Dan Tianfeng, who was so angry that he fainted, was sent to the emergency room overnight. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after the doctor diagnosed that he just fainted due to anger and that he was not seriously injured for the time being.
At that time, the Third House was no longer as enthusiastic as before. Their lifeline was now being controlled by Shan Qihuan. Shan Tianfeng's life or death did not have much to do with them. The fact that he was likely to change his will made the Third House even less interested in caring about him.
If they hadn't been so greedy, if they hadn't coveted things they shouldn't have, they wouldn't be where they are today.
The second wife was even more crazy and whispered that if she had known this day would come, she would have helped Gu Biqing kill Shan Qihuan many years ago. At that time, she thought Shan Tianfeng would hand over the family business to Shan Qiyuan and had always targeted him. Well, she was too smart and got nothing. She wanted to die in the hospital, and even her son was involved. She wanted to live or die, and no one cared, but she was just in an ugly state.
The Third Lady was accompanied by only her little daughter, who was crying while hugging her. As for the Fourth Lady, she seemed to be out of her body, staring at the hospital floor with empty eyes.
Gu Biqing was old and did not come, so Shan Qiyuan informed her of the details over the phone.
Shan Qihuan simply sent people to keep an eye on them, and no one was allowed to hurt his wife again.
As long as his father is around, the third wife is there. When his father is not around, the third wife is just a nominal title and no one recognizes her.
Everyone was tired, and except for the necessary personnel, everyone else left the hospital one after another.
While in the car, Shen Yuhan noticed that Shan Qihuan's face was full of fatigue.
Everything happened too fast today. The reaction and handling speeds were extremely fast. The premise for this speed was that Shan Qihuan had never relaxed his vigilance against the third house. The several times he and Shen Yuhan had brushed shoulders with death were all related to them.
Along the way, Shan Qihuan closed his eyes and didn't say a word to Shen Yuhan, and Shen Yuhan didn't know how to start.
They haven't had a good conversation since the city was closed.
After arriving home, the two went into the house one after another.
Shan Qihuan asked Shen Yuhan to wash up first: "You go back to your room to take a shower and sleep first, I'll go to the study to take care of something first."
The one who was scared today was not Shen Yuhan, but Shan Qihuan. He has not yet recovered from the shock in the afternoon. His calmness tonight was just a disguise.
"But it's late now, can't we talk about it tomorrow?" Shen Yuhan didn't want her husband to be too tired.
"It will be ready soon." Shan Qihuan kissed his forehead, "I will go back to the room later."
Shen Yuhan went back to take a shower first, as he was also very tired. However, when he came out of the shower and dried his hair, his husband still hadn't returned to the room.
She left the room and went to the study to look for her husband. She knocked on the door, but no one answered. She pushed open the door of the study. The light was on, but her husband was nowhere to be seen.
He knocked on the bathroom door again and turned the doorknob. No one was there: "Husband?"
Where have you been
There was a printed document on the desk. Shen Yuhan saw the one-inch photo pasted on it at a glance. He walked forward curiously to take a look. It was a college entrance examination application form. He moved the form to the front and saw the one-inch photo clearly. It was the face of "Shen Yuhan". He looked at the content filled in on the paper. It was all family information. There was nothing special.
When Shen Yuhan turned to the back, he understood why Shan Qihuan had the document in his hand. He saw the handwritten signature of "Shen Yuhan" at the back.
Handwriting.
His handwriting was different from that of "Shen Yuhan". He slapped his forehead. He felt that he could not withstand Shan Qihuan's investigation.
"Shen Yuhan's" handwriting cannot even be described as neat. According to his standard of calligraphy, his handwriting can only be described as "ugly". The handwriting he wrote when he was five years old was several times better than his.
Shen Yuhan took a deep breath. When he wanted to tell Shan Qihuan about his origins, it turned out that his husband had already had suspicions. His husband's suspicions were understandable, so he was not angry.
