After arranging matters at the company,
Sun Dasheng went back to his hotown.
His parents, Wu Xiaoli, and the child were still waiting for him there.
Since the last ti they celebrated their eldest daughter An’an’s first birthday banquet, it wasn’t long till the New Year, so they simply stayed at ho.
"You’re back?" Wu Xiaoli, holding the child, opened the door with a look of surprise as she saw him.
"Yeah, let hold the baby." Sun Dasheng put down his luggage on the ground and picked up the little one in his arms, teasing her with a smile, "Did you miss Daddy?"
The little one shyly turned her head to the side.
Wu Xiaoli picked up Sun Dasheng’s luggage and explained, "The girl hasn’t seen you in a while, she’s a bit shy, it’ll get better after a while."
"I know, it’s my fault for not having ti to be by her side," Sun Dasheng reproached himself for three seconds, then walked inside with his daughter in his arms.
Because they knew he was coming,
The family had already prepared a lavish al.
All of it was homade dishes by his mom, not any fancy delicacies, but he enjoyed them nonetheless.
After all, outside he could have fancy als anyti, but not homade dishes.
So these simple ho-cooked als were as good as delicacies for Sun Dasheng at that mont.
"Eat slowly, there’s plenty of food, no one’s snatching it from you, you child," Madam Xie’s words were slightly reproachful but filled with motherly love.
"Mom, your cooking is the best, I want to eat more," Sun Dasheng said while gobbling down his al.
"You’re mistaken," Madam Xie said with a smile, "I didn’t make all these dishes, I only made a small part, the rest were made by Little Wu for you."
Sun Dasheng looked at Wu Xiaoli in surprise, and she blushed slightly, brushing her bangs, "I learned from mom."
"You’ve learned well, captured about seventy or eighty percent of the essence, I couldn’t even tell the difference in taste," Sun Dasheng praised with admiration.
After the al,
The elders took the children out to play.
Leaving the two young ones at ho.
Those who know, know.
Wu Xiaoli looked at him with loving eyes.
Sun Dasheng knew there was no escaping the impending intimacy.
However, Wu Xiaoli stopped him when he reached for protection in the drawer, grabbing his hand, "Can we not use it?"
"What?" Sun Dasheng didn’t react at first.
Wu Xiaoli shyly lowered her head, "Mom said we should have another one."
Sun Dasheng understood what she ant, she lacked a sense of security, and having only one daughter wasn’t very reassuring, she wanted a boy too.
It seed that during their ti together, his mother Madam Xie noticed that she was a good daughter-in-law, so she strongly supported her,
willing to speak up for her.
Understanding her intentions, Sun Dasheng contemplated for a bit and then smiled as he put the protection back in the drawer, "You can have as many as you want."
It was indeed his sincere words.
In this day and age, even if you have money, it’s really not easy to find a pretty, virtuous, and understanding wife who knows when to advance and retreat.
Otherwise, why would so many celebrities (Brother Xiaoming) spend so much money, only to end up finding one disloyal woman after another, most of whom graduated from the sa socialite training class?
The world now is just too surreal.
Money can’t buy true things, especially concerning won.
So, despite the abundance of temptation outside, there are only a few he could truly trust.
And among them, Wu Xiaoli is the one he trusts the most.
So, if she wants to have another child, let it be.
A ho with a virtuous wife ans the children won’t turn out too badly.
She has the personality suited to nurturing and raising the next generation.
He could trust her to take care of the children.
Going back to the rural hotown for New Year’s Eve was done.
Mainly because Grandpa Sun insisted on returning.
He naturally missed his younger brother in the rural hotown, who is also Sun Dacheng’s father, Sun Dasheng’s uncle.
His uncle has now completely risen in the village.
I heard he even beca the village secretary.
It wasn’t bought with money and votes.
The entire village now relies on the Sun family’s livelihood, either working in their company or in a company related to them.
So everyone trusts him.
They know he wouldn’t be like other grassroots village officials, embezzling money for petty gains.
And with this position, he’s also assud a responsibility; as the village secretary, you can’t ignore broken roads in the village, right?
You can’t ignore the village getting bullied and not stand up to seek justice, right?
Now, within a ten-mile radius, everyone knows the fa of the second son of the Sun family, and anyone who dares to touch a hair on his head will be escorted by the county officials.
As a result, he’s quite prominent now.
But due to his honest nature, he doesn’t put on airs everywhere, unlike Mang Village’s Li You Tian from the drama.
When the convoy reached the village’s entrance,
the sound of firecrackers filled the air.
Sun Dasheng rolled down the car window.
Taking a deep breath, it felt as though he was transported back to his childhood.
It’s been too long since he slled the scent of firecrackers in the city.
Soon, a familiar figure appeared outside the window, "Dasheng, did your parents co too?"
"They did, they’re in the car behind," Sun Dasheng got out of the car and pointed to the car behind.
Then, listening to the continuous popping of the firecrackers, he smiled and said, "Uncle, did you buy all these fireworks?"
"No! The villagers also took out their New Year’s firecrackers, they’re very happy to hear you’re here," his uncle said with a smile.
"Dasheng, look at this row of three-story western-style houses in the village, none would be here without your help, so this is what they should do, let them have their fun."
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