Fang Tong shrugged her shoulders and said nonchalantly, "I’m a complete disaster at coming up with nas. I can’t pick nas, but it’s just a nickna, I think it doesn’t need to be so complicated. If it’s a girl, just call her Anan, and for a boy, I think Lele and Dongdong are not bad."
Yu Xiaoxuan laughed, "Fang Tong, I believe now that you’re terrible at naming. Anan is still okay, but what the hell are Lele and Dongdong? In the future, Shen Qinglan and Mr. Fu’s child will be both beautiful and smart, but having such a tacky nickna, will you be responsible for soothing Young Master Fu if he cries?"
Fang Tong and Yu Xiaoxuan unanimously looked at Shen Qinglan, "Let’s just go back and ask Mr. Fu."
The corners of Shen Qinglan’s lips twitched slightly, that seed indeed the best solution.
Shen Qinglan had actually planned not to go out today, but Fu Hengyi said she hadn’t been out with friends for a long ti, so he had the family driver take her out.
In the Fu Family, Fu Hengyi was reading in the living room. Old Sir Fu, who had co back from the Shen Family and did not see Shen Qinglan, asked, "When will Qinglan co back?"
Fu Hengyi shook his head, "I didn’t ask, just let her have a good ti outside with friends. She has been hovering around all the ti, staying at ho all day isn’t good." Even the paintbrush, Shen Qinglan hadn’t picked up for a long ti, spending every day besides Fu Hengyi, either reading or sleeping next to him.
"No need to rush her, let her relax outside as well, you coming back safely this ti, it’s all thanks to Qinglan," Old Sir Fu ntioned, moved and worried when he learned that it was Shen Qinglan who found and carried Fu Hengyi back. If sothing had happened, it would have been the end of him.
"However, your injury might not necessarily be a bad thing," Old Sir Fu said. That day, for the sake of Fu Hengyi, he had personally called the higher-ups, who hoped Fu Hengyi could stay in the Sharp Blade Unit, even if he didn’t go on missions he could continue as an instructor, training the new recruits as he knew many secrets that many people were unaware of, and the higher authorities would not be at ease if he were transferred.
The high command talked a lot with Old Sir Fu, but eventually, Old Sir Fu convinced them, and they let Fu Hengyi go.
Fu Hengyi was injured, and the higher-ups were reluctant to let him go; had he not been injured, leaving the Sharp Blade wouldn’t have been easy.
"Hmm, a blessing in disguise," Fu Hengyi said gently.
"Are they still looking for the traitor?" Old Sir Fu asked him.
Fu Hengyi nodded, "But they haven’t found him yet."
"Do you have any suspects in mind?"
Fu Hengyi smiled, "Grandfather, if I had suspects in mind, do you think I could still stay here in peace?"
Old Sir Fu thought about it, too. In the recent mission, one of Fu Hengyi’s soldiers, who had been with him through life and death for many years, was sacrificed, and the one who was severely injured was now lying in the hospital, likely to beco a vegetable for life. In terms of urgency, Fu Hengyi was undoubtedly the one most eager to find the traitor.
Old Sir Fu patted his shoulder, "Alright, don’t think too much about these matters."
"Grandfather, I know, right now Qinglan and the child in her belly are the most important to ."
Seeing Fu Hengyi understood, Old Sir Fu said no more.
While the grandfather and grandson were talking, Shen Qinglan had co back.
"Grandfather, I’m back."
Old Sir Fu smiled cheerily, "How co you ca back so quickly, didn’t you want to hang out with your friends a bit longer?"
Shen Qinglan smiled, "They had other things to do, so I ca back first." It was actually because she was worried about Fu Hengyi.
"Have you eaten?" Old Sir Fu asked, worried that Shen Qinglan didn’t eat well outside.
"I’ve already eaten, just had dinner with friends before coming back."
Hearing this, Old Sir Fu was relieved.
As Fu Hengyi was injured and had limited mobility, Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi’s bedroom was temporarily moved to the first floor. It was getting late, Shen Qinglan ca out after bathing, and saw Fu Hengyi holding a hairdryer, waiting for her. She moved a small stool in front of him and sat down, letting Fu Hengyi blow dry her hair.
Fu Hengyi’s fingertips weaved through her hair, bringing a gentle touch, and Shen Qinglan felt drowsy.
After Fu Hengyi dried her hair, seeing her sleepy look, he dotedly smiled, patted her face, "Go to bed."
Shen Qinglan climbed onto the bed, then suddenly looked at Fu Hengyi and asked, "Fu Hengyi, what nicknas should we pick for our children in the future?"
Hearing this, Fu Hengyi thought seriously and then said, "If it’s a daughter, let’s call her Tangtang."
Shen Qinglan waited, and seeing he said nothing more, asked, "And for a son?"
Fu Hengyi casually said, "Whatever for a son, isn’t there a saying that cheap nas make kids easier to raise?"
