Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

Xiang Ran woke up in the morning light.

She lay on the big bed in his bedroom.

Songxuan had already rolled to the edge of the fence.

Xiang Ran hurried to "fish" his son over.

A touch,

its not right!

Why are the sheets wet?

Then I looked at the kid’s underwear—did he wet the bed???

She quickly woke her son up, took off Songxuan's underwear, and made him stand naked on the carpet.

Because I am afraid that urine will seep into the mattress.

Xiang Ran climbed onto the bed and pulled off the sheets.

But Songxuan didn't think there was anything wrong with wetting the bed.

He looked at Ran pulling the bed sheets and found it amusing.

He actually happily crawled under the sheets and hid himself.

He was still yelling, "Looking for the baby! Looking for the baby!"

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Since the son wet the bed sheets, he should at least tell his father.

Xiang Ran took the child to find Sheng Yang.

As a result, Aunt Zhang said that Sheng Yang had already gone to the company.

So early?

You left just after seven?

Xiang Ran was curious - where did he sleep last night?

She walked to her room and saw no signs that anyone had slept there.

Could it be that he stayed in the study yesterday?

There is only a small sofa in the study.

How can I sleep comfortably?

-

The sheets were dried and put back on the bed.

Xiang Ran originally thought that Sheng Yang would come back from get off work early today.

But he didn't come back until after nine o'clock in the evening.

She also wanted to ask him if he had taken any Chinese medicine.

If you want to decoct Chinese medicine, you need a prescription.

But that night, Sheng Yang did not go back.

To be exact, I didn't go back the whole night.

-

At around nine o'clock in the evening,

Sheng Yang was still playing chess with someone.

The person who could be accompanied by him in person to play chess must be extraordinary.

Imitation of the Boshan stove, with smoke curling up.

Pavilions, towers and summer insects chirping.

In the last round, Sheng Yang won.

The person opposite said: "What a pity, what a pity!"

"It's a pity you didn't go into politics," Secretary Cheng said with a smile. "In fact, you're most like your grandfather. You're the only one in the Sheng family who's suited for a career in politics."

Sheng Yang: "How can I compare to Grandpa?"

“Times have changed, so there’s no need to be modest.

I saw you were pressing forward with your moves, but suddenly you retreated. Between the moves, you relaxed and held on to your opponent without letting up. Secretary Cheng stood up, smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Nephew Sheng Yang, I really like your chess moves. They're so interesting!"

Sheng Yang stood up and helped Secretary Cheng pull out a chair: "I'll see you out."

Secretary Cheng sighed, "I worked with your grandfather for seven years. Everyone said he was strict and upright, but in fact he was a relaxed and tolerant person.

When your grandfather retired, I was probably about your age. But...time flies, and decades have passed."

Sheng Yang nodded: "Grandpa once told me that if you communicate more with the elders, you will always gain experience."

Secretary Cheng smiled and said, "So when I went to Yinliu Garden today and met Old Qiao, I remembered that your grandfather talked to me about you last year... I happened to be free tonight, so I asked my secretary to call you over to Old Qiao's place to play chess with me."

Secretary Cheng's expression was earnest: "Tonight we didn't discuss policies or current affairs, we only talked about life.

From the perspective of an elder, I have a few words to tell you - you will definitely encounter many difficulties now and in the future.

All kinds of difficult, complicated, unspeakable difficulties and pressures.

This is certain.

Whether you are in politics or business, you will encounter this.

And you can't live as you please.

So, it is not easy for us to move forward.

Over the past few decades, we have to fight against the wind and waves, but we must also learn to ride the waves and even stand at the forefront.

Therefore, the most important tenacity a person needs is not obsession.

After you turn thirty, you enter another stage.

Obsession is nothing but the youthful spirit.

Although it is good,

But it’s no longer for you.”

Sheng Yang nodded solemnly: "I know."

Secretary Cheng smiled and clapped his hands: "Well... I know you know it. You just gave me the answer in the game."

-

After leaving Old Qiao's house, Song Nan drove the car and said, "If I hadn't followed you, I'm afraid I would never have been able to shake hands with Secretary Cheng in my life."

Sheng Yang glanced at him and said, "You're being polite. Secretary Cheng is very approachable. He always stops to shake hands with people when he sees them."

Song Nan ignored his brother's ridicule and simply asked, "Why is Ji Jian also at Lao Qiao's place today?"

"Ji Jian is a good tennis player and almost became the director's son-in-law. Perhaps he has other political assets."

"I met Ji Jian once before because of Lawyer Qin. I thought he was a bit aloof and arrogant. But after seeing him today, haha."

"Hmm?" Sheng Yang asked absentmindedly.

Song Nan replied, "Those who bully the weak will flatter their superiors."

Sheng Yang lowered his eyes indifferently and smiled coldly.

Song Nan asked: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood today?"

"It's not that bad. I'm just thinking about something." Sheng Yang replied.

Song Nan asked: "So shall I take you home now?"

"No. I'm staying in a hotel today."

Song Nan: "Your wife is at home, why are you staying in a hotel?"

"I'm afraid I can't control myself, so I want to sort out my thoughts first." Sheng Yang turned his head to the window, "She's leaving."

"She's leaving? Where to?"

"Study abroad for a master's degree." Sheng Yang replied.

"What?" Song Nan's voice became louder. "How can this woman be so cruel? What about baby Song Xuan?"

Sheng Yang didn't say anything, just leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed.

Song Nan was so angry that he yelled at Sheng Yang: "You really can't go home. I'm taking you somewhere to drink and get drunk!"

"I just recovered from my gastric bleeding, and you want to take me out for a drink?"

"Take you to talk to a beautiful woman."

"I don't have this habit." Sheng Yang's voice was hoarse. "Let's go back to the hotel. I have a headache."

Song Nan said, "If you meet a woman like this, it would be strange if you don't get a headache."

Sheng Yang's profile was a little thin, facing the chaotic light,

His eyelashes fluttered occasionally like little wings tired of flying: "Song Nan... She is actually different from what I thought.

I was too narcissistic before - I thought that if I took the initiative to bend down and hug her, everything would be fine.

She will be satisfied too.

But she wanted more than just these.

She wanted to climb higher on her own.”

Song Nan didn't say anything.

Sheng Yang then added, "Sometimes pressing too hard can backfire. I didn't know much about women before."

"Ha! If you want, female college students who want to have children for you and chat with you can line up from this side of the river to the other side." Song Nan couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

"I already have children!" Sheng Yang opened his eyes and glanced at him, "If you like it so much... you can have more children."

"Hahaha, are you kidding me?" Song Nan slapped the steering wheel and warned him, "Stop telling horror stories. It's affecting my driving."