Song Lan teased the other person.
"Of course."
Qin Yanzheng responded without hesitation.
"I have two older brothers and a younger brother, yet I'm asking you to take care of my parents in their old age. Don't you think I'm being unreasonable?"
There's a saying that raising sons is for old age security, and another saying that a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl. This shows that in the eyes of most people, once a daughter marries, she belongs to another family.
In other words, it means not to implicitly separate married daughters from the family, and therefore not to expect daughters to support them in their old age.
In short, married daughters have no legal obligation to support their parents in old age, although this is not legally valid.
However, many people in society are still influenced by feudal ideas and do not regard daughters as being on the same level as sons.
Even in today's modern society, the misconception of valuing sons over daughters still exists.
"Men and women are equal. Parents raise us when we are young, and we take care of our parents when they are old. This is a matter of course. There is no distinction between children and parents."
Qin Yanzheng's words came from the bottom of his heart, and Song Lan naturally understood them. She smiled and said, "It seems I married the right person. That's wonderful!"
"Wife, what you said makes me a little embarrassed, but I've made the right choice in marrying you!"
A gentle, smiling voice, tinged with affection, reached Song Lan's ears, and she involuntarily felt her face flush: "Go to sleep."
She clearly didn't want the man to notice anything unusual about her.
Qin Yanzheng seemed to have guessed something, and chuckled softly: "We're a couple, you don't need to feel uncomfortable."
"I'm not, I'm going to sleep."
After quickly replying, Song Lan ignored the other person.
"Okay, I'll listen to my wife. Goodnight!"
With a faint smile playing on his lips, Qin Yanzheng's eyes were so gentle they could melt water.
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The next morning, not long after Qin Yanzheng went to work, Song Lan at home felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. However, she did not panic. Instead, she calmly said to Li Jumei, "Mom, pack your things. We're going to the hospital."
Upon hearing this, Li Jumei was a little confused. Seeing this, Song Lan had no choice but to say directly, "I think I'm about to give birth."
"...What did you say?"
After a moment of stunned silence, Li Jumei came to her senses and immediately opened her eyes wide to confirm, "Are you going to give birth? Is your stomach hurting a lot right now?"
"good."
Song Lan smiled and said, "The contractions have just started."
"Don't be afraid, I'll go pack my things right away!"
As Li Jumei spoke, she disappeared from the living room in the blink of an eye. When she reappeared in front of Song Lan, she was carrying two large bundles. Before Song Lan could say anything, Li Jumei said, "Wait a minute, I need to make a couple of phone calls first."
Li Jumei placed the large bundle on the sofa, took out a black hardcover notebook about the size of an adult's palm from a drawer under the coffee table, opened it, found a number, and then picked up the landline phone to dial.
"Mom, who are you calling?"
Song Lan asked, sitting on the sofa next to her.
"I'll call Yan Zheng, and then I'll call the village later."
While responding verbally, Li Jumei did not look at Song Lan. When she heard a voice coming from the receiver, she gave the other number that Qin Yanzheng had given her, and the call was quickly transferred.
"I'm Qin Yanzheng's family... Yes, I know. He should still be on his way to work. Could you please let him know when he arrives?"
He said his wife was about to give birth, and if he could leave, he should go directly to the workers' hospital... Okay, that's settled then, I'm hanging up now!
After the call ended, Li Jumei was about to call the village committee headquarters when she heard a car stop at the gate of her courtyard.
Looking up, she saw Song Sanhe get out of the car, followed by Grandpa Chen and his wife, and Chen Dongxu, who got out of the car one after another and walked into the courtyard with the driver.
After putting down the microphone, Li Jumei straightened up, strode out of the living room, and said urgently to the group, "Lanlan is about to give birth, we need to get her to the hospital right away!"
"..."
The group of people who entered the courtyard were all taken aback at the same time. The next moment, Song Sanhe and Chen Dongxu walked quickly towards the living room.
Mr. and Mrs. Chen followed closely behind the two.
"Dad, I've just started having contractions, so you, Grandpa, Grandma, and Dongxu don't need to worry."
Song Lan tried her best to keep her expression normal and said with a smile, "It takes a while to give birth to a baby, so there's plenty of time to go to the hospital now!"
"Lanlan, let me help you into the car!"
This is Chen Dongxu's voice.
Song Lan shook her head: "My belly is big, I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to sit down, let's walk instead."
"I'll go borrow a tricycle!"
As Song Sanhe was about to turn and walk out of the courtyard gate, Li Jumei called out to him, "Go and carry the big bundle on the sofa, I'll go borrow a tricycle."
After saying goodbye to Grandpa Chen and his wife, she quickly walked out of the courtyard gate.
"Second Uncle, I'll go get my bundle."
Chen Dongxu walked into the living room in a few steps, picked up two large bundles, and headed out.
"Lanlan, are you alright?"
Grandma Chen's eyes were full of concern.
"I'm fine!"
It's just a little contraction, she can handle it.
Grandpa Chen then said, "Your grandma told your dad last night that she was coming to see you today. We didn't expect that when we rushed over early this morning, we would run into you about to give birth. Is your due date approaching?"
"My due date is in about two weeks, but I'm not considered premature, so you and Grandma don't need to worry."
With a smile, Song Lan replied.
"Honey, quick, I've borrowed the tricycle. Go to my room and get a blanket to put on it so Lanlan will be more comfortable sitting on it."
Li Jumei's voice came from the courtyard gate. As soon as he heard her voice, Song Sanhe immediately took action and soon came out carrying a cotton quilt.
"Xiao Xu, put the bundle on the tricycle first, so that Lan Lan can lean against it later."
Grandma Chen gave Chen Dongxu instructions, and upon hearing this, Chen Dongxu readily agreed and quickly left the courtyard carrying two large bundles.
"Second Uncle, I'm young and strong, so let me pedal the tricycle!"
After putting down his bundle, Chen Dongxu watched as Li Jumei helped Song Lan onto the tricycle and got her seated. He then hurriedly tried to take the handlebars from Song Sanhe, but Song Sanhe gripped them tightly and asked, "You can ride a tricycle?"
Chen Dongxu shook his head, but asked the same question aloud, "Then, Second Uncle, can you ride one?"
"..."
Song Sanhe was stumped by the question. After a moment, he said, "I pushed it forward."
"I can ride!"
Mr. Chen's attendant and driver suddenly spoke up.
The courtyard fell silent for a moment, then he said, "Dongxu, go get the car."
Chen Dongxu's driving skills are flawless.
"Let's do it this way."
Grandpa Chen made the decision.
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When Qin Yanzheng and Yang Fan arrived at his workplace, their supervisor informed them that Song Lan was about to give birth. Qin Yanzheng immediately looked nervous, turned around, and started to walk away. But after taking only a couple of steps, he suddenly stopped, turned back to his supervisor, and said, "I will be back at work in a week."
He left his message and didn't linger any longer.
Yang Fan followed closely behind.
"mom!"
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