"Oh, I didn't realize that Brother Yan is from a famous family." Sang Tianen said teasingly with a smile, "I remember there was a famous doctor in the history book who also had the surname Yan. Could he be your ancestor?"
"Are you talking about Yan Qingshu?"
"It's not really related to your Yan family, is it?" Sang Tianen stopped and looked at him with shining eyes, "Oh my god, the descendant of a famous doctor, how disrespectful!"
She clasped her hands together and performed an ancient ritual in a strange manner. Yan Zheng laughed out loud at her, "What are you doing?"
"Bow your greetings to Brother Yan." Sang Tianen raised his eyebrows and said seriously, "Maybe your Yan family's ancestor saved my ancestor thousands of years ago. What's wrong with me bowing to you?"
"Sang Tianen, can you please be serious?" Yan Zheng grabbed her shoulders and stopped her from bending over, saying, "If you continue like this, I will ignore you."
Seeing that he was about to be annoyed by her again, Sang Tianen stopped acting weird and turned serious. He looked at him curiously and said, "Hey, why don't you study medicine? You actually studied computer science?"
The smile on Yan Zheng's face froze. After a few seconds, he said with a somewhat lost expression, "I originally wanted to study medicine, but after that incident, I gave up the idea. How can someone with a serious mental disorder save lives and heal the wounded?"
"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up this topic." Sang Tianen felt guilty and his voice lowered.
Yan Zheng smiled casually: "It's nothing, I really like my current job, you don't have to apologize."
The atmosphere was a bit heavy, and Sang Tianen began to change the subject. She asked in a light tone, "By the way, you haven't answered my question yet, is this house a gift from an old local tycoon?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Yan Zheng rolled his eyes at her, but his voice was very gentle. "This is my aunt's house. She died unexpectedly and had no children, so she left it to my grandmother. Later, my grandmother passed away and left it to my mother."
"Oh, I see." Sang Tianen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Think about it, if our family was really that rich, would I still need to take out a mortgage?" Yan Zheng said with a smile, "Why are you so stupid?"
Sang Tianen thought about it and it was true. The two of them strolled in the garden for a while and then went back to eat. During the meal, Yan's father began to introduce his relatives to Sang Tianen.
There were so many people that Sang Tianen only remembered a rough outline. He only knew that Yan Zheng's grandparents had five children, and his grandparents had eight children. His father was the fourth child, and his mother was the youngest.
Yan Zheng has more than a dozen cousins and seven or eight cousins, and these people have given birth to a large number of children. In short, this is a very prosperous family.
Sang Tianen also discussed the topic of having children with Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng said at the time that he wanted to have more children. Sang Tianen almost fainted on the spot when she heard that. But then she thought that it was not her who would give birth, and this feeling of rejection subsided a little.
Everyone ate and chatted, and most of the time Sang Tianen listened silently. It was not that she was not sociable, but she really couldn't understand. It was all medical stuff, and for an outsider like her, it was like listening to a foreign language.
Not long after the meal, relatives began to leave one after another. Before leaving, they stuffed a lot of red envelopes into Sang Tianen's pockets. Sang Tianen was embarrassed to accept them at first, but later, after being educated by Yan's father, he accepted them.
After the relatives had left, Yan Zheng's grandfather, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease, trembled as he took out a thick red envelope and handed it to Sang Tianen. He nodded while shaking his hands and said, "Well, not bad."
Sang Tianen took it with both hands in fear and trepidation. The old man yawned, waved to Uncle Zhang next to him, and the two left the living room together.
Now only Yan's father, Sang Tianen and Yan Zheng were left in the living room.
Father Yan smiled, took out a thick red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Sang Tianen, saying, "Here, take it."
Sang Tianen accepted the red envelope skillfully and said politely, "Thank you, uncle!"
"Why are you being so polite to your uncle? Xiao Zheng's mother went to the hospital unexpectedly today, so we didn't treat her well enough. Don't take it to heart." Father Yan looked at Sang Tianen with a smile, "If you have nothing to do in the future, come to your uncle and aunt's house for dinner more often."
"Uncle, you're welcome." Sang Tianen replied.
"Xiao Zheng, I think Xiao Sang has a good temper. You should control your temper and don't bully him." Father Yan turned his gaze to his son and said, "Bring Xiao Sang back to see mom and dad more often. Got it?"
Yan Zheng was a little dissatisfied. How could his father forget about him, his biological son, after meeting Sang Tianen once? He said reluctantly, "I understand."
"I won't say any more nonsense to save you from being annoying. Just drive slowly on the road."
"Dad!" Yan Zheng walked forward and hugged his father reluctantly, "You and Mom should take care of yourselves. I will come back to see you more often."
Yan's father's eyes were red, and his kind eyes fell on his son's face: "Dad and Mom don't matter, as long as you are doing well, we are fine."
It was three o'clock in the afternoon when he said goodbye to Yan's father. The summer heat was at its peak. As soon as Sang Tianen got into the driver's seat, he turned on the air conditioner.
Yan Zheng sat in the passenger seat, his eyes still a little red, as if he was still immersed in the emotions of the recent separation.
Sang Tianen threw his briefcase onto his lap and said, "Let's count how much we collected."
Yan Zheng's expression paused, his beautiful eyes blinked, and then he quickly lowered his head to unzip his bag, the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably: "It should be tens of thousands."
Sang Tianen stepped on the accelerator and backed out of the garage while turning the steering wheel: "I just felt around, and the ones who gave the most money should be your third aunt and your father."
"That's normal. My third aunt is like that. She has a bit of an odd temper and speaks bluntly, which makes her unpleasant. But she's actually very kind. She often goes to remote areas to provide free medical treatment and is very generous to us younger generations."
Yan Zheng said as he counted the red envelopes.
Sang Tianen smiled lightly: "I didn't say your third aunt was bad, you don't need to explain so much."
"She said you have kidney deficiency and I was afraid you'd be upset." Yan Zheng poured out another wad of money and began to count it. "Let's find a Chinese medicine store near our home and get some medicine."
"Brake!" Sang Tianen slammed on the brakes, the veins on his forehead throbbing. He gritted his teeth and turned to Yan Zheng and said, "Could you please not mention these two words in front of me? Don't you know that my kidneys are not deficient?"
Yan Zheng looked at her cautiously: "I know it's hard for you to accept, but my third aunt's medical skills are obvious to all..."
"Don't you feel good when we are together?" Sang Tianen's face turned green. These words were a great humiliation to her, even more difficult for her to accept than calling her a coward.
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