Thirty-three thousand taels of gold?

So... this person in black is the "old woman Bu Youran" mentioned by Zuo An?

"yes!"

Hua Qingcheng responded promptly and decisively. Just one performance could offset the thirty-three thousand taels of gold she owed Zuo An. It was such a steal...

"For Zuo'an's future child, will you agree to let him take his father's family's surname?" Bu Youran asked, covering his aching heart and suppressing his anger.

Hua Qingcheng: ...

When Hua Qingcheng thought that Zuo An was from a country where men were respected, she understood that children in a country where men were respected did take their father's surname.

"Well...as long as Zuo An likes it, he can give his child whatever surname he wants!" Hua Qingcheng said indifferently. After all, it wasn't her child, so it didn't matter whether he took the father's surname or the mother's.

Bu Youran, who was originally furious, had his frown slightly relaxed after hearing the words.

"Remember what you said!"

"And... take good care of Zuo'an!"

Bu Youran looked at the two of them meaningfully, then flicked his sleeves and left.

"Uncle Zuo, what did you say to your mother that made her so angry?" Hua Qingcheng, who was sitting at the head of the bed, touched Zuo An's arm with her elbow.

“Cough cough cough…”

"I... I just told her... that you were pregnant with my child!" Zuo An's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't look into Hua Qingcheng's eyes.

"What?"

"You actually told her that!"

Hua Qingcheng grabbed Zuo An's face and twisted it hard, looking gritting her teeth.

"Act...act!"

"Hua Qingcheng, let go of your hand..." Zuo An felt a pain on his left cheek and shouted loudly.

"That's not right. I am a woman from a country where women are respected. How could I get pregnant?" Hua Qingcheng suddenly thought of this and looked at Zuo An suspiciously.

"Why do you care so much? It's enough as long as that old woman Bu Youran believes it. If she asks about it again in the future, just say that you lost your child..." Zuo An felt a little guilty, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he spoke even louder.

"Okay, let her think whatever she wants!" Hua Qingcheng said indifferently. She was not her mother anyway, so why should she be anxious?

"By the way, you had a high fever just now and almost became a fool. I gave you antipyretics and applied cold compresses to reduce your temperature. You owe me thirty-three thousand taels of gold!" Hua Qingcheng put her hand directly on Zuo An's shoulder and raised her eyebrows at him teasingly.

“So expensive?”

"No... Hua Qingcheng, even if your medicine is made of gold, it shouldn't be worth so much money, right?" Zuo An exclaimed.

"Of course the medicine is not worth that much money. What is worth that much money is your uncle Zuo An's life, isn't it?" Hua Qingcheng looked at Zuo An with a smile, and shut him up with what he had said.