It was snowing outside again, and the howling cold wind affected the room's temperature.
Shan Qihuan recalled the way Shen Yuhan looked when he first woke up from a nap in his office.
That day, he was discussing some things with his subordinates in the office. In the past, everyone took a nap in his lounge, but he had actually forgotten about it that day. When Shen Yuhan ran out from behind with tears in her eyes, he was stunned for a moment, but he still cleared the area immediately.
Shen Yuhan must have had a nightmare that time and was scared to tears.
Shen Yuhan, who was now throwing herself into his arms for comfort, must have had a nightmare that was too beautiful.
Shan Qihuan wiped away the tears of Shen Yuhan who was sobbing: "Another nightmare?"
Shen Yuhan, who had recovered from the shock, nodded: "Yeah."
Shan Qihuan looked at his red eyes, crying twice a day, and knew that these beautiful eyes would be broken by crying: "Dreams are the opposite of each other, there is nothing to cry about, and besides, how could I drive you away just because you can't have children? When have I ever cared about whether you can have children? This is the physiological structure of men."
Shen Yuhan had reason to cry, there had always been a problem in his heart.
In his Qi State, no matter how high-ranking the lady is, as long as she gives birth to a child, the man will want to take a concubine, and the lady's family can't say anything.
He always thought that Shan Qihuan would care about the issue of offspring. After all, his elder brother and second sister all had children of their own. Moreover, when he was in the hospital before, his second sister asked him if he liked children. He thought at the time that she was hinting that he could have children.
Shen Yuhan half leaned against Shan Qihuan who was leaning on the sofa, and asked in a low voice: "But your husband is afraid of people gossiping about you because you have children. Do you really care?"
In his country Qi, offspring represented a man's ability. If he did not have children for his family, he would be gossiped about. He remembered that when he attended a wedding banquet, a married woman at his table said that she loved her husband in front of her because she had not conceived for three years, but her husband did not take a concubine. But behind her back, they gossiped about him. He sighed that these people were really two-faced, and then he was willing to be with them.
Now, it was him who took over, and he could understand the bitterness and hardship that woman had gone through.
Shan Qihuan said frankly: "I like men who are destined to have their own children. You asked me to be a surrogate mother, but I don't want to. Unless you can give birth, I won't care about this issue. Besides, you and I are men too. If you can give birth, so can I." He thought his wife was so crybaby, afraid of pain, and sensitive. If a man could give birth, he would rather give birth than him.
"Really? Are you lying to me?" Shen Yuhan still believed it a little. Maybe in his era, women who could give birth to children were destined to be rejected by their husband's family. That's why he was so worried.
Shan Qihuan thought that Shen Yuhan was still thinking about the issue of children, and he really thought about it during the day and dreamed about it at night.
He smiled and said, "Then I swear? I have really thought about having children. If you want children, we can adopt a few in the future. Our family is not short of money for adopting children."
Shen Yuhan pressed down his hand that was about to swear: "This, this is not necessary. I really want it, unless it's my husband who gives birth." He half lowered his head, still feeling great regret that he couldn't have children. It would be better if he was still a boy.
He gently stroked the red mole between his collarbone, and it was indeed a real cinnabar mole. What was the point of it
"Then why are you still hesitating? Are you saying that you only want me to raise you?" He remembered that he had asked the company before if he wanted to raise a cat, and he said yes, just raise him. "Did you forget so quickly?"
Shen Yuhan pursed her lips and said, "Don't forget. I thought my husband wanted to have his own children."
Shan Qihuan liked to tease him when he saw his aggrieved look. He hooked his chin and said, "In ancient times, you would be a caring mistress. If you couldn't have children, you wouldn't have to ask your husband to find a concubine every day."
Shen Yuhan looked at her husband and thought that she was supposed to be a mistress. Knowing that her husband was joking, she couldn't help feeling sad. However, she couldn't make her husband understand her completely, so she could only sit aside and sulk.
"You're making fun of me, and you still want to find a concubine." Shen Yuhan didn't want to pay attention to her husband anymore.
Shan Qihuan realized that he had said the wrong thing again. This time, no matter how he coaxed her, it was useless. His wife really didn't want to talk to him. She went into the kitchen and chatted with Aunt Wang instead of him.
During dinner, Shan Qihuan pretended to tilt the bowl to arouse his wife's sympathy.
"You're angry, okay. I was just joking. I mainly wanted to express that my Shen Yuhan is virtuous and considerate. I didn't mean anything else."
