Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Treatment

Director Qu didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving, standing nearby to watch the commotion.

Gu Qinghuan cheerfully explained Xu Huai’an’s general condition and her own assessment of his illness to Dr. Xiao.

Of course, she didn’t directly say that it was post-traumatic stress disorder, but instead hinted at it in a roundabout way.

Xu Huai’an added some details about his emotional state.

Xiao Zhuo, who had been acting rather nonchalant, immediately became serious and grave upon hearing this.

Director Qu also raised his eyebrows with interest and continued listening.

“You’re saying this has been going on for about two years? Can you be more specific?”

Xu Huai’an nodded.

“Yes. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to it. Later, I had an episode in the army and hurt someone, so I was discharged and sent home. It’s been over a year since then, so in total, it’s been more than two years.

Last year, I spent almost the whole year tied to the bed, often in a daze, rarely fully conscious.”

This time, Xiao Zhuo stood up in shock. “Who treated you?” Are there really such skilled psychologists in the country?

This illness isn’t rare—he’d seen it before—but cases of full recovery were extremely rare.

Based on what Xu Huai’an described, he’d been ill for two years, but now he seemed suddenly cured and could even describe his condition like a normal person. Xiao Zhuo naturally assumed he must have received treatment.

Xu Huai’an shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen any doctors. To be honest, it was a blessing from above. I was very lucky—just when I was at my lowest and about to give up, my wife suddenly appeared in my life.

She took meticulous care of me and did everything she could to make me feel normal. It was her warmth and encouragement that got me through, and my condition gradually stabilized.”

Xu Huai’an spoke with genuine emotion. These were words he usually felt too embarrassed to say to Gu Qinghuan, but now they poured out.

The two men present were both moved, their eyes glistening with tears.

After all, nothing in this world is more touching than true affection.

Qu Hanwen couldn’t help but look at Gu Qinghuan in a new light. Old Master Zhong’s granddaughter was as noble and upright as he was.

Most people would have run away from such a situation, let alone face it head-on.

Among the group, only Gu Qinghuan felt awkward enough to want to dig her toes into the floor. What was this coward saying? She almost believed him herself.

Before coming, the two of them had already agreed not to reveal anything about the medicine or the spiritual spring water, so they could only attribute Xu Huai’an’s recovery to psychological support.

In fact, for this illness, psychological therapy is the main treatment, and family support, encouragement, and care are especially important.

Xiao Zhuo fell into deep thought.

Could the support and encouragement of loved ones really have such a good effect?

From the cases he knew, the outcomes were usually very bad.

One patient had severe hallucinations and committed suicide.

Another had tendencies toward self-harm and self-abuse.

Two others had been restrained by their families for years, their minds never clear.

Xu Huai’an was the most “normal” patient he’d ever seen—so normal that he could say such sappy things. It seemed his recovery was indeed remarkable.

“So why did you come today?” If you’ve recovered, what’s the point of coming?

Xu Huai’an explained that his symptoms had recently relapsed, and he suspected he’d forgotten something important.

Xiao Zhuo’s interest was piqued.

“He stays. The rest of you, out!” With that, he began ushering everyone out, including Qu Hanwen.

Gu Qinghuan waited anxiously outside.

She wondered how good psychological treatment was these days.

Would Xu Huai’an be able to remember?

“What did you see?”

Corpses. Corpses everywhere, covering the mountains. Blood stained the entire hillside red. Xu Huai’an desperately dug through the carnage, but not a single person was alive. They were all his comrades, friends, countrymen.

He called out each of their names with all his might, but no one answered.

As he slept, a hot tear slid from the corner of Xu Huai’an’s eye.

Xiao Zhuo tried again: “What did you see?”

But even in his dreams, Xu Huai’an clenched his jaw and refused to say another word, biting his lips so hard they bled.

Xiao Zhuo realized he wouldn’t get any answers—Xu Huai’an’s willpower was even stronger than he’d imagined.

“Wake up.”

Xu Huai’an jolted awake and sat up.

Had the doctor just hypnotized him?

But why couldn’t he remember anything?

Xiao Zhuo shook his head. “Your mental defenses are too strong. I can’t break through them for now. But it’s clear that your recurring symptoms and inability to fully recover are probably related to your lost memories.

If you want to be completely cured, you’ll have to force yourself to remember the things you’re afraid to face.”

Xu Huai’an understood—this was exactly why he was seeking outside help.

“If you really want treatment, I can keep trying to help you. But you need to be prepared—it could be a long process,” Xiao Zhuo warned.

Of course Xu Huai’an wanted to get better. He dreamed of being normal again.

“I want to do it.”

“Alright then. Go home for today, and come see me at this time every morning from now on.” Xiao Zhuo was also someone who didn’t like to admit defeat, especially with such a challenging case.

Xu Huai’an thanked him and left.

