Shang Yu pressed his thin lips, "If you agree, it’s not out of the question."
"Heh." Shang Zonghai chuckled, "Don’t try to fool . This was your responsibility to begin with, following in your father’s footsteps is only natural."
Actually, sending Shang Yin back to Parma to succeed Shang’s was not unjustified.
Early in her pregnancy, Li Qiao had considered this idea.
But when it ca to a real discussion, the couple naturally felt reluctant.
While Shang Zonghai could certainly continue to oversee Shang’s, the vast family business, now the foremost noble family in Parma, inevitably needed an heir.
Little Shang Yin, the weight of the future on his shoulders is no less than Shang Yu’s.
...
anwhile, the little guy still didn’t know that his parents and grandfather had already started planning his future.
At the dicine Garden in the backyard, Shang Lu and White Tiger peeked around the entrance, "Uncle..."
Shang Lu, who had been idly lounging in a bird’s nest swing, suddenly jumped up, "Wenzan, good boy, co, co over here."
Little Shang Yin and White Tiger walked over the herbs as if they were alone, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Shang Lu wedged the boy into his armpit and placed him into the swing, casually grabbed an ancient dical book from beside his leg and handed it to him, "I’m reading a book, do you recognize this character?"
The ancient dical book was in Parma Script. The little guy glanced casually and nodded, "I recognize it, it’s orchid."
"How about this one?"
"Rhino... horn."
Shang Lu clicked his tongue in amazent, "Such a good brain, you still rember. Co, Uncle will teach you a bit more, next ti you co back I’ll test you again."
With that, he didn’t care whether Shang Yin agreed or not, lifting the dical book and beginning the lesson.
Just like many of Li Qiao and Shang Yu’s friends, every ti they t the little cub, they had an uncontrollable urge to impart all their knowledge to him.
This also led to Shang Yin, when he grew up, being highly learned and skilled, more so than his parents, perfectly embodying the saying ’outdoing the blue’.
...
Two days after the Mid-Autumn Festival was the National Day holiday. Since Shang Zonghai hadn’t seen Shang Yin for a while, Li Qiao and Shang Yu decided to return ho after the holiday.
And on the last working day before the festival, the international dical community announced the winner of the Lasko Honor Award, the highest dical award, given every three years.
The winner was the dostic geneticist, Lian Zhen.
Upon hearing the news from Renhe Laboratory, Li Qiao was the first to congratulate Lian Zhen.
On the other end of the phone, Lian Zhen chuckled, "Xiao Li, actually, this award should have been yours."
"Senior Brother Lian," Li Qiao replied calmly, "don’t belittle yourself."
Lian Zhen rubbed his brow, "Regardless, I still need to thank you."
They chatted briefly, and before hanging up, Lian Zhen added, "I heard from the teacher that you’re back at Renhe Laboratory. Let’s et there once I’ve finished with my tasks at the Imperial Capital."
"Sure."
Li Qiao didn’t ask further, rely agreed and ended the call.
Back then, shortly after she left the research institute, Lian Zhen also went abroad for further studies.
Word was, he’d been involved in international scientific exchanges these past few years, with fruitful results.
Li Qiao stood by the artificial lake, looking at the shimring water, her lips curling into a faint smile.
She suddenly rembered where she’d seen Yan Shiqi, who had recently caused a sensation in the entertainnt circle.
Lian Zhen’s phone had her photo.
...
That evening, Li Qiao and Shang Yu returned to their private residence in the backyard, while Shang Yin was forcibly kept at the dicine Garden by Shang Lu to learn Parma Script from him.
In the living room, the man, dressed in a grey robe, stood by the window on the phone, legs crossed.
Li Qiao leaned against the sofa, lost in thought as she gazed at his back.
It wasn’t until Shang Yu returned to the coffee table that her eyes reflected a distant and shimring light.
The man narrowed his eyes, studying Li Qiao, and caressed her cheek as he leaned down, "What are you thinking?"
"Are you hiding sothing from ?"
Li Qiao’s thoughts wandered, her gaze landing on Shang Yu’s honey-toned chest, and so words slipped out inadvertently.
The man sat down, his thin lips tilting slightly, "Like what?"
Like, did you have a vasectomy?!
But she couldn’t ask directly; it might disrupt the harmony between them.
Li Qiao glanced elsewhere and replied casually, "No, just asking."
They had tried for so long, yet there had been no movent.
Li Qiao was sure there was nothing wrong with her body. But as for Shang Yu... she couldn’t be certain.
After all, since He Chen had a vasectomy before, it’s hard to say if Shaoyan might have done the sa.
As Li Qiao pondered this, her doe-like eyes inadvertently fell below the man’s waist and abdon.
Should she ask or not, it was a bit of a dilemma.
And then...
Shang Yu crossed his legs, his robe opening slightly again, "Why do you keep looking at it?"
Li Qiao calmly shifted her gaze, "I’m not looking, just thinking."
The man’s lips curled into a aningful, faint smile, "Are you trying to see if there’s a scar?"
Li Qiao: "..."
Such an incredibly perceptive man.
Even when she said nothing, he could guess her intentions from a re glance.
Indeed, Li Qiao had that thought.
After all, a vasectomy would leave a postoperative scar, big or small, there must be one.
Li Qiao tugged at her mouth, calmly eting Shang Yu’s gaze, "Can I see?"
"Everything’s yours, you can see whatever you want."
Shang Yu was too composed, too inscrutable, and his deanor montarily diminished Li Qiao’s suspicions.
At this point, the man leaned forward, draping an arm around her shoulders while lowering his head, "Did you think I had a vasectomy?"
"I did have that suspicion."
Shang Yu gazed at her delicate, fair features, gradually tightening his arm around Li Qiao’s slim waist, "Seems like I haven’t been diligent enough."
"That’s not... mmh..."
Tonight, Shang Yin would not return, leaving the private residence as an exclusive world for the two of them.
In marital intimacy, the couple had shed their once-awkwardness, having ford a well-established rapport and habit.
Shang Yu sealed their lips in a deep kiss, shortly after lifting Li Qiao towards the master bedroom.
Every corner of this house brimd with their shared stories.
And after tonight, undoubtedly, another vivid Chapter would be added.
Later, upon observation, Li Qiao could basically confirm he hadn’t had a vasectomy.
But the persistent childlessness might just be... a matter of timing.
Early the next morning, Li Qiao lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She forgot what ti things ended last night, but what was certain was her eyes were swollen again.
Just like their first ti, wild and intense.
The bed was empty now, but Li Qiao was too tired to move.
In the downstairs kitchen, a figure in black was personally preparing breakfast for her.
And outside the private residence, the morning fog hadn’t yet cleared, and Shang Yin, left to sleep overnight in Uncle’s dicine Garden, squatted on the steps, drawing circles with White Tiger.
Did Daddy and Mommy forget him, not only leaving him out of their bed but even locking the door.
The little cub tugged at the weeds on the ground, occasionally glancing back, "Baibai, are you hungry?"
White Tiger licked its paws, shrugged its tiger head, and continued licking.
Shang Yin tucked his small hands and squatted for a while. Unable to wait for his parents to open the door, the little guy had no choice but to tug the tiger’s ears and head back to find Grandpa in the front courtyard.
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