Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Song Yue still didn't like this. It seemed that she had loved Zhao Yuantong from the very beginning. Although she didn't care much and could divorce him if they couldn't live together, this was a deception to Zhao Yuantong and was wrong in itself.

"What did you say to him? Did you tell him what my attitude was?"

Liu Yuhan was able to clearly distinguish the importance of this matter. Without saying it explicitly, he relied entirely on his intuition. Naturally, he would not express any attitude on behalf of Song Yue. It was better for young people to be honest about their own affairs. After all, as people who have been through it, they always have some experience.

Song Yue breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how much they did, it would only show their attitude. The final decision still rested with them.

It seems like it's time to bring Sang Ge to meet the family. It's better to resolve Gong Tai's issue as soon as possible.

The next day, I was off duty early again. I checked whether Fusange had completely learned his name. He was quite diligent, and his handwriting was barely legible. "Today I will teach you how to write my name. Come home with me to meet my family in a few days."

The person who was originally happy suddenly felt extremely nervous after hearing her say that, and the hand holding the brush was shaking.

"Don't be afraid. My family is easy to get along with. When they ask you, just tell them the child is yours."

After hearing this, Fusangge's hands trembled even more, and he said, "How could such a good thing happen to me?" So this is what happened.

"The child probably won't have your surname, but I will include you in our Song family tree, so that you can be worshipped by future generations."

Sang didn't find it strange. Why would a child who wasn't his own have the same surname as him?

But what she meant seemed to be: "Marry into the wife's family?"

Song Yue didn't care about these titles, but after thinking about it carefully, they were pretty much the same: "What do you think?"

He was used to being alone, so it was inevitable that he would feel uncomfortable suddenly having a large family. But when he thought about the fact that he didn't have much time left to live, and that having a place to be buried, and even that his descendants might call him grandfather or ancestor, was a continuation of his legacy, what was there to be dissatisfied about?

"Okay."

"You can bring it up yourself when the time comes."

She didn't need to take the credit for this. If she had insisted, her opinion wouldn't have been important. Now that she was discussing it with herself, she believed her family wouldn't be in such a bad state either.

The reason for deliberately choosing to take him back when Zhao Yuan was present is probably self-evident.

The atmosphere was just inexplicably awkward.

Song Chaofeng couldn't help but not believe his ears: "What did you say?"

Song Yue was tired of standing, so she found a chair to sit down, and did not forget to pull him to sit down with her, but Sangge didn't dare to do so. It was as if the chair was equipped with springs, and it bounced up as soon as it touched his butt.

"When the wedding date is set, I will definitely invite Mr. Zhao to have a drink at the wedding."

The meaning was so clear that Zhao Yuantong had no idea what tricks she was playing. He could only blame himself for being too slow. After all, he hadn't seen her for so many years, so how much did he know about her? He left in a low mood.

Song Maoyu sent him out and then returned shortly afterwards.

"Yueyue, this is a lifelong event, how can you treat it as a joke?"

It was rare for Song Chaofeng to get so angry. He knew at first glance that Fusangge was a short-lived person, and no one would believe that this was the result of Song Yue's careful choice.

"Dad, calm down. Sanger is the child's father..."

"What happened to father? Look at his physique... What? Father?"

He also turned around and confirmed with his family.

Fusangge stepped forward and knelt down. "Father-in-law and mother-in-law, please calm down. It is true that Xiaoxu was rude. Xiaoxu is also aware of his physical condition. Xiaoxu has no family willing to marry into the Song family. The child can also take the Song surname. After Xiaoxu passes away, Yueyue will be free and can marry freely."

These words were said so sincerely that Song Chaofeng was at a loss for words. The fact that he was the child's father alone was enough to control the Song family, not to mention that he was willing to marry into the family.

But it is suspicious that he said so easily that he was willing to marry into the family. What's more, he said that he was alone. Who knows what kind of character he has?

The two elders did not speak, but just a glance told them that the matter was still debatable. His character was unclear, his family background was unclear, and he was a sickly man. So what if he was the father of the child? How could they let Song Yue marry him in such an unclear way?

Song Maoyu sent him back and asked around.

A beggar with poor health could still live and grow up. His mind and means were not as simple as Song Yue thought, and he could not handle it naturally. It was just because he was a dying man and it was not easy for someone to collect his body, not to mention the generous reward Song Yue offered, so he naturally had to cooperate.

From Jinzhi's understanding of Song Yue, she felt she didn't care much about these identities or appearances. Only Liu Yuhan found it strange. How could such a coincidence happen? She had refused to tell him before, but now she was speaking so readily, which made her even more confused.

Song Yue had long expected that she would be questioned one day, and she patiently explained that it was nothing more than the Bodhi necklace in his hand that reminded her of someone, and she made a mistake. It sounded quite plausible.

Regardless of whether she managed to fool herself or not, after two days of not eating properly, the little life in her belly began to protest, making her feel uncomfortable, so she gave up.

She only told Liu Yuhan that she wanted to announce the wedding date as soon as possible, because she was afraid that if it was too late her pregnancy and Fusang Ge's health would not allow it.

Liu Yuhan felt that her children were all a debt. The first three had all gone smoothly without causing her much trouble, but things were so bad with Song Yue. However, the ancients believed in superstition and could make things right. It was inevitable that some children would not be lucky. She just hoped that everything would go smoothly after this incident.

Song Yue paid great attention to regulating her body and was determined to keep herself healthy. She took various supplements, and in just a few days, her cheeks became visibly rounder. Perhaps the little life in her belly felt safe and became more restless.

Perhaps the observation test on Sangge was over, or perhaps Song Yue's reaction was too big and could no longer be concealed. In addition, Sangge was a son-in-law, which made the Song family more confident.

All the procedures were hurriedly carried out. After the horoscope was calculated, it turned out to be a perfect match. How could it not be a match? Sangge didn't remember his own birth date, he just asked the master to calculate a few days that were prosperous for Song Yue and chose from them.

Overwhelmed, Su Wanmo finally found an opportunity to look for Song Yue, and was told that Song Yue had finished her shift early. It was said that she had been like this for the past few days, looking uncomfortable and very busy, with people coming to see her all the time.

The noble ladies who escaped the blockade were like birds out of a cage, and could not be found for a while.

Su Wanmo had delayed the selection process long enough this time, and some people were inevitably anxious. Internal conflicts were enough to eliminate some people, and some of the playboys in the capital also had their day.

Those who stayed behind either had some means or some background. They hadn't even entered his harem yet, but he was exhausted from having to deal with their "family affairs" every day. This made him even more determined not to fill up his harem, so he started to act as a matchmaker. As long as he betrothed those who were too idle to marry, there would be fewer people bothering him, and it would not be in vain for them to go through so much trouble.

The familiar smell reassured him, and he poked around the house, curious as to why she hadn't returned yet.

Maybe she went somewhere again... Zhao Yuantong has been called around every day these days, so they shouldn't have much time to meet.

Thinking of this, I lay down on the couch with more peace of mind. After almost half a month of hard work, it was rare to find such a quiet and comfortable place, and I soon fell drowsy.