Even after being scolded by Song Fei, Yan Jiang actually laughed.
Seeing him laugh, Song Fei frowned in confusion and asked him ferociously, "What are you laughing at?"
Yan Jiang pressed his fist against his lips to stop the corners of his mouth from rising. When his smile subsided, Yan Jiang said, "Song Fei, you're so cute when you're jealous."
"Shut up!"
Song Fei lowered the brim of her hat towards the right side of her cheek to cover her red ears.
Yan Jiang still couldn't help but laugh.
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Considering her grandfather's declining health, Song Ci decided to return to the villa halfway up the mountain for a while. Han Zhan packed up his things and drove back to the villa halfway up the mountain with Song Ci.
Passing by the Cheng family's gate, Song Ci noticed many luxury cars parked there. She saw several familiar faces, all distant relatives of the Cheng family, whom Song Ci had met several times in her previous life.
Generally, these distant relatives would only come over when something big happened or there was an important festival.
There were so many people and cars that Han Zhan slowed down a bit. When the distant relatives of the Cheng family heard the sound of wheels, they turned around to look at Han Zhan's car, but when they saw it was a Volvo, they looked away again.
Han Zhan looked at the silhouette of the Cheng family reflected in the rearview mirror, feeling somewhat puzzled. "What happened to the Cheng family?"
Song Ci touched the wedding ring and said calmly, "I heard that the old lady of the Cheng family is in poor health. It may just happen in the next two days."
"So suddenly?"
The old lady of the Cheng family was a year younger than Han Aoyu. The Cheng family had even held a birthday party for her last year, but her health wasn't great then. She had survived the winter, only to collapse in this spring of revival.
Thinking of Han Aoyu, Song Ci suddenly said: "Han Zhan, before the birth, let's live in grandpa's house for a long time."
Han Zhan looked over and took a deep look at Song Ci. This was Song Ci. She wasn't as smart and cunning as Song Fei, but she also had her own cuteness.
"...good."
Han Aoyu was overjoyed to learn that Song Ci would be staying here during her pregnancy. He said, "If Song Ci wasn't pregnant, I would really like to renovate the house and decorate it to suit the tastes of young people like you."
"Forget it, Grandpa, it's fine this way." Song Ci saw Han Aoyu staring at her belly, as if he wanted to touch it but was embarrassed. She smiled knowingly, reached out and held Han Aoyu's hand, gently placing his hand on her lower abdomen.
Han Ao Yu was stunned.
With his palms placed on Song Ci's flat belly, Han Ao Yu's heart softened when he thought that there was a little life growing in her belly and that the little life would be born soon and cry loudly.
"My great-grandson, I am your great-grandfather!"
Song Ci couldn't help laughing. She imitated the tone of a baby and said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, hello, I'm Banban."
Han Aoyu chuckled. He pulled Song Ci to sit down and hinted to Han Zhan with his eyes to pour him some tea. Han Zhan poured tea for his grandfather and heard his grandfather suddenly say, "I don't know if the baby in Song Ci's belly is a boy or a girl."
Hearing this, Han Zhan quickly gave Song Ci a reassuring look.
Pregnant mothers hate to hear others talk about the gender of their unborn baby the most.
Song Ci shook his head and smiled at him, indicating that he didn't care.
Han Zhan then told Han Ao Yu in a serious tone: "Grandpa, don't say such things in the future. I like both boys and girls." Han Zhan thought that his grandfather was patriarchal and wanted Song Ci to give birth to a boy.
Realizing that Han Zhan had misunderstood him, Han Aoyu raised his leg and stepped on Han Zhan, cursing, "Get lost! Which ear of yours heard me dislike girls?"
Han Zhan: "...what you said sounds ambiguous."
Han Aoyu chuckled and said, "I'm thinking of a name for my future great-grandson. How could I possibly favor boys over girls? When your mother was little, she would climb on top of me and act wild!"
Han Zhan remained silent.
Instead, Song Ci asked Han Ao Yu with a smile: "Grandpa, do you have any nice names? Please tell me." Song Ci still respected Han Ao Yu. It was an honor to have her grandfather give a name to her child.
Han Aoyu thought for a moment and said, "I have high hopes for this child. I want to give him the 'Yu' in my name. If it's a boy, how about naming him Lingyu? Han Lingyu!"
Han Aoyu named the baby in Song Ci's belly Han Lingyu, hoping that the child would surpass him in the future.
Song Ci said hesitantly, "This name is too grand."
"Just give him another mean nickname. Goudan, Tiedan, Ludan, Yadan, Huzi..." Han Ao Yu listed more than ten mean names in one breath.
Song Ci was stunned when he heard this.
Han Zhan asked, "What if it's a girl?"
Han Ao Yu pondered for a moment before saying, "If it's a girl, call her Han Jingyu." Han Ao Yu tilted his head and looked at Song Ci and asked her, "Song girl, what do you think? If you don't like it, then name it according to your preference." He was still relatively open-minded.
After thinking for a while, Song Ci said, "I like the name Han Jingyu. As for Han Lingyu..." Song Ci said carefully, "I still think that name is a bit too big. So, if it's a boy, we will name him Han Zhen, and when he reaches the age of twenty, we will give him the courtesy name 'Lingyu'. What do you think, Grandpa?"
Han Aoyu nodded approvingly and said, "Han Zhen is a good name. Let's do as you say."
Since the subject of courtesy names had been brought up, Song Ci suddenly looked towards Han Zhan. Han Zhan's grandmother was a well-educated and well-mannered scholar. Perhaps she had also given him a courtesy name when Han Zhan turned twenty.
Song Ci asked Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, what is Brother Han's name?"
Hearing Song Ci's question, Han Zhan suddenly stood up and left.
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's back as he hurried up the stairs. Just as she was feeling strange, she heard Han Aoyu say, "Han Zhan's name is Zhenhua."
Zhenhua?
Song Ci was stunned, and the name Lu Zhenhua subconsciously popped up in her mind. In "My Fair Princess", the famous Lu Zhenhua, Yiping's father who had nine wives!
No wonder Han Zhan slipped away so quickly; he must have felt embarrassed. "It's a good name." Although Lu Zhenhua had become a meme on the internet, the two characters 'Zhenhua' were a clever and well-chosen name.
It was getting late, and Han Aoyu had to go to bed. Song Ci watched Han Aoyu go back to his room, and then went upstairs to their room. Standing at the door, Song Ci raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but she suddenly stopped when she thought of something.
Song Ci pinched her throat and coughed, then knocked hard on the door -
Han Zhan finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom while drying his hair. He heard Song Ci's shrill voice outside the door, imitating Aunt Xue's cursing tone in the TV series "Romance in the Rain", and angrily cursed: "Han Zhenhua! You have nine wives, am I the only one cheating on you?"
Han Zhan's eyebrows were twitching wildly.
He knew that Song Ci, the acting genius, would not let him go.
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