Shen Yuhan stuffed a mouthful of food into her mouth: "Husband, can eating shut your mouth?"
"Yes, I want you to kiss me." Shan Qihuan teased him.
"I told you not to talk nonsense." Shen Yuhan stuffed another big mouthful of rice into his mouth, enough to shut her husband's mouth.
Shan Qihuan had no choice but to eat slowly, saying, "No, it's just as you said."
After dinner, Shan Qihuan accompanied Shen Yuhan to watch his favorite TV series about poverty alleviation. It happened to be the finale, a happy ending for everyone. His wife was in tears. Shan Qihuan thought that he was too hard-hearted. How could he not feel any emotion when he saw the tanned male and female protagonists? But his wife was so touched, so he still had to accompany her to pretend to feel touched and praise the male and female protagonists for their contributions to the poor village.
Shen Yuhan's anger subsided, and the two of them went to rest at a certain time, without talking all night.
The next morning, Shan Qihuan remembered that Liu Tan asked his wife to hand over the invitation letter. During breakfast, he asked Shen Yuhan if she wanted to go. Shen Yuhan refused with a reason and nodded. The most important thing was that her husband said that she could earn some pocket money if she painted a picture for the director.
Now, what makes Shen Yuhan happy is that his writing and painting skills are put to good use and he can earn some pocket money. The more money he makes, the more at ease he feels.
Shan Qihuan understood Shen Yuhan more and more and knew that he liked to make small amounts of money, so he just let him do what he wanted.
Liu Tan came over at noon to deliver the invitation to him and was flattered to eat the dishes cooked by Shen Yuhan himself.
He secretly asked Shan Qihuan: "Why is my sister-in-law suddenly so nice to me?"
Shan Qihuan stated a fact and said sourly: "Because you gave him pocket money, you are now his ATM machine."
Liu Tan asked him curiously: "Do you give him pocket money?"
"Yeah, but we are husband and wife, what's mine is his, maybe he has that feeling." He spent his pocket money and still got a smile in return. Liu Tan cooked the meal himself after sending him an invitation letter, although the dish was just symbolically fried with some seasoning and served on a plate, he still felt jealous.
"It seems that the situation is good enough and we feel safe." Liu Tan gave him some advice.
"Is it enough?" Shan Qihuan thought, it seemed so, he might have bought too little, "Then I'll buy some more later."
After lunch, Shan Qihuan drove Liu Tan away.
That night, Shen Yuhan transferred a larger amount of pocket money through Alipay. Shen Yuhan counted it and found a zero. And then there was another thing. Her husband transferred pocket money from him for household expenses every month, and she was used to it.
A week passed without any trouble. During this week, Shen Yuhan found different ways to feed Shan Qihuan, and Shan Qihuan asked Aunt Wang to feed him qi-boosting food. The two of them managed to gain some weight back, but Shen Yuhan's lost weight kept coming back. Shan Qihuan was worried about his weight and almost wanted to use the pig-raising style of feeding.
The weather is a little warmer today, but I'm still shivering when I go out.
They both have to go out today because today is the day they go back to Shan's house for dinner once a month.
Now, Shan Tianfeng's illness had been concealed for too long, and the other three houses had already known about his condition. Shan Qihuan heard from his eldest brother that the second and third houses had become ill and began to frequently go to the main house. In fact, they were all trying to find out how Shan Tianfeng would divide up the Shan family's property.
Shan Qihuan looked at the plaster on his arm, fearing that he would have to fight a tough battle today. The principal wife had always been a thorn in the eyes of the other three wives, but fortunately his eldest brother and second sister would be present tonight.
Today is different from the past. Shan Qihuan used to just watch the show, but now everyone has provoked him, so naturally he can stay out of it.
Shan Qihuan had recently been busy with work and had cancelled all social events. He asked Shen Yuhan to leave early to avoid traffic jams. When they arrived at Shan's residence, only a few people had returned from home, and those who usually ran the most actively were still there. Of course, it was not him who came late, but Shan Qihuan who asked Shen Yuhan to return early.
Naturally, the two of them went to see Shan Tianfeng first.
Although Shen Yuhan knew that Shan Tianfeng didn't treat her husband very well, she still tried to be polite so as not to be criticized for her mistakes. She even brought some snacks that she had made herself when she came.
When he arrived, Shan Tianfeng was leisurely drinking tea and listening to opera, looking exactly like someone who had cancer.
There is no way to completely cure cancer now, but if it is controlled, recurrence within five years and living another ten years or so is actually a big problem, and there is really no need to worry too much.
