When the sisters-in-law saw the baby, their eyes lit up instantly, and they gathered around him, praising him non-stop. Yang Qingyan also moved closer, her eyes fell on the baby tenderly, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of love in her heart. After just a few days of not seeing him, the little guy has grown so pink and tender, with skin as delicate as a freshly peeled egg, making her want to get close to him. She couldn't help but reach out her hand and gently touch the baby's face, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing his sweet dreams.
Liang Huantao happened to see this scene. She rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile appeared on her face, and she joked, "Qingyan, you like children so much, when are you going to have one with Mu Yingchang?"
As soon as these words came out, the sisters-in-law around them all started to cheer, and all their eyes turned to Yang Qingyan. Yang Qingyan's cheeks flushed instantly, and she smiled awkwardly, scratching her head and said, "Hehe, this has to be left to nature." In fact, only she herself knew that her uterine cold had not been completely cured, and although she and Mu Nanhe were husband and wife in name, they had not slept in the same bed yet, and the matter of having a child had not yet been decided.
Everyone sat together, laughing and talking, sharing parenting tips and family gossip, and a warm atmosphere filled the whole house. Before they knew it, it was getting dark, and everyone had finished chatting, so they got up, said goodbye, and went back to their own homes.
As soon as Yang Qingyan walked out the door, she heard Wei Wan calling her softly from behind: "Sister Qingyan, wait a minute." Yang Qingyan turned around and saw Wei Wan was about to get up from the bed. She hurried back a few steps, held Wei Wan down and said, "Sister-in-law, don't move. Just lie down and talk if you have anything to say."
Wei Wan took Yang Qingyan's hand and said gratefully, "Sister, I was thinking of asking Jianjun to come to your house to thank you some other day, but it happened that you came today. I have always felt bad about this. You saved my life and my child's life. These are just a little token of our appreciation. You must accept them." As she spoke, she winked at Liu Jianjun.
Liu Jianjun understood and turned to go into the inner room. After a while, he took out a bunch of high-end gifts, including exquisite gift boxes of cakes, beautifully packaged supplements, and rare imported fabrics. These things are rare and valuable in ordinary people's homes.
Seeing this, Yang Qingyan quickly waved her hand to refuse: "Sister-in-law, this is not possible. I am helping you because I am a benevolent doctor. It is my duty. Why should I accept such an expensive thing?" She really felt that she had only done her best and was unworthy of it.
Wei Wan was unyielding, her eyes slightly reddened: "Sister, please don't refuse. Without you, I can't imagine what the consequences would be. This is just our little gift. If you don't accept it, I will always feel uneasy."
Liu Jianjun also echoed: "Comrade Yang, please accept it. This is the will of our whole family. If you don't accept it, we don't know how to face you in the future."
Yang Qingyan couldn't refuse, and seeing the sincerity and persistence on Wei Wan and her husband's faces, she hesitated and had to accept it. She knew in her heart that this was not only a gift, but also a heavy gratitude from Wei Wan's family. If she refused again, it would seem stupid.
"Then sister-in-law and brother Liu, I will respectfully obey your orders. Thank you." Yang Qingyan thanked them sincerely, and Wei Wan then showed a relieved smile and reminded her a few words about having a good rest. Only then did Yang Qingyan say goodbye and leave.
Along the way, Yang Qingyan held the gift, feeling warm and emotional. In Japan, people fought against each other for survival, snatched resources, and schemed against each other, but here, there was such sincere friendship and gratitude everywhere, which made her feel that the current life was precious, and she secretly decided to protect this warm homeland more in the future.
Yang Qingyan returned home slowly. She had just put away the gift she brought back from Wei Wan, and before she had time to catch her breath, there was a hurried knock on the door. Then, the soldier's voice came in: "Comrade Yang, two people who claim to be your parents are here to visit." Yang Qingyan's mouth curled up meaningfully, and without saying anything, she stood up and went out to greet them.
Her mind was like a mirror, and she knew all the aggrieved things in the past of the original owner. She even wanted to travel through time and space to find out the immoral things that this so-called parents had done. Take the original owner and Mu Nanhe for example. They slept together at the beginning, which was all the "masterpiece" of this cruel pair of parents. They coveted Mu Nanhe's identity as a military officer and calculated to get a large sum of betrothal gifts from the Mu family. They were so crazy that they drugged the original owner, made her dizzy, and fed her aphrodisiacs, and then went straight to Mu Nanhe's bed. On the other hand, Mu Nanhe was also plotted by his family and drank aphrodisiac without knowing why, and in this way, the two had a relationship in chaos. Mu Nanhe's family also had their own plans, thinking that the original owner's family was easy to control, and after marrying a daughter-in-law, they would treat Mu Nanhe as an ATM and send money home continuously.
Yang Qingyan thought about these bad things and clenched her fists unconsciously. She snorted coldly: Come on, since you are here today, she must help the original owner vent his anger.
When she walked through the door, she looked up and saw two middle-aged men and women standing there awkwardly. The man was a little hunched, with messy hair scattered on his forehead, and a slightly flattering smile on his face; the woman was thin, and there was still some youthful beauty between her eyebrows and eyes. She was pretty, but the shabby clothes she was wearing made her look even more gray. Yes, it was the original owner's cruel parents.
Yang Qingyan took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Come in." Upon hearing this, the two hurriedly followed her into the family compound, their eyes dodging, obviously feeling very weak.
As soon as the original owner's parents entered the room, their eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, staring straight at the pile of gifts that Yang Qingyan had just brought back, their eyes full of greed and desire, their feet unconsciously moved towards that direction. Yang Qingyan took it all in without making a sound, and she knew their purpose very well.
It turned out that they were from Mu Nanhe's family. After Yang Qingyan joined the army, Mu Nanhe asked his retired comrades to help investigate the incident and the fact that he was not at home for a year. Knowing the disgusting and bad behavior of his own parents and the original owner's parents, he was furious and directly cut the monthly money sent home to only 5 yuan, which was only enough to barely maintain the basic life of the elderly. Mu Nanhe's parents were not at ease at this time. They sighed at home every day, thinking about how to get Mu Nanhe to pay more money. But they also knew that Mu Nanhe's current temper meant that if they dared to speak directly, they would be rejected. So they thought of the original owner's parents and asked them to go to Yang Qingyan to put pressure on her. They thought that Yang Qingyan was a girl after all and easy to control. As long as she loosened her temper, Mu Nanhe would definitely send more money back.
It's a pity that Yang Qingyan is no longer the weak girl who was bullied at will.
Yang Qingyan was the first to break the silence, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she asked, "Why are you here?" The original owner's parents were frightened by this sudden question, and her mother quickly put on a fake smile and said, "Qingyan, you have been with the army for two months, and there is no letter from you. We are worried about you, so we have to come to see if you are okay."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyan sneered, her voice full of sarcasm: "Do you care whether I am doing well or not? I'm afraid you are not really here to care about me. Just tell me what you have to say."
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