Shen Qinglan: ...Son, it’s not that Mom won’t help you, it’s just that your dad prefers daughters over sons!
Shen Qinglan could foresee how "miserable" her son’s life would be in the future. She thought about it and felt that Mr. Fu’s preference for daughters over sons was quite severe, so she seriously said, "Fu Hengyi, I think we need to talk."
Fu Hengyi looked at her, "Talk about what?"
"Sons and daughters are the sa, they are equal. You can’t ignore our son just because you prefer our daughter."
Fu Hengyi was sowhat puzzled, "I didn’t." The children hadn’t even been born yet, and even if he did want to spoil his daughter, there should be an actual child to spoil.
Shen Qinglan emphasized, "Then when I just asked about the children’s nicknas, you only ntioned our daughter’s, and were careless with our son’s, saying sothing about a lowly na being easier to raise."
Fu Hengyi touched his nose, "Boys shouldn’t be raised too delicately. There’s a saying that strict parenting produces filial sons. Boys need to be raised with a firr hand."
Shen Qinglan felt powerless, waved her hand, and stopped talking. She got off her bed to help Fu Hengyi onto the bed and sat beside him, massaging his legs. Eden had said that regular massages would help with Fu Hengyi’s leg recovery.
Fifteen minutes later, Fu Hengyi stopped Shen Qinglan, "Let’s leave it at that for today."
Shen Qinglan glanced at him, "I’m not tired."
Fu Hengyi held her hand to stop her from continuing. "It hurts to see you like this." He married her to cherish her, not to have her serve him, especially while she was pregnant.
He patted the spot next to him on the bed, "Co here."
Shen Qinglan, feeling helpless, crawled into bed and leaned against Fu Hengyi’s chest. Fu Hengyi held a fairy tale storybook in his hands. Since being discharged from the hospital, he had taken a keen interest in telling bedti stories. Every night he would tell Shen Qinglan one, claiming it was for prenatal education, but every story he chose was the kind little girls would enjoy. His desire for a daughter was more than apparent.
Fu Hengyi’s voice was deep and magnetic, quite effective for hypnosis, and Shen Qinglan soon fell asleep. Fu Hengyi’s eyes lingered on her face for a mont before he placed his hand on Shen Qinglan’s stomach and then lay down to sleep.
Although the investigation into the leak was still ongoing and no concrete evidence had been found yet, the rumors gradually subsided. Eden had already returned to Beijing to prepare for Fu Hengyi’s second surgery.
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Xueli City.
Zhao Jiaqing had said she would be away for so ti, but that turned into nearly ten days. After calling her a few tis in the first few days, the contact had lessened, ntioning only that she was busy, which made Ya Xi sowhat worried about her mother.
"Ya Xi, be careful!" soone yelled loudly. Before Ya Xi could react, she was swept into an embrace and then fell to the ground. A car drove past right in front of her, its driver cursing out the window. That was when Ya Xi realized she had been distracted and had jaywalked.
"Ya Xi, are you alright?" Jiang Zhehan asked with concern, helping her up.
Ya Xi’s gaze fell on Jiang Zhehan’s hand on her shoulder, and her face suddenly shifted, and she stepped back several paces, watching him warily, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Zhehan stiffened, staring at her, seemingly unable to grasp the aning of her words.
Ya Xi knew she had overreacted. She didn’t know what had co over her just now, seeing Jiang Zhehan’s hand on her shoulder had made her sowhat fearful. Looking at his expression, Ya Xi was full of embarrassnt.
"I’m sorry, I overreacted just now," Ya Xi said awkwardly.
Jiang Zhehan returned to his senses, smiled, and said, "It’s okay, were you hurt just now?"
Knowing he was referring to the near-miss with the car, Ya Xi shook her head, "I’m fine, thank you."
"If you really want to thank , you can treat to a al," Jiang Zhehan said with a smile.
Thinking about her upcoming schedule, which was mostly clear, Ya Xi nodded, "Okay, you choose the place."
"Then let’s take my car," Jiang Zhehan pointed to a car not far away, which Ya Xi just noticed was his. Ya Xi got into the car.
Jiang Zhehan took her to a non-noble restaurant. "I’ve been here with a friend before, the food is really good, I think you’ll like it."
Ya Xi smiled cheerfully, "I like anything that’s tasty."
Seeing the smile on her face, Jiang Zhehan’s eyes also lit up with a smile, "I haven’t been at school much lately; it’s been a while since we last saw each other. This weekend I’d like to take you to a movie, do you have ti?"
Ya Xi was in the middle of texting the maid at ho to tell her not to prepare dinner when she heard Jiang Zhehan’s words, she subconsciously replied, "Sorry, I’m not free this weekend."
Jiang Zhehan’s eyes dimd slightly; he had asked Ya Xi out nearly ten tis and she might agree only once, "Ya Xi, do you really dislike ?" Not being able to grasp a girl’s thoughts, Jiang Zhehan asked bluntly.
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