Shen Yuhan often went to accompany him when he was in the hospital last time, and this time he brought some snacks. Dan Tianfeng felt good when he saw him.
He also took the initiative to ask: "Are you two hungry? If you are hungry, order some noodles first. The chef's hand-rolled noodles are not bad."
This point was recognized by Shan Qihuan: "Indeed, you are right. You ate very little at noon. Do you want to eat something?"
In fact, what he was thinking was that he probably only ate a few bites of food in the evening, and seeing that group of people made him feel sick.
Shen Yuhan said: "Let's eat together. You should eat with me."
Shan Qihuan didn't have any objections, but Shan Tianfeng was willing to eat some noodles with Shen Yuhan, mainly because he was a little hungry.
They did not eat at the long table in the restaurant, but instead set up a small table in the tea lounge area, where the three of them sat and ate.
As soon as the noodles came, Shen Yuhan started to eat them, while Shan Qihuan picked up the noodles one by one. His left hand was injured, while his right hand was still flexible. He only pretended to have eaten when he wanted to tease his wife. Shen Yuhan saw through his tricks long ago and insisted that he eat by himself when they were outside.
After the three of them had a simple bowl of chicken noodle soup, Shan Tianfeng asked Shan Qihuan, "How is your health? When will your hand get better?"
Shan Qihuan rarely spoke to Shan Tianfeng in such a calm manner: "It will be done soon. It will take some time to recover after the plaster is removed."
"How are you?" Shan Qihuan asked awkwardly. It was rare for him and his son to sit down and chat so calmly.
Dan Tianfeng didn't have anything to say: "It's okay. I think I'll have to have an operation before the New Year. I've already discussed it with the doctor."
"Well, just do it once and that's it, right?"
"It depends on the situation. If it recurs, you will have to undergo a second surgery or chemotherapy."
Shan Qihuan and Shan Tianfeng chatted casually, without gossiping in front of him, which was quite humorous.
Shen Yuhan was walking around the teahouse. The layout here was his favorite Chinese design. He was chatting while walking around here. Maybe due to the limitations of the dynasty, he didn't know much about antiques, but he had some insights into calligraphy and painting. He has been studying them quite a lot recently, and he can tell the quality of other people's calligraphy.
After Shen Yuhan came back from looking around, Shan Tianfeng asked him, "Which calligraphy or painting do you like? If you like it, take it back."
Shen Yuhan asked Shan Qihuan: "Is it okay?"
Shan Qihuan encouraged him, looking cautious and distressed: "If you like it, just do it. Nothing is wrong."
Shan Tianfeng saw their mutual affection and smiled and said, "Last time I heard you say that you also grow flowers at home?"
Shen Yuhan said: "Not bad, I just stay at home and do some random things."
The more Dan Tianfeng looked at Shen Yuhan, the more he liked her. "A few days ago, I got a peony that someone else had raised. It's been fifty years old. If you like it, I'll have someone send it over for you to plant."
Coming to Shan's house, eating and taking things, Shen Yuhan was not polite at all. He could not refuse the gift given by the elders, so he said readily: "Thank you, Dad. I'll accept it."
Shan Qihuan was very surprised at Shan Tianfeng's generosity towards Shen Yuhan. A fifty-year-old peony was not cheap at all. It would cost at least six or seven figures, and it could almost be the king of peonies in the flower garden. The most important thing was not the price, but its rarity. He knew that Shan Tianfeng had many hobbies, and growing flowers was one of them.
Does he really have a new respect for Shen Yuhan
The two of them waited with Dan Tianfeng for a long time before the housekeeper came over and told him that the second wife was coming over here.
Shan Qihuan wanted to meet the second wife, so he took Shen Yuhan to see his room. Shan Tianfeng didn't say anything, waved his hand and asked them to leave, then asked the housekeeper to pack up the peonies that had been sent to him and send them to Shan Qihuan.
The housekeeper was even more surprised than Shan Qihuan: "What are you doing?" Are you making arrangements for your affairs after your death
Shan Tianfeng smiled and said, "Of course, I just like Yu Han. I heard that he is very good at taking care of flowers. I have enough flowers here. What's the point of giving him one?"
Butler: "What about the painting?"
Shan Tianfeng: "Isn't he good at calligraphy and painting? Which of my sons and daughters has anything to do with art? What's the point of giving him a gift? His relationship with Qi Huan was a lie."
The housekeeper agreed. That was true. They were indeed inseparable.
