If she doesn't say anything, it's like slapping herself in the face.
After all, it is she who says her opinion is unimportant, and it is she who cannot promise her unconditional agreement.
Chen Yao didn't make things too difficult for her.
He simply reached out and rubbed Song Rushuang's head, then affirmed her silence:
"Xiao Qi, I know you're worried about your mother being let down. Although I'm willing, I won't force you. Whether it's you or your mother, I hope you're willing to accept me from the bottom of your heart."
Song Rushuang glanced at Chen Yao with a complicated expression.
She opened her mouth, but in the end no words came out.
The time was too short, and she couldn't be sure whether Shen Yao's words were sincere or false.
What he meant by this was that once he had made up his mind about something, he would never let it go easily.
Therefore, even if Song Rushuang said it to the sky, it would not necessarily make Chen Yao give up the idea.
That's why she didn't speak.
Anyway, by the time they get home, Chen Yao shouldn't be in any trouble anymore.
Song Rushuang would never have thought of this at that time.
How far can Shen Yao go for Duan Dinglan?
Of course, these are all later stories and I won’t go into details here.
The next morning, when Chen Yao returned at noon as usual, he was not alone.
Song Rushuang was lying on the sofa looking out, and happened to see an old man with a white beard stretching his neck to look inside.
If she guessed correctly, the old man in front of her should be the national master of traditional Chinese medicine that Shen Yao mentioned.
Considering his age, he deserves the title of national player.
The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Duan Dinglan, and he immediately stepped forward and shook her hand eagerly:
"I guess you are Xiaoyao's wife!"
Duan Dinglan quickly waved his hands and was about to explain when he happened to catch the old man and Song Rushuang on the sofa looking at each other.
Then, he immediately showed a surprised expression.
Without the host's intercession, he walked into the house in two steps.
Then, he seemed to suddenly understand something, as if he had suddenly realized something:
"No wonder, no wonder, Xiaoyao, no wonder you don't want the Lin family's daughter. Your child is already this big?!"
Song Rushuang almost choked on her own saliva:
"We are not..."
"No need to explain, I understand. A beautiful woman hidden in a golden house."
The corner of Song Rushuang's mouth twitched slightly. This old man is really "profoundly knowledgeable."
The mother and daughter's eyes all fell on Shen Yao.
Chen Yao also spoke at the right time:
"Mr. Bai, they are just my friends for now."
The old man nodded quickly again, with an expression that said, "I understand."
"Oh, so you met when you were young, then you did something wrong to her, and she ran away with her child. Then you found her recently, and she doesn't want to acknowledge you?"
The more Song Rushuang listened, the more familiar it seemed.
Then, she suddenly reacted.
Isn’t this the plot in romance novels where the wife chases him to the crematorium, or the wife runs away with the baby?
Isn't this the eighties?
Do we already have such "progressive" ideas?
Song Rushuang couldn't help but strongly suspect whether this first romance novel was written by this old man.
Shen Yao was stunned when he heard this.
Then he said helplessly:
"Mr. Bai, you really think too much."
Song Rushuang looked at Ding Lan again. Her face was flushed and she didn't realize at all that she still had to explain this.
The old man stroked his beard and said thoughtfully:
"It seems like there must be something else going on, but it's understandable. Your wife is really pretty, and your daughter is well-behaved. It's no wonder you're unwilling to follow your family's advice and go on a blind date."
“…”
Chen Yao didn't say anything, but the old man felt that he had already agreed.
There was some complaint in his words:
"You're such a fool, kid! Since you already have someone you like, if you don't tell anyone else, you should at least tell your grandfather. You know he even asked me if his homosexuality could be cured. Look how scared you made him!"
Song Rushuang really couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Shen Yao was also somewhat helpless.
"Mr. Bai, none of the things you mentioned exist. I asked you to come here today to help check the legs of my friend's child."
The old man was stunned for a moment, and finally calmed down.
He looked at Song Rushuang, his gaze shifting from her face to her bandaged leg.
This time, Bai Lao's expression became serious.
He took a few big strides to the side of the sofa and said to Song Rushuang:
"Girl, put your legs on this armrest."
Song Rushuang nodded, but she had no strength and felt extremely uncomfortable whenever she moved her legs.
Soon, Song Rushuang's legs did not move to the armrest, but the sweat from her forehead and back soaked her whole body.
Duan Dinglan hurried over to help, but was stopped by Old Bai.
He said to Duan Dinglan in a deep voice, "My niece's wife, please don't move. Let me take a look."
Duan Dinglan looked embarrassed, and she looked at Chen Yao with some uneasiness.
She was somewhat uneasy about being mistaken for Chen Yao's significant other.
It wasn't that he felt offended, he simply didn't want to make Chen Yao feel uncomfortable.
After all, in Duan Dinglan's heart, Chen Yao is indeed a rare good man.
Chen Yao shook his head at Duan Dinglan with a look that was highly soothing.
He signaled to her that he didn't mind what Mr. Bai said.
In fact, if she could think so, Chen Yao would be more than happy.
"Girl, are you really unable to move at all?"
Song Rushuang gritted her teeth and slowly shook her head.
It’s not that she was impolite, but she was afraid that she would groan in pain if she opened her mouth.
Duan Dinglan asked quickly:
"Xiao Qi, does it hurt?"
In order to avoid Duan Dinglan worrying, Song Rushuang bit her lower lip and forced herself to cheer up:
"Well, when Xiao Qi doesn't move, it doesn't hurt at all, mother."
She wanted to smile at Duan Dinglan.
But this kind of pain almost swept through her whole body. It was a blessing if she didn't cry. Trying to make her laugh was really difficult as climbing to the sky.
Mr. Bai changed his cheerful attitude when he first entered the room and said to Song Rushuang in a very serious manner:
"First thing today, you have to move."
Song Rushuang simply fell on her back on the sofa.
She can't do it.
Duan Dinglan asked Bai Laolai with some uneasiness. She addressed the old man in front of her according to Chen Yao's name:
"Bai, Bai Lao, do we really need to get Xiao Qi moving? She injured her leg, shouldn't she just rest?"
This seems to be everyone's basic understanding of leg injuries.
You know, there's an old saying that goes something like this.
It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone.
These one hundred days of rest.
Mr. Bai was very bothered by Duan Dinglan's "interference".
His expression suddenly turned unhappy:
"Why, do you still doubt the skills of an old man like me? If you doubt me, why not go see a doctor you trust?"
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