Chapter 37 The one I wanted to marry, I've already married.
After a few rounds of drinks, the former political commissar took his son away.
Before leaving, Yuan Hui was reluctant to part and repeatedly promised to meet again next time.
With Su's help, Deng Qiu quickly finished cleaning up the dishes.
After the guests left, she was finally able to sit down and talk properly with Jiang Anchao about their relationship.
Deng Qiu told the children to go to the living room to watch TV, while she leaned on the riverbank and went back to the master bedroom to rest.
"The former political commissar's alcohol tolerance was only so-so. If I hadn't had a few drinks at your house first, I bet I would have knocked him out."
Jiang Anchao, his face still flushed from the alcohol, took the initiative to put his arm around Deng Qiu's waist, their posture as intimate as could be.
"Wife, you're the best..."
Deng Qiu tried to push him away but couldn't. "Jiang Anchao, let's talk. You promised to tell me everything after you returned to your parents' home."
"My head is so dizzy..."
He exaggeratedly covered his head, clearly trying to avoid being questioned.
Deng Qiu's face had turned cold. Although her eyes were still relatively calm, she just stared at him, determined not to give up until she got to the bottom of things.
Jiang Anchao sighed softly, knowing that he couldn't escape it.
He rested his head on Deng Qiu's neck and whispered, "Actually, this isn't my second marriage. This is my first. Gan Su and Zhen Wei... are the children of my comrades-in-arms. I didn't tell you because I was afraid the children would overthink it. I didn't mean to hide it from you."
Deng Qiu narrowed her eyes; it was indeed close to her guess.
Gansu is five years old and Zhenwei is four and a half years old. No matter how you look at it, their ages don't quite match up.
Moreover, when her in-laws came, they were very cold towards the two children, and she didn't understand why they didn't kiss her two grandsons.
Now that I've figured it out, I'm afraid my in-laws will really dislike these two kids.
Who would be happy to see their son announce that they have two sons before they are even married? Not only would it damage their reputation, but it could even affect their work in the military.
Jiang Anchao is so foolish to sacrifice his personal future for his child.
Deng Qiu's heart softened a little, and her attitude became slightly less cold. She lifted his face and asked seriously, "Aren't you afraid that after adopting a child, you won't be able to find a wife?"
"What's there to be afraid of? I'll just do what I'm supposed to do and have a clear conscience." Jiang An smiled, his large, warm hands tightly encircling her waist. "Besides, marriage is predestined. Isn't God being kind to me by sending you to my side?"
Deng Qiu was shy and not used to being so intimate with him.
She avoided his burning gaze and asked, "So, in your first marriage, you married someone who's divorced and has a child. Don't you feel like you're getting the short end of the stick?"
Jiang Anchao curled his lips into a smile, his tone indistinct, "I knew about your first marriage the night before... I saw you secretly washing the sheets."
Deng Qiu quickly covered his mouth, "You didn't know me before we got married!"
He yanked her hand away, "I don't care..."
Jiang Anchao said, word by word, with particular seriousness, "I value you as a person. Whether you are good or bad is irrelevant to me, and there is no question of me losing out."
A divorced man can still be popular as long as he has a good job.
But divorced women can't hold their heads high.
She was shocked that these words would come from a man, and that he could be so tolerant in an era that valued chastity so highly.
Deng Qiu's words came out in a panic and without coherence, "So your mother said you have a fiancée, she's a sent-down youth who returned to the city, right? She must be better than me in every way, prettier than me, never been married before, maybe even more educated than me... What if you regret it?"
He peeled away her defenses layer by layer, using his sincerity as a stepping stone.
Deng Qiu knew that she had already begun to give in to this man, but because she had feelings for him, she was particularly concerned about his past romantic relationships.
What if he really regrets it?
Deng Qiu lowered her head, feeling inferior and unworthy of him.
Jiang An exerted a little force on her wrist, and she instantly fell into his arms, the two of them collapsing onto the bed.
Deng Qiu tried to get up, but he held her down.
"Don't move, just give me a hug."
Jiang Anchao's dark eyes were misty with alcohol as he murmured, "Believe it or not, the woman I wanted to marry, I've already married..."