At this time, Shan Qihuan took Shen Yuhan to the room where he used to live. The room still maintained its original appearance, with only a few major changes. Someone had always kept it clean and tidy, but he came back to live there later when he had the ability to do so.
This style has a youthful and immature feeling. Shen Yuhan gradually understands her husband's past.
Shan Qihuan told him to take any fancy, so Shen Yuhan really looked around and touched things. There were two doors in the room, one for his reading area and the other for his resting area.
There were many famous books on the bookshelf, all of which Shen Yuhan had never read, so he asked Shan Qihuan if he could pack them up and take them away.
Shan Qihuan said, anyway, there are fewer things to bring back today.
Shen Yuhan also found several thick photo albums sandwiched between the bookshelf.
Has he ever seen the photo album
When I first came to modern times, all I saw were mobile phone albums. This was the first time I saw a physical photo album.
Shen Yuhan asked curiously: "Husband, what is this?"
Shan Qihuan followed his gaze and said, "The photo albums from elementary school to college are all here."
Shen Yuhan casually flipped the page and saw Shan Qihuan, a young boy with a fresh face. He was still wearing a high school uniform. There were two people arm in arm with him, one was Liu Tan, the other was Ding Quan. Shan Qihuan looked very happy as if he wanted to hit someone, while Liu Tan and Ding Quan had very bright faces, which showed that their relationship was really wrong.
Shen Yuhan said: "Then I will move back and watch."
Shan Qihuan looked at the piles of books on the floor and was speechless for a long time: "." If someone knew, they would think you were moving.
After staying in the room for half an hour, Shen Yuhan "looted" a pile of books and packed them all up to take away.
After a long time, it was time for the Shan family to have dinner, and Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan went to the restaurant.
When he came out, he immediately became the focus of everyone. Today, all the people were here. The four brothers and sisters of the main house were all back. Except for Shan Qihuan's mother, everyone else was present. It really looked like the Tan family's home.
The Second Madam always kept her mouth shut. She would argue with everyone she met, especially Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan.
"Oh, Qihuan, why are you so cautious? When will your hand heal?" The Second Madam looked gloating over the misfortune. "You should be more careful when you travel far away in the future."
Before Shan Qihuan could open his mouth, Shen Yuhan replied, "From what you said, it seems that the Second Madam knows the details very well."
The second wife's face changed slightly: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can I possibly understand?"
It seems that the only one who can make her shut up is Shen Yuhan.
Shan Tianfeng came out just as he was about to confront each other, and everyone took their seats one by one.
The children from the second, third and fourth rooms all began to show their courtesy and concern for Shan Tianfeng's health, and the wives of the rooms all acted virtuous.
After dinner, Shen Yuhan went to the bathroom alone.
When I came out, I met Shan Qibai who had just come back from smoking.
No matter how Shen Yuhan talked to Shan Qibai, he always felt that there was something weird in the way this person looked at him.
There was someone in the corridor, and Shen Yuhan was about to go around Shan Qibai to the living room, but Shan Qibai suddenly leaned beside him and stretched out his hand to block his way.
"Shen Yuhan, you're really good at bickering with my mom time and time again. What methods did you use to make Shan Qihuan so devoted to you?"
"Please move aside." Shen Yuhan didn't want to pay attention to him.
He wanted to go around Shan Qibai, but Shan Qibai came close to him and made an intoxicated expression as if he was smelling food.
Shan Qibai said with a sigh: "She looks really good, and smells pretty good."
Shen Yuhan's face turned pale, thinking of how disgusting Shan Qibai was, like a bully who had committed many evil deeds. He took two steps back: "Get out of the way, or I will be polite!"
Shan Qibai stretched out his hand and was about to pinch his chin: "I'm telling you, there are surveillance cameras here. If you let me kiss you, I'll let you go."
But Shan Qibai didn't meet Shen Yuhan who was retreating, but this made him more excited and more motivated!
Shan Qibai's eyes were actually a little dazed and excited, and his feet felt a little light when he walked. He looked at Shen Yuhan with lustful eyes, "Why are you hiding? Little slut, you hooked up with Shan Qiyun and slept with Shan Qihuan, and I still want to meet you?"
Shen Yuhan was fair, tender and delicate, and more beautiful than any other woman he met outside. Although she had a flat chest, it was very much to his taste.
At this time, Shen Yuhan was so angry that his face turned blue. Seeing that Shan Qibai was about to touch him, he grabbed the vase on the shelf next to him and smashed it hard on his head!