Yuan Doudou got off the car first and went to the front to pay the driver.
The coachman joked, "DouDou, you're so lucky! The young master is so handsome."
Previously, the driver had felt sorry for her because she was a widow, but today he learned that her husband was still alive and was genuinely happy for her.
"Thank you, Uncle." Yuan Doudou walked to the side with a smile and helped An Rong out of the car.
Seeing that An Rong was injured and unable to move around easily, Uncle Hao quickly got out of the car and said, "Dou Dou, I'll take over."
She's so thin and weak, what strength could she possibly have?
“I can do it myself.” An Rong endured the pain, braced himself against the side of the car, and managed to get out of the car.
Yuan Doudou followed behind, anxious but unable to do anything.
Uncle Hao chuckled and said, "Doudou, your husband has a lot of backbone."
Yuan Doudou laughed along, saying, "What backbone? It's just pride getting in the way."
After saying goodbye to Uncle Hao, Yuan Doudou helped An Rong walk home.
He walked very slowly, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
Yuan Doudou took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, her thoughtfulness like that of a real wife.
But she's clearly an imposter.
Yuan Doudou could never get over the hurdle in her heart.
Before, she took care of other people's sons and mothers-in-law; now she has to take care of other people's husbands, and may even do some things that cannot be written down.
What kind of nonsense is this?
She stared intently at An Rong's perfect jawline, her heart pounding, and her face flushed involuntarily.
That's enough.
Since she took over someone else's body, she has to bear the consequences for the original owner, good or bad.
With that thought in mind, Yuan Doudou's gaze became bolder, lingering on his sexy Adam's apple, which was covered in sweat and bursting with hormones.
"Dou Dou, isn't it too hot? Be careful not to catch heatstroke." An Rong raised his hand and shielded her head from the scorching summer sun.
Yuan Doudou covered her face; it was hot. Was it really that red?
Who gave you that face that's so outrageous it's infuriating? Even men would be confused by it.
"Oh no, am I hallucinating? Is that An Rong from Boss An?" A villager returning from the fields saw An Rong's familiar face from afar.
The people behind were also stunned. "How is that possible? Didn't he die on the battlefield?"
"My God, am I seeing a ghost in broad daylight?"
The group turned pale with fright.
But they saw Dou Dou smiling at An Rong. That's not right. If An Rong were really a ghost, they wouldn't be able to see her at all.
Besides, DouDou was also there; how could you say DouDou was a ghost?
impossible.
Thinking this way, their complexions improved, and their legs stopped trembling so much.
Three years later, An Rong set foot on his homeland for the first time.
Looking at the pedestrians on the street, most of them were familiar faces.
"Wilber, it's been a long time." An Rong said politely.
"Oh my goodness, you're Brother Rong?" Wei Bo was An Bisheng's childhood friend and had watched An Bisheng get married and have a child.
He watched An Rong grow up and was very fond of An Rong's intelligence. He usually called him by his nickname, Rong-ge'er.
Wilbur had been traveling around for the past few years to make a living, and he just got back these past two days.
He was heartbroken when he heard about An Rong's family situation from his family. It was all his fault for not taking good care of An Rong and her child.
If Ambatsu is watching from heaven, he'll surely blame him.
Alright, great, An Rong isn't dead.
An Rong let Wei Bo hug him, wiping his snot and tears all over Wei Bo's body.
He was still smiling, remembering Wilbur's kindness.
The villagers watched the two of them embrace and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
The fact that those who died on the battlefield could be brought back to life is just like the old saying, "Those who survive a great calamity are sure to have good fortune in the future."
"Wilber, it's so hot, let's talk inside." Yuan Doudou was carrying a bag of things and really didn't have the patience to stand in the sun any longer.
As Wilbur wiped away his tears, he released An Rong. Seeing An Rong's injuries, Wilbur's eyes immediately filled with tears as well.
"Okay, Wilbur will take you home." After three years apart, he also had a lot to say to An Rong.
Anji rushed out from the crowd, followed by Wang Qiqiang.
"Mother, you're finally back!" As soon as he heard his uncle say that his mother had returned, he immediately asked his uncle to bring him to greet her.
Angie was wearing the new clothes she had bought earlier, and she looked like a rich young master, which was very endearing.
Yuan Doudou dropped what she was holding, stretched out her arms, and hugged Anji who was running over.
"Anji, Mommy misses you."
She has come to realize firsthand that women with children cannot stay out for too long, otherwise they will always be worried about their children.
I was so worried, afraid he wouldn't eat or sleep well at home.
Anji was so cute and cuddly. He turned to look at his handsome dad, his eyes sparkling.
"Father." His voice was soft and sweet, very pleasant to hear.
Yuan Doudou admired her from the bottom of her heart. Without any adults teaching her, the little guy knew how to greet people on his own initiative. This must be what they mean by blood being thicker than water.
Blood ties cannot be severed. No matter how long they spend away from home, when they return, the children will still be just as affectionate towards their parents.
An Rong looked at the little dumpling in front of him with affection, wanting to pick him up and kiss his face hard.
Yuan Doudou saw the longing in his eyes and picked up Anji first, bringing him closer to Anrong.
"Anji is such a good boy. He knows to call me 'Daddy' without his mother having to tell him," she praised with a smile.
Anji hugged Yuan Doudou's neck and pressed his face against hers, "Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy?"
The way Daddy wrapped himself up looked just like a zombie from a story.
Similar to mummies from abroad.
An Rong leaned closer to Anji's face, his voice gentle: "Anji, do you miss Daddy?"
This was the first formal meeting between the father and son.
Angie paused for a moment, then her eyes reddened: "Angie misses Daddy so much."
"Father, can you stay with us forever?"
These words silenced all three of them; An Rong didn't want to upset anyone.
An Rong patted his son's head and smiled, saying, "Father will stay with you all the time and won't go anywhere."
Angie clapped his hands repeatedly after hearing this.
The family walked home, greeted by gasps of surprise along the way.
I'm finally home. I push open the gate and everything returns to normal.
"Anji, come with me to help your dad to bed." Yuan Doudou was too tired and didn't forget to ask the little sprout for help.
Anji was very diligent. He helped his father sit down and then turned around to fetch a basin of water.
"Please wash your hands and face, Father." This is something he must do when he comes back from outside.
Father also just came back from outside, so of course he needs to take a bath too.
Otherwise, Mother will spank your hand.
An Rong smiled and said, "Thank you, Anji."
She raised her son very well, and even though he's gone, she can rest in peace.
Angie watched him wash himself clean, then took away the water and washed himself clean as well.
After entering the house, he remembered that there were still some delicious chestnut pastries at home that his father hadn't tried yet.
Anji took a paper package from the snack cabinet, carefully opened it, and handed it to Anrong.
"Daddy, are you hungry? Have some chestnut pastries, they're so delicious!"
An Rong stared at his son's face, his expression full of sincerity.
The little guy must really like chestnut pastries to have received them so soon.
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