"Okay, then you talk and I'll listen."

"Let's go talk in bed."

Shen Mingzhu: ???

Facing Shen Mingzhu's cold eyes that seemed to say, "What are you talking about? Do you want to die?", Pei Yang hurriedly explained, "What I mean is, we should lie on the bed and talk. Just talk. I promise not to do anything else."

Seeing Shen Mingzhu's expression that said "Do you think I'm easy to fool?", Pei Yang simply lifted up his shirt.

"Look at my body. Even if I want to do something, I am powerless."

Shen Mingzhu stared at the man's flat and thin belly, with only one thought in her mind: Are my six-pack abs gone?

Standing at the door of Pei Ziheng's room, looking at the bare bed, Shen Mingzhu turned around and complained to the man, "There's not even a pillow."

"I'll get it!"

Seeing the man quietly opening the door of the master bedroom and his back hunched over as he sneaked in, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but laugh.

In order not to wake up Pei Ziheng in the bed, Pei Yang walked more carefully than when he walked through a minefield on the battlefield. He did not turn on the lights. He used the moonlight outside the window to wrap up his wife's quilt and pillow, then went around to the other side of the bed to pick up the pillow, but deliberately did not take the quilt.

After getting the things, Pei Yang turned around, walked out of the room quietly, closed the door, and felt relieved.

The moment the door was clicked shut, Pei Ziheng turned over heavily on the bed.

In the second bedroom, Shen Mingzhu saw that the luggage placed next to the closet had not been sorted out, so she started to sort it out.

There's no need to organize them, the clothes are already folded and you just need to put them into the closet according to the categories.

Pei Yang came in holding a pillow and quilt. When he saw his wife packing his luggage for him, he felt so happy that he was bursting with joy.

After Shen Mingzhu finished packing her luggage, Pei Yang also laid out the pillows and quilts.

Seeing that there was only her quilt on the bed, Shen Mingzhu looked at the man, "Where's your quilt?"

"My son held it down. I didn't take it because I was afraid of waking him up."

This explanation was reasonable, but Shen Mingzhu turned around and took out a new thin quilt from the closet, "Cover yourself with this."

Pei Yang's eyes widened as big as cow eyes, "Where did it come from?"

"Your sister gave it to me. It's an internal welfare of the cotton mill. It's two dollars cheaper than outside. She bought one for me."

“…”

Two dollars! Does he need those two dollars? …

After his dream of sleeping in the same bed with his wife was shattered, Pei Yang stopped making trouble and covered himself with the new quilt and talked to his wife about his experience of participating in search and rescue at sea.

Pei Yang did not elaborate on the danger he encountered, but just mentioned it in a few casual words.

But even if he didn't say it, Shen Mingzhu could guess that his experience this time must have been extremely dangerous. The wounds on his body, his thin body, and his pale face were enough to explain everything.

But he has returned safely. He didn't want to say anything, and she didn't want to delve into it too much.

"So is the search and rescue work for the Taian over?"

"Um."

Pei Yang's deep face showed disappointment and sadness. "We have searched the sea area within a thousand miles of the crash site. It would be futile to search further."

He and the entire search and rescue team were almost killed.

If it hadn't been for a rainstorm, and if a cargo ship hadn't happened to pass by, he would have really been stuck in the Pacific Ocean.

"Mingzhu, I've applied for a transfer."

Lin Fuguo's original words were to ask him to come back and discuss with his wife before making a decision, but it would be strange if Pei Yang listened.

After experiencing life and death, he no longer wants any career prospects. He only wants his delicate and gentle wife. He only wants to live a good life with his wife and not go anywhere.

Shen Mingzhu looked at him in surprise, "When?"

Pei Yang was also looking at her, his eyes were very gentle, "I won't leave this time, I will work here in the future."

Shen Mingzhu was happy about her husband's job transfer, but she didn't forget to tease him, "Didn't you say you loved the job of a seafarer and liked the feeling of being at sea? Why did you suddenly give it up?"

"Who's worried about you? My son and I are so happy every day when you're not around. My husband is not at home, and he makes money for me every month. This is the life many women dream of."

Shen Mingzhu rolled her eyes at him as she spoke, her eyes full of charm and flirtation, and Pei Yang's heart felt like it was ignited by a flame.

He turned over and covered Shen Mingzhu, his deep eyes seemed to want to suck Shen Mingzhu in.

Shen Mingzhu was made tense and nervous by his actions, "What are you doing?"

Pei Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips, letting her know with practical actions what he wanted to do to her.

——There is no dividing line of the bridal chamber——

At the dining table.

Pei Ziheng rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked towards his own room, "Where's Mom?"

Pei Yang placed the egg custard mixed with sesame oil and chopped green onions in front of him, "Your mother is still sleeping, eat quickly, and I'll send you to school after you finish eating."

Pei Ziheng stared at the egg custard in the bowl, his white face looking hopeless, "I don't want green onions, and mom always mixes it with lard."

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"…It smells good with chopped green onions and sesame oil. If you don't believe me, try a bite."

"I don't want it. I want it mixed with lard."

“…”

Pei Yang took a steamed bun and stuffed it into his hand, "Eat the bun."

Pei Ziheng stared at him depressedly, his cheeks puffed up like a little puffer fish.

Seeing him like this, Pei Yang quickly raised his hand to rub his hairy head and coaxed him in a gentle voice: "Dad won't put onions in the soup anymore. I'll mix it with lard for you."

Pei Ziheng then picked up the steamed bun and started eating it with satisfaction.

After breakfast, seeing that Pei Ziheng looked like he was still sleepy, Pei Yang simply carried him out.

As soon as I went out, I met Feng Huiying who was also going out.

Seeing Pei Ziheng leaning on Pei Yang's shoulder with his head drooped, Feng Huiying laughed and joked: "Ah, Ziheng hasn't woken up yet? Children of this age are just sleepy, just like piglets."

Pei Ziheng raised his head unconvinced, "I'm not sleepy, it's because my parents are arguing with me. They toss and turn in this room all night, it's so noisy..."

Pei Yang's big hand was like a rag, covering Pei Ziheng's entire face tightly.

"The child is ignorant and talks nonsense."

Feng Huiying teased, "Pei Yang, you have to take care of your health."

Pei Yang nodded politely but awkwardly, then hurried downstairs carrying his son.

After leaving the family compound, Pei Yang wanted to teach his son a lesson and tell him not to talk nonsense in the future, but when he turned around, he found that his son had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

His eyes softened and he subconsciously hugged his son tighter.

When they were almost at school, the father and son met Pei Ziheng's homeroom teacher, Ou Liya.

After learning Pei Yang's identity, Ou Liya briefly talked to him about Pei Ziheng's academic performance at school, and then took over the task of sending Pei Ziheng to school from Pei Yang.

Ou Liya did not take Pei Ziheng away by hand, not because she didn't want to, but because Pei Ziheng didn't want to.

Pei Ziheng only holds hands with his own mother.

When they were almost at the school gate, Ou Liya couldn't help but look back at Pei Yang's tall and straight back.

"Ziheng, what does your father do for a living?"

"A seaman."

"What about your biological mother?"

Pei Ziheng raised his pretty white face and said seriously, "Teacher Ou, I only have my mother, who is closer to me than my biological mother."

Ouliya smiled and said nothing more, but she sneered in her heart: This country woman is quite good at coaxing children.