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evening
Zhizhi, carrying the fresh figs she had just taken out of her spatial dimension, was preparing to go find her handsome brother.
She didn't know the way, so she called her brother to go to the Yuan family's house together.
As soon as I arrived at the Yuan family's door, I heard the sounds of arguing, with plates and bowls being smashed, coming from inside.
"He's blind, what's the point of sending him out? Are we just going to make him a laughingstock?"
"My son likes it, he should go out and make new friends!"
"I'm the principal dancer of the performing arts troupe! If people outside find out that our son is blind, where will I put my face?"
"Face, face, all you ever think about is face! Wen Qingqian, have I been too lenient with you?!"
Zhenwei swallowed nervously. "They're arguing. How about we come another day?"
Sang Zhizhi nodded. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly saw Yuan Hui sitting alone on the steps of the courtyard in the dim light, his small body trembling.
The handsome older brother... ...he's crying.
The little one knew it was impolite to go to his uncle and aunt's house when they were arguing.
But she really couldn't bear to see her wonderful brother heartbroken all by himself.
She clenched her little fists, mustered her courage, and stepped into the yard.
"Pretty brother... Zhizhi is here to play with you, don't cry, okay?"
The wind was cold on early autumn nights, and Yuan Hui was used to staying outside alone in the cold wind when her parents were arguing.
Until now...
He reached out his hand in the direction of the sound, and finally a sound came from his throat, which had been silent for a long time.
"Was it cold on your way here?"
He showed concern for her as always, which made Zhizhi even more upset.
She tried her best to make a funny face, saying, "Zhizhi is a little sun, and a little sun isn't afraid of the cold!"
As he spoke, the little cub stretched out his hand and breathed on it to warm it up, then rubbed it until it was warm before quickly grasping Yuan Hui's hand.
"Brother, are you cold? Warm your hands, they won't be cold anymore when they're warm~"
Back in Sangjiapo, this is how Mom warmed Zhizhi's hands. She would say over and over again, "Mom, warm my hands. After you warm them, they won't be cold anymore."
The little cub felt that this wasn't fast enough, so she simply picked up the handsome older brother's hand and pressed it against her cheek.
"Zhizhi's face is very hot, so she's using it as a hand warmer for her brother."
Yuan Hui finally smiled.
He gently pinched his sister's cheek; the touch was as soft as cotton candy.
He thought, "How cute."
I wish he had a younger sister too.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't have one, he still has his little sister Zhizhi.
But if only I could open my eyes and see my little sister Zhizhi...
Sang Zhizhi peeled open a purple fig and handed it to him, "Brother, eat this, the ones Zhizhi grew are sweet and spicy!"
Yuan Hui took it, took a bite, and found the fruit's delicate fragrance mixed with a subtle milky aroma—a fruit he had never tasted before.
While the handsome young man was eating fruit, Sang Zhizhi whispered, "Handsome young man, your tears have wet the ribbon, can Zhizhi take it off for you?"
She wanted to use the spiritual spring to heal the handsome brother's eyes and help him recover quickly.
Yuan Hui lowered her head in self-consciousness, "It's ugly, I'm afraid it will scare you..."
His mother repeatedly told him, in a disgusted tone, to cover his eyes and not to come out and scare people.
Even Aunt Qin didn't want to look into his eyes.
He only has one friend, Zhizhi, and he doesn't want to scare her away too.
"It's okay, maybe Zhizhi has magic and can help brother see it?"
"Then... you can pick it."
Yuan Hui's heart was pounding. He was afraid that Zhi Zhi would dislike him, but he couldn't bear to refuse any of her requests.
Sang Zhizhi stood on the steps and slowly reached out to untie the silk ribbon.
The moment the cub saw his eyes, it almost forgot to breathe...
What beautiful eyes!
A faint blue halo appeared above her light brown pupils, and her eyelashes were thick and long. Even though she knew her brother couldn't see her, she was still amazed when she saw those eyes staring at her.
She was still shocked.
The little cub swallowed hard and asked softly, "Pretty brother, perhaps... do you believe in magic?"
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