Why not ask him
Her previous explanation was actually full of mistakes and omissions. Her husband was not someone who could be easily perfunctory. He was a meticulous person and would definitely have guessed it.
It was all because they hadn't spoken out their feelings, or maybe he was giving himself a chance to make things clear, but he didn't make any move.
She should have made it clear in the morning when the city was closed, but her husband suddenly interrupted her. She knew something was wrong at that time. Was he doing it on purpose? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that she blocked his words before he could open his mouth? Was he not prepared
How should I explain to him that I am a soul from a thousand years ago that mistakenly entered the body of a modern person? What a coincidence that they have the same face. How can I explain it clearly
Shen Yuhan looked at the college entrance examination application form with extremely complicated feelings. Now all he had to do was break through that layer of window paper.
He took a deep breath and was no longer in a hurry to look for Shan Qihuan. Normally, they could talk about anything, but now he felt a little timid.
She sat down in her husband's chair, stared at the black computer monitor for a while, then smiled softly.
In fact, he made countless mistakes every day. He became as dependent on mobile phones as modern people. But when he saw a computer, he forgot that modern young people have many hobbies, and he still hasn't learned how to use a computer.
He knew that no matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn't.
"Why are you here?" Shan Qihuan went downstairs to pour a glass of water. When he came up, he saw that the door of the study was wide open, and his wife was sitting in her chair, holding her chin in a daze.
"Waiting for you." Shen Yuhan looked up at him. There was no sleepiness in his eyes, only confusion.
Shan Qihuan's heart skipped a beat, for he had forgotten to put the application form away when he went downstairs.
He hadn't gotten over his fear yet, so he didn't want to go with Shen Yuhan first. He looked at the application form again. How could there be such a big difference between the beginning and the end of a person? He was a little confused.
Shen Yuhan is indeed Shen Yuhan himself. The person has not changed, but all his behaviors and habits have changed. If you think about it carefully, there are many inconsistencies.
He is like an ancient man.
Shan Qihuan wanted to be angry with him for his reckless behavior today, but he was so angry that he thought about this.
When he was in the exhibition hall today, if I didn't interrupt him, what would he want to say to me
Shan Qihuan was a little afraid that he would say something that he couldn't accept. Of course, he couldn't have any relationship with Shen Jiyu in the Western Han Dynasty tomb. They were people who lived two thousand years ago and had nothing to do with him.
What if the person he loves is not Shen Yuhan? What should he do
This problem has been bothering him and giving him a headache. For a moment, he didn't know how to face Shen Yuhan. His wife was too sensitive and could tell at a glance that something was wrong with his expression. He didn't like to hide his emotions in front of him and was in a dilemma.
Until he saw Shen Yuhan sitting in his chair waiting for him.
He remembered the night of their wedding. He was sitting on a chair, while Shen Yuhan stood obediently at the door and did not come in. Instead, he looked at him nervously and asked him if he wanted to rest.
He clearly remembered that if he had not agreed at that time, he might have regretted it for a long time. Now he thought that his decision was right.
"Then go back to your room and sleep." Shan Qihuan looked at Shen Yuhan's expression, afraid that he would suddenly lose his temper. After all, he was investigating him privately.
But Shen Yuhan did not get angry with Shan Qihuan, but got up and went back to the room with him.
Shan Qihuan was actually feeling like a cat scratching his head. Did Shen Yuhan see the application form? He had left it so obvious!
My wife has such a good temper.
When Shan Qihuan came out of the shower, Shen Yuhan was lying on his pillow with his eyes closed. He must have fallen asleep.
But as soon as he got on the bed, Shen Yuhan immediately moved back to his pillow, sat up, and faced Shan Qihuan.
Shen Yuhan hid his hands under the quilt and pulled at the sheet. He did not call Shan Qihuan "husband" softly as before, but called his name.
"Shan Qihuan."
However, Shan Qihuan had never heard Shen Yuhan call his name in this tone before. He was slightly stunned, his scalp felt a little numb, and the sleepiness he had just felt disappeared instantly.
