When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

An Xiaoyue was slightly taken aback, not expecting the other party to ask such a sharp question.

The person in front of me looks three-tenths like Dean Leng, and his elegant demeanor is exactly the same as that of Academician Leng.

She guessed that the other person was Leng Fangyi's uncle, Dean Leng's younger brother.

"Because my country's medical system does not favor traditional Chinese medicine, I hope to find a job with a decent income in the future."

She didn't say that the situation of traditional Chinese medicine was precarious, but every word she said revealed the barriers for practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, the difficulties faced by medical professionals, and their compromises.

You have to support yourself first before you can take care of others.

Leng Shize remained silent for a moment, then realized that he had not yet introduced himself, and took the initiative to extend his hand and said, "Leng Shize".

An Xiaoyue grasped it, "I guessed who you are, but I don't know your name."

She smiled gently and said, "Hello, nice to meet you."

The warmth of Uncle Leng's palm still lingered in her withdrawn palm, a feeling completely different from that of Fu Shengyang's palm.

It is down-to-earth and reliable, much like the feeling of fatherly love described in textbooks.

An Xiaoyue lowered her eyes and curled her lips, concealing the longing in her beautiful eyes.

Leng Shi was also surprised. He asked the young girl a tricky question as soon as they met: what was the difference between him and some foreign reporters with ill intentions? Fortunately, he didn't scare the young girl.

"It's our first meeting. I haven't been back to China for a long time, and I wanted to chat with you young people, so I asked a few more questions."

"Yes, Academician Leng also likes to talk to me about these topics. I can tell that he is racing against time."

Leng Shi was moved but also felt guilty. In the end, he was torn between loyalty to his country and filial piety. Fortunately, his father was in good health and was willing to interact with young people.

"Thank you for keeping him company."

An Xiaoyue looked up, her eyes clear and bright, like a spring without any impurities.

She said, "I enjoy being with Academician Leng."

"You're quite good at hiding. Instead of being filial to your father, you send a little kid with no relatives here. Aren't you ashamed?" Academician Leng's cold questioning voice came.

"dad."

"Academician Leng."

Leng Shi and An Xiaoyue stood up at the same time, as if on cue.

Academician Leng's resentful gaze fell on his youngest son, whom he hadn't seen for three years. "Xiaoyue, sit down."

Leng Shize remained standing. As an elder, he hadn't sat down, so how could she, a junior, have the nerve to sit down?

An Xiaoyue felt awkward, unsure whether to sit or stand.

She felt that the atmosphere was not suitable for her to stay there.

Fortunately, the people who went out to move things gradually returned. "Academician Leng, Uncle Leng, you two chat, I'll go help pick vegetables and plate them."

Many hands make light work; with everyone pitching in, the two mutton soup pots were ready in no time.

The aroma of mutton wafted through the air with the bubbling sound of the pot.

Snow was falling in the courtyard, while people inside sat around the stove, drinking white mutton soup and eating hot mutton.

"I was eating right away, luckily I made it in time." A familiar voice came from inside the mutton soup, and An Xiaoyue pulled herself out of the soup.

"Uncle Fu, what brings you here?"

"Young Madam, the young master called home and asked me to send some simmered red wine over to everyone."

Uncle Fu explained with a smile, and with a wave of his hand, the servants behind him brought in an insulated box.

An Xiaoyue was in a dilemma; how could Fu Shengyang deliver wine during working hours?

Lamb with wine is quite a treat.

only......

Everyone looked at Academician Leng Shide. It's not good to drink during working hours.

Leng Shide smiled kindly and said, "Go find a cup. You've eaten the mutton and drunk the wine. Now that you're warm, go back and rest. There are no patients today."

Fang Mei went to get bowls and chopsticks and invited Uncle Fu and the servants to eat together.

Uncle Fu shook his head repeatedly, saying that he still had chores to do at home, and then turned and left.

A group of people happily went to pour red wine, which had been boiled and some of the alcohol had already evaporated.

Fang Mei, Leng Yushan, and Leng Shize, having almost finished their meal, sat on the porch with their red wine and enjoyed the snow.

"An Xiaoyue is Sheng Yang's wife?"

Leng Shi asked casually, as if chatting about everyday matters, but the other two sensed a hint of sadness in his voice.

Fang Mei and her husband exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles fading.

Sheng Yang is such a pitiful child.

The mother suffered from depression during pregnancy, died of a difficult childbirth, and the father was devastated and became a monk.

Sheng Yang was my younger sister's favorite child, and also the only child of my younger brother's best friend.

Now things have changed, and only this child proves that his parents once existed.

Years have passed in a blur, and this child is already married and will soon become a father.

The younger brother must have been thinking of his younger sister, who had vanished without a trace.

Leng Yushan was not good with words, so he kept giving his eyes signals, trying to get his wife to speak.

Fang Mei chuckled twice to ease the tension, "Xiaoyue is Sheng Yang's wife. Sheng Yang's marriage was sudden, and we were quite surprised when we found out."

"After getting to know Xiaoyue over this period of time, I think it's not surprising at all that Sheng Yang will marry Xiaoyue."

The two men raised their glasses, took a sip, and listened silently to Fang Mei speak.

"Even though Xiaoyue was born into a single-parent family, she and her mother depended on each other and never abandoned each other. Fu Yixiu is still alive, but she made her son Sheng Yang live like an orphan."

"We've all witnessed how Sheng Yang grew up. He has the kind of love that Xiao Yue craves but can't get; how could he not be attracted to her?"

Leng Yushan concluded, "If one's needs are not met, one will be trapped by what one lacks for a lifetime."

Leng Shi believed it without a doubt and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"There's another thing. Xiaoyue's mother is sick. Sheng Yang came to me, and I was even a little happy when I saw the medical records later."

"Why?" Leng Shi finally responded.

“Her name is An Jiaren, the 'Jiaren Youyue' in Chinese, meaning 'a beautiful woman with a date'.” Even now, Leng Yushan still remembers the excitement at the time. “Unfortunately, she wasn’t our Jiaren.”

beautiful woman.

Jia Ren.

He was silent.

Leng Shi's breath hitched, and he felt a sharp, intermittent pain in his heart.

He is in good health and has never had any heart problems during physical examinations, so why is he in pain?

Sheng Yang's wine was truly not something one should drink.

"Oh dear, this wine has made me so hot. I'm going to go for a walk outside and then go home."

Leng Shi then placed the wine glass in his brother's hand, got up, and left.

Fang Mei slapped Leng Yushan on the leg, "Why did you bring up Jiaren! Look how upset you are with my little brother."