A stunning beauty arrived on the island; she invented everything from childcare to babysitting.

After settling everyone in, Song Wenyuan returned home to prepare a meal. Anning was somewhat surprised to see him when she came back.

She raised an eyebrow: "You're back so soon?"

Song Wenyuan smiled wryly: "I've arranged for them to stay at the guesthouse."

"They're actually so obedient?"

The Ma Cuihua and Song Wenying in my memory were not such obedient people. It must not have been so easy for Song Wenyuan to send them to the guesthouse.

"Or did you agree to their demands?"

No, I didn't agree.

"They definitely came to you because they needed something."

"Hmm..." Song Wenyuan responded, "They said my dad fell and they need me to give them money for medical treatment."

"Pshaw!" An Ning chuckled. "How much could it cost to see a doctor for a fall? If they come in person, they'll probably just ask for an exorbitant price, won't they?"

"Yes, they asked me to take a thousand, but I didn't agree."

Song Wenyuan is no pushover; An Ning had sensed this from their interactions over the past few days, but…

"Aren't you afraid they'll make a scene in the military and accuse you of being unfilial?"

“I didn’t refuse,” Song Wenyuan said. “It’s not like they can just say whatever they want. I said I would split my dad’s medical expenses equally with my older brother and younger sister, provided they send over all the medical bills. And I’ll also take care of your previous job…”

"Let's forget about the previous work, I've already received the money. Song Wenying's life at home is probably not easy right now... Wait, Song Wenying is here too?"

An Ning fell into thought.

It's never good when Ma Cuihua and Song Wenying get together. Every time she appeared before, the original owner of this body would suffer a loss. She's the type who won't act until she sees a clear benefit.

If there were no benefit to it, would she be willing to take such a long train ride to accompany her mother all the way to the military base to find Song Wenyuan?

Unless it's profitable.

The question is, what is this benefit?

Given Song Wenyuan's attitude, they probably won't get any benefits right now, and as for her, she'd rather not just rip them off than give them any advantages.

"When are they planning to go back?" Anning changed her question.

"They probably don't want to go back so soon, I'll take care of it as soon as possible." Song Wenyuan didn't want to talk about this anymore, and instead asked, "Where's Chang Le? She should be out of school by now, why isn't she back yet?"

“Why is she coming back? She doesn’t have anything to do here. She can just come back for dinner,” An Ning said.

"I think... I should tell her the truth."

Anning looked at him: "Did the sun rise in the west? Aren't you afraid that if the child finds out you lied to her, she won't play with you anymore?"

Song Wenyuan didn't actually want things to be so quick, but he had to confess first, and he was even more unwilling to let his child know the truth from someone else.

“I’m worried they’ll come after her, and then it will be even harder to explain.”

"Don't worry about that. Chang Le has changed a lot since she came to the army. They won't recognize her."

The little girl used to be filthy, with dry hair, a sallow complexion, and was emaciated; she looked like a human being.

Nowadays, everyone who sees Shen Changle praises her as a "pretty young lady".

Even if you stood right in front of them, they wouldn't recognize you.

“They might not recognize her, but Chang Le definitely knows her grandmother and aunt.” Song Wenyuan insisted on his point.

An Ning didn't care: "Fine, whatever."

About half an hour later, the aroma of food gradually wafted from the residential area, and the children followed the smell back home.

"Mom, Mom, the teacher praised me again in class today!"

The first thing Shen Changle did when she got home was to share the good news with Anning. She was always very happy to receive praise from her teacher, and then she would go home and tell Anning that she really liked that feeling.

Anning hugged her and asked, "What did your teacher praise you for?"

"The teacher said my homework was the neatest in the class, and my handwriting was the best." Shen Changle's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

“Our Chang Le is really amazing!” Song Wenyuan said at the right moment.

"Uncle Chen Hai!"

Shen Changle only noticed Song Wenyuan at this moment and called out to him sweetly.

"Go wash your hands quickly, then come and eat. There's something I need to tell you after you finish eating."

Shen Changle was about to wash her hands after hearing the first half of the sentence, but stopped when she heard the second half: "What is it? Can't you just tell me now?"

Song Wenyuan shook his head: "It's something very important. I'll tell you after we finish eating."

Shen Changle pouted: "Brother Pengfei is right. People who only say half of what they mean are the most annoying."

Song Wenyuan, who was being disliked, was struck dumb. He looked at An Ning, but An Ning had already turned her back to get more rice and didn't even look at him.

This was his own decision, and she couldn't control it.

Who told him to be so capable, fooling both adults and children?

After washing her hands, Shen Changle quickly finished the rice in her bowl. Even the dishes she liked on the table didn't taste good anymore. She just wanted to finish the food in her bowl as soon as possible.

"I've finished eating! Uncle Chen Hai, what's wrong? Please tell me quickly!"

"Shen Changle!" An Ning calmly spoke up from the side, "How did your mother teach you before?"

Although An Ning's tone wasn't angry, Shen Chang Le still shrank back, not daring to look at Song Wen Yuan again.

"Even though you've finished eating, we're still eating, so you can't disturb others."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Shen Changle honestly admitted her mistake.

"After you finish eating, take the bowl to rinse it and put it in the sink."

"Oh--"

Normally, if his daughter were to be disciplined like this, Song Wenyuan would definitely say a few good words in her defense. But now, he is too busy taking care of himself to consider his daughter's feelings.

The speed at which Shen Changle ate his meal contrasted sharply with the slow speed at which Song Wenyuan ate his.

Song Wenyuan knew his own personality well. If he didn't say it directly from the beginning, he was afraid he would change his mind on the spot after the meal, so he cut off his own way out.

But even the biggest bowl will eventually run out of rice, and when that time comes, he doesn't want to talk anymore.

An Ning noticed the hesitation in his eyes, grabbed the bowl from Song Wenyuan's hand that was completely empty, and put the plate of vegetables on the table, which was also devoid of garlic cloves, ginger, and chili peppers, into the sink.

“Now that you’ve finished eating, don’t dawdle. The child is waiting for you!” Anning gave him a helping hand.

Looking into the child's curious eyes, Song Wenyuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Changle, I've thought about this for a long time, and I think it's better to tell you. Actually, I'm your father."

However, when he looked at his daughter after he finished speaking, expecting her judgment, he found her looking at him with disdain.

"You're so lame, it took you so long to win over Mom." Shen Changle made a face at him.

She had clearly misunderstood Song Wenyuan's meaning.