Mr. Li, my wife doesn’t want to remarry and secretly gives birth to a baby.

"Qinghe, you should go back to your room first."

Next, Song Chenggong will definitely argue with Leng Suhua, and Song Qingyi doesn't want to scare Li Qinghe.

Li Qinghe was still filled with self-blame. Overwhelmed by immense fear and helplessness, she handed the Porsche car keys to Song Qingyi with trembling hands.

"Honey, I don't want this car anymore."

Before Song Qingyi could speak, Song Chenggong had already used this opportunity to address Leng Suhua.

"You should return that car as soon as possible. I told you before, didn't I? Driving it around like that will definitely bring trouble."

"Ugh, aren't you annoying? How many times do you have to say it?"

Leng Suhua had originally planned to return the car.

She knew she also bore some responsibility this time.

She listened patiently as Song Chenggong had just said it once.

He's still as talkative as before, so she doesn't want to go along with him anymore.

“I’m spending my own money, and they can’t trace it back to you no matter what. They’re just going through the motions. You’re safe and sound, aren’t you?”

"The process? It's alright. Go sit down and try it out. Go taste the tea over there and see if it's good."

"I'm not an official, and I'm not qualified to go even if I wanted to," Leng Suhua snorted.

Li Qinghe, standing to the side, bit her pink lips tightly, looking completely lost.

Song Qingyi first took her back to her room, patted her on the shoulder, and told her not to be afraid and that he wouldn't do anything to her.

Song Chenggong and Leng Suhua were still arguing in the living room.

"Alright, stop arguing."

Song Qingyi walked over.

They've been peaceful for decades, and now they're arguing again?

Leng Suhua said, "Your dad is just looking for trouble."

Song Chenggong was extremely disappointed. "I have nothing to say to you."

Song Qingyi was speechless. "Mom, I'll return this car and get Qinghe a Mercedes C-Class instead. She only needs it for picking up Xixi from kindergarten most of the time, so it's enough for her."

Song Chenggong felt that driving a Mercedes was going too far.

The more low-key we are now, the better...

"You bought yourself a Land Rover, isn't that enough? Just get her an electric car worth tens of thousands. Don't be like your mother, obsessed with showing off."

"Song Chenggong, are you ever going to stop?"

Leng Suhua interjected, "This is a car I paid for myself. I should be able to decide what I want to change it to."

"Leng Suhua, do you want to hurt me again? You need to know that if our family is doing well, we must keep a low profile!"

"How am I not being low-key? I just bought my daughter-in-law a car, does that mean it's all my fault?"

“You’re not entirely wrong, but your actions have had a very bad impact. Your speed in admitting your mistakes is extremely inappropriate, and this is how you’ve corrupted your child.”

"Don't try to lecture me like that—"

"........."

Inside the room, Li Qinghe secretly watched the movements outside.

She felt bad because her in-laws were arguing.

It's all her fault...

After Song Qingyi finally managed to reconcile his parents, the two stopped arguing.

Exhausted, I returned to the master bedroom.

Li Qinghe was already rubbing her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Song Qingyi sighed helplessly and said softly, "Qinghe, don't cry. Huh?"

Li Qinghe cried even harder, "Brother Qingyi, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"OK OK."

Having just gotten their marriage certificate, Song Qingyi immediately felt that he was also at fault for making his wife cry until her eyes looked like walnuts.

"You've learned your lesson, don't do it again next time."

"Waaah, I know..."

Li Qinghe hugged Song Qingyi's waist, crying and sobbing.

"Honey, yell at me, hit me, wouldn't that make you feel better...?"

Song Qingyi coaxed Li Qinghe like a child, "Alright, alright, it's really nothing, don't worry."

"dad."

Xixi suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Li Qinghe was holding Song Qingyi, and she was holding Li Qinghe.

"Daddy, don't hit Mommy. Mommy, don't cry."

"..."

Song Qingyi was completely baffled. Were these two, one big and one small, putting on a double act?

Why is he about to hit me?

"Daughter, don't cry, don't cry,"

"How could Daddy bear to hit you? He wouldn't want to hit you, would he? Be good, don't cry. Ouch."

Both mother and daughter have eyes that look like glass beads.

Her eyes are always watery when she cries.

After coaxing this person, Song Qingyi went on to coax that person, and then took his wife and children to the bathroom to wash their faces.

He had lived a carefree and unrestrained life for over a decade, but a drunken mistake shattered that carefree spirit...

Sin ah.

As Song Qingyi wiped the faces of the mother and daughter, he sighed, "So this is what marriage is like. Men really have to work hard."

Li Qinghe tilted her head back and asked cautiously, "Husband, you won't divorce me, will you?"

Song Qingyi was impressed by her, "Little Miss, we just got our marriage certificate..."

Who gets divorced right after getting married?

Li Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

Xixi said, "Dad, I haven't told you yet, Mom made me change my name. My surname is now yours, Song!"

Song Qingyi nodded. "Daughter, I know. Your grandma told me."

Li Qinghe quickly said, "It was my own idea for Xixi to change it. It wasn't Auntie's fault. Auntie is so good to me, and I didn't want her to be sad. So I changed it."

Song Qingyi nodded. It's alright, it can be changed.

Given their situation, it would be more troublesome if the child didn't change their surname.

"Xixi, take your mom to bed."

Song Qingyi still had some work to deal with.

Li Qinghe couldn't help Song Qingyi at all, and instead caused trouble for his family...

She thought a lot that night…

……

On the other hand, Yuan Gang arrived at Fujiang Rose the next day.

There's a board meeting at the Jiang Group today, which Jiang Tong is also attending. He came here specifically to be with Jiang Tong and also to see his grandchildren.

When he arrived today, he noticed that the atmosphere between Jiang Tong and Li Jingchen was rather strange.

Once in the car, Jiang Tong explained to Yuan Gang.

Because of the children.

Mingyang has already gone to the social event with Li Jingchen. Although the child behaved very well and was perceptive, Jiang Tong felt that the child should go to such occasions less often.

Jiang Tong didn't want her son to lack a lot of childlike innocence; the more he knew as a child, the less happy he would be.

Li Jingchen hopes that Mingyang's early exposure to the social interactions in the business world will not affect his childhood or his normal school life.

Yuan Gang said to Jiang Tong, "In this regard, I agree with Xiao Jing. Yangyang is the eldest son and will be the heir to the group in the future. He should be exposed to this influence as early as possible."

Jiang Tong looked out the window, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll think about it some more."

"Tongtong, Dad knows you spoil Yangyang a lot. It's normal for you and your husband to have disagreements about raising children."

Jiang Tong didn't say anything more about the topic.

Night falls.

Song Chenggong invited Yuan Gang and Li Jingchen to dinner.

On the way to the restaurant, Song Chenggong was still thinking about the unassuming local cuisine and farmhouse banquet.

They both have the surname Li.

Li Wenhong is not as steady and reliable as Li Yuanzheng, which can be seen from their respective children.

If his in-laws were Li Yuanzheng, or even Yuan Gang...