was warm and comforting, and Shen Wanjun was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.

Song Zhan was busy running around, while Song Juan stood by, offering guidance.

"Brother, be gentle, don't pull my sister-in-law's hair down."

Song Zhan was washing Shen Wanjun's hair, and without looking up, he said, "That's definitely not the case."

He'll feel bad.

Song Zhan moved gently and quietly, and Shen Wanjun was very satisfied. His technique was even better than that of a hairdresser.

After washing her hair, Song Zhan took a comb and gently combed her hair apart.

Shen Wanjun's hair is not long and dries quickly in the sun.

Song Zhan wiped his hair with a towel, but static electricity caused it to stick to the towel and stand on end.

Shen Wanjun raised her head, and through her curly hair, Song Zhan saw her pair of dark, grape-like eyes, which were incredibly beautiful.

My throat is itchy and uncomfortable, and my wife is getting more and more beautiful.

Song Juan asked, "Sister-in-law, have you named your child yet?"

Shen Wanjun shook her head: "There's no rush, take your time."

She did pick out a few names for boys and girls, and would ask Song Zhan for his opinion after the baby was born.

“I’ll listen to your sister-in-law, it doesn’t matter what she calls me,” Song Zhan said.

Names aren't important.

Song Juan said, "Sister-in-law, have you heard? Battalion Commander Zhang and his wife have been arguing again recently."

Shen Wanjun said calmly, "It's quite normal for them to argue."

It would be strange if they didn't argue one day.

"Do you know why?" Song Juan asked mysteriously.

Shen Wanjun asked cooperatively, "Why?"

It must be some trivial matter again.

Gao Xiaoman is pretentious and affected; she always likes to attract men's attention by arguing.

"She wanted the child to take her surname, saying that she was an only child and her family line could not be broken."

"How could that be? Children have always taken their father's surname since ancient times."

After Song Juan finished rambling on, seeing that Shen Wanjun didn't say anything, she suddenly remembered that her sister-in-law was also an only child.

She covered her mouth, realizing she had said something she shouldn't have.

He quickly replied, "Sister-in-law, I just said it casually, I didn't mean anything by it."

My sister-in-law probably doesn't think she's relaying a message to her, does she?

Shen Wanjuan smiled and said, "You're not the type to have so many hidden agendas."

Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to get back to work.

Song Zhan said, "Wife, the child can take any surname."

"You can take my surname?" Shen Wanjun asked curiously.

"Mm." Song Zhan nodded.

Shen Wanjun didn't believe it: "Really?"

A straight man like Song Zhan should take this kind of thing very seriously.

Children are the bloodline of the family, and there is almost no precedent for them to take their mother's surname.

Even in China, most children still take their father's surname.

Occasionally, a second child will take the mother's surname. If the father is a son-in-law who has married into the family, it is generally assumed that the child will take the mother's surname.

"Really?" Song Zhan nodded seriously. "You're the one who's had a tough pregnancy, and I haven't been able to help at all."

Shen Wanjun smiled and tapped his nose: "You are a great seed."

Song Zhan grinned and said, "Is it big?"

Shen Wanjun laughed hysterically, nestled in her arms, and exclaimed, "Absolutely!"

Song Zhan felt secretly pleased.

Huang Ya hadn't returned by dinner time.

According to the original plan, he should be having dinner with everyone right now.

Song Juan asked with some worry, "Could something have happened?"

She was worried that troublemakers might loot the medicine.

Last time they brought in some honeycomb briquettes, and someone came to steal them.

This time, Huang Yala brought medicine.

Life-saving medicine can fetch a lot of money.

"Don't worry, Dr. Huang can protect herself," Shen Wanjun comforted her.

Huang Ya is quite skilled and has extensive experience traveling all over the country. Even if he encounters something, he will surely be able to turn misfortune into good fortune.

Song Juan hugged her pillow and tossed and turned until she fell asleep.

On the other side, Shen Wanjun lay in bed, enjoying Song Zhan's daily massage service.

After the massage, he gently wiped Shen Wanjun's body with a damp towel.

The sight of the fair, tender flesh made Song Zhan feel hot all over.

The initial gentleness gradually increased the pressure.

Shen Wanjun had just been pressed to sleep by her, but now she slowly woke up again.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Song Zhan lean down and kiss her.

"Hmm~"

Song Zhan didn't give her a chance to speak, and continued to wipe her body with a towel in one hand.

With his other hand, he held her head to prevent her from moving.

An irresistible kiss landed forcefully, yet a hint of tenderness lingered between their intertwined lips and teeth.

Shen Wanjun was so weak from his kisses that Song Zhan's kissing skills were getting better and better.

She unconsciously gripped the bedsheets, and the tips of her ears gradually turned crimson.

"I'm sleepy," Shen Wanjun protested vaguely, but Song Zhan interrupted her with a low laugh: "You can sleep, it won't bother you."

Shen Wanjun's head was throbbing with shock. How could he be becoming more and more reckless?

Who taught them all these tricks?!