Shan Qihuan guessed that he wanted to talk to him about the volunteer form, so he pretended to be calm and said, "Huh?" He must be angry.
The first thing Shen Yuhan said was: "Ms. Shen, he is not actually a woman."
The topic span is a bit wide? What is Miss Shen
"Ah?" After a pause, he realized that he was referring to Miss Shen from the Western Han Dynasty Tomb. "Why are you talking about her in the middle of the night?" In ancient times, there was no such thing as gay marriage. "She is married, so why is she not a woman?"
Shen Yuhan looked at Shan Qihuan with burning eyes: "Do you want to know his life story?"
There was no need to turn on the air conditioner in the current weather. It was neither too cold nor too hot at night. The window was wide open and the room was ventilated. Shan Qihuan pulled the quilt, fearing that his wife would catch a cold, but he failed to pull it. Then he realized that Shen Yuhan was holding the quilt tightly.
Shan Qihuan finally realized that something was wrong with him: "Why did you mention her?"
The three words "Miss Shen" were taboo between them. No matter how he evaluated this person, his wife would not be satisfied.
"I know his life, and I want to tell you. I can't sleep if I don't." Shen Yuhan didn't change his posture.
Shan Qihuan wanted to say that the experts had not found any deeds related to her and this person was still a mystery. How could Shen Yuhan know her
He didn't dare to think further.
Moreover, why is Shen Yuhan so obsessed with this "Miss Shen".
Shan Qihuan asked him uncertainly: "But even the experts don't know, so how do you know?"
Shen Yuhan half-lowered her eyes, staring at the pattern on the silk quilt, and said in a coquettish tone: "Then do you want to listen or not?"
Shan Qihuan whispered in his heart, this is his wife Shen Yuhan, who knows how to act like a spoiled child.
He finally smiled after all the time since the afternoon: "Okay, okay, you talk, I listen."
Shen Yuhan was no longer nervous because of his coaxing tone, so she had to resume her normal speaking tone.
The serious atmosphere was gone and he didn't know how to start.
Shan Qihuan was looking at Shen Yuhan's helpless and angry complex expression. He couldn't help wanting to laugh, but he didn't dare to: "Then you can research what kind of life this Miss Shen has."
Shen Yuhan simply didn't sit down, but lay back on the bed, and at the same time pulled Shan Qihuan down to lie down.
I haven't had a late night chat with my husband for a long time.
He held Shan Qihuan's fingers and said, "He is not a lady, he is a boy."
Shan Qihuan also shook his limp hand and became more alert: "What is a brother?"
"You can understand that a ge'er is a boy who can have children. Their body structure is similar to that of boys, but they can have children." At this point, Shen Yuhan opened the collar of her pajamas and pointed to the red mole on her collarbone. "Every ge'er is born with a cinnabar mole on his collarbone. The redder the mole, the stronger his fertility is."
Shan Qihuan looked at his white neck and the bright red mole. He was sexy, but his wife was saying something unbelievable. Did this guy really exist
"Well, what next?" Shan Qihuan stared at the red mole on Shen Yuhan's collarbone and his nerves began to break.
Shen Yuhan lowered his voice and said, "They are like women. They need to learn how to manage the household. They also need to be raised like women. When they reach a certain age, they will choose someone to marry. But they are not as good as women. Only boys born into a good family have the chance to become the principal wife."
"Brother Shen was born in the House of Loyalty and Bravery. He has three older brothers. He is the legitimate son of the family. His parents and brothers love him very much. He has lived a smooth life since he was born. Of course, like other sons and daughters from wealthy families, he studied and wrote, and learned the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. God treated him well. He was born with a good appearance and some talent. He gradually became famous in the capital. His family loved him and his brothers were reluctant to let him go. Other sons were engaged at the age of fourteen or fifteen, but he was almost twenty and had not been engaged to anyone. Until one day, the family received an imperial edict."
Shan Qihuan's heart tightened: "Then what?"