Wei Aiguo nodded; that was the reason. Song Yan's concerns were valid.
Song Yan: "This gift is so thoughtful. That ancient book is quite valuable. The prescriptions I remembered are only at the beginning. The prescriptions are well-structured and worth studying. The later contents are probably even better."
Song Yan unfolded the clothes that Secretary Fang had brought, and they were all quite nice.
Wei Aiguo: "I am just an insignificant soldier. In their eyes, I am nothing."
Normally, I wouldn't dare to confront them head-on. My decision not to pursue the matter isn't necessarily out of magnanimity; perhaps it's because I'm afraid to.
With Commander Zhao standing up for me, the other three families knew they couldn't underestimate me because of him.
However, Commander Zhao was probably no match for Elder Shen, so Secretary Fang stepped in.
This gives me the right to say let them go.
Song Yan and Wei Aiguo couldn't understand why Secretary Fang was being so kind to them, or rather, why General Shen was being so kind to them. They rushed over in a hurry, arriving in the middle of the night…
"General Shen!" Song Yan muttered to herself. She suddenly cupped Wei Aiguo's face in her hands, examining him closely, making Wei Aiguo feel uncomfortable. "Does your father have any long-lost brothers? Does your mother have any long-lost brothers?"
“No! I’ve never heard of it,” Wei Aiguo said definitively.
"If they were long-lost cousins, we shouldn't imagine them like that! They'd be more like nephews or cousins!"
Wei Aiguo was confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Is there a lock on the long-legged one?" Song Yan asked.
"They look alike! They're definitely father and son! Shuanzhu looks remarkably like his dad." Wei Aiguo didn't understand why they were being mentioned.
"You're not allowed to get angry! I mean, if you were standing next to General Shen... it would be like being tied up next to Cheng Yousuo." Song Yan finished speaking, afraid that Wei Aiguo would be unhappy.
"How is that possible?" Wei Aiguo thought Song Yan was just talking nonsense.
Song Yan: "Really! I was quite surprised when I met General Shen. But I was too busy with my child's illness to think much about it."
“My family definitely doesn’t have any missing relatives, so don’t overthink it.” Wei Aiguo really had no idea what Song Yan was thinking.
"And another thing, how did Secretary Fang know about this, given how far apart we are?" Song Yan felt that more than one thing was inexplicable.
“It’s not just this one place that’s hard to explain. I think we’ll figure it out someday. You said your future child will have the surname Zeng. Isn’t your child my child? Did you ask me? Besides, where is the child?” Wei Aiguo pulled Song Yan over and looked at him.
How embarrassing! I was so focused on expressing my attitude to Secretary Fang that I forgot there were some things Wei Aiguo didn't know.
"People say old people are like children, they really are. That day, Old Zeng got upset and started acting strangely, so I... I..."
Wei Aiguo pressed, "You gave my child away without even asking me?"
"Where is your child? Where is he? That's a pipe dream. I'll adopt one in the future, one with the surname Zeng." Song Yan tried to get out of bed and get away, but Wei Aiguo still grabbed her.
"Do you think I'm not capable of letting you have a child? You want to adopt one too." Wei Aiguo said with a serious face, clearly unhappy.
"Old Zeng wasn't very reasonable the other day, and you're the same today. Are you planning to be dissatisfied with nothing?" Song Yan felt a little guilty and pulled the blanket over himself. "You're being unreasonable, you're being unreasonable!"
Song Yan was lying with his back to him, and Wei Aiguo suddenly found it very funny.
Hearing Wei Aiguo's chuckle, Song Yan muttered, "That's hilarious!"
Wei Aiguo stroked Song Yan's smooth face. He wanted to lean down and kiss him, but his injured arm made it inconvenient.
"Help me lie down!"
"You're slowly getting better, so why can't you lie down anymore?" Even though Song Yan said that, he still got up to help him.
Wei Aiguo lay down and casually put his arm around Song Yan. "How many children do you plan to have for me?"
"It's getting late, time to sleep!" Song Yan reached out and pulled the light cord.
"How did Old Zeng bring up the matter of the child?" Wei Aiguo asked.
He wasn't really angry, so Song Yan finished recounting what had happened that day, including everything except the incident at the courtyard house...
“You talked a lot that night, did you finish telling me everything?” Wei Aiguo asked.
"No, and as for the matter of Lao Zeng's private property, I have never coveted it, and I will pretend I didn't hear it." Song Yan meant that he didn't want to talk about it.
Wei Aiguo: You still haven't answered me, how many children do you need?
We haven't even done anything yet, and we're already thinking about the kids—that's too far ahead. Song Yan buried her face in Wei Aiguo's shoulder. "I'm tired! Let's sleep!"
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