“How did it go?” Gu Qinghuan stood up eagerly.

“I still didn’t remember anything…” Xu Huai’an sounded a bit disappointed.

“But Dr. Xiao said I should come see him every day, and maybe long-term treatment will help.”

Gu Qinghuan nodded. “Alright, let’s give it a try. It can’t get any worse, right?

Come on, today’s a good day—let’s celebrate and make something delicious tonight.”

The two of them tacitly changed the subject, each wanting to put the other at ease.

Before leaving, they made sure to thank Qu Hanwen. Even though they could have found Xiao Zhuo without him, his help had made things go much more smoothly, and everyone was satisfied with the outcome.

Qu Hanwen was a bit disappointed by the initial results of the treatment. He hated to see a good soldier end up like this, so he encouraged Xu Huai’an to keep at it.

The two left the hospital, chatting and laughing as they bought some vegetables nearby. They also smuggled some goodies from their space, carrying big bags home.

They’d never had a chance to openly eat seafood before, so today they had to have it.

They also brought back some famous Beijing pastries for the kids: glutinous rice rolls, jujube flower cakes, green tea pastries, ox-tongue cakes, hawthorn flatbreads, and mung bean cakes.

These pastries keep well, so they bought extra for the kids to enjoy over time.

When they got home, the two children were overjoyed, showering them with sweet words.

Even Dabao had picked up some of Beibei’s sweetness lately.

—

Overseas Chinese Hotel.

“Lanting.”

Hearing the voice, Gu Lanting pretended not to notice and quickly lowered his head, walking faster.

“Don’t try to hide—I know it’s you!” Ming Ruxue hurried to block his way.

Gu Lanting had no choice but to stop. “Alright, you caught me.”

“It’s been so long. Can we find a place to catch up?” Ming Ruxue asked.

He glanced at the big clock on the wall—there was still an hour before he got off work.

“In an hour, wait for me at the hotel entrance. I still have work to finish.”

Suppressing her curiosity, Ming Ruxue nodded. “Alright, but don’t stand me up.”

“I won’t.” He waved with a smile. Anyway, he wasn’t going to work here after today.

Thinking about being able to go back to school, Gu Lanting was in a great mood, practically walking on air.

Ming Ruxue couldn’t help but stare—he really had grown up to be quite handsome.

He worked until the end of his shift, explained everything to Uncle Yu, and thanked him sincerely.

Then he carried his few belongings and walked out.

Seeing him come out, Ming Ruxue hurried over. “I thought you were going to stand me up again.”

“Let’s go—shall we talk as we walk?”

The two, who hadn’t seen each other in years, walked side by side, catching up on everything that had happened.

Maybe it was because his sister was back and gave him confidence, but as he talked about his experiences, he was calm, no longer feeling inferior or timid.

Hearing what Gu Lanting had been through, Ming Ruxue couldn’t help but feel anxious for him.

“How could Uncle Gu treat you like that!” she said indignantly.

“It’s alright. Not all parents love their children. I’ve come to accept it.” Gu Lanting smiled.

“But what about you? Why did you suddenly come back?” He remembered her family had moved to America six or seven years ago.

“Now that China is becoming more stable, there’s a huge need for scientific talent. My parents wanted to come back and serve the country. As soon as they returned, they were assigned to a confidential unit, so now I’m living alone at the Overseas Chinese Hotel,” Ming Ruxue explained.

“Uncle Ming and Aunt Ming are real patriots, but it must be hard for you to be alone. You haven’t been back in so long—must be hard to adjust?”

“It’s fine. I was often alone abroad, just like now.

They were always busy with work and had no time for me. Even when I was sick, I took care of myself. I’m used to it.

Actually, it’s nice to be back. I haven’t had authentic Chinese food in ages, so I’ve been trying all the famous restaurants in Beijing these past few days, haha.”

Every family has its own struggles. Hearing this, Gu Lanting couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

Thinking about it, his own experience was much the same—having a father who was as good as absent, or even worse. At least he had his sister.

Without realizing it, the two of them had walked to the place Gu Qinghuan was renting.

*Knock knock*

“Is this your house?” Ming Ruxue asked, puzzled.

“You’ll see in a moment.” Gu Lanting grinned mysteriously.

Gu Qinghuan was busy cooking in the kitchen, while Xu Huai’an was washing the family’s clothes—after days on the train, their clothes were almost sour and needed a good wash.

Dabao and Beibei eagerly volunteered to open the door.

“Uncle!” Beibei shouted happily when she saw Gu Lanting."

"Chapter 95: Wang Xiaowei’s Ordeal

Children are always sensitive—they can sense the kindness or malice in others.

Although Gu Lanting wasn’t entirely satisfied with Xu Huaian, he was always gentle and caring toward the children, so the two kids were quite fond of their gentle, jade-like uncle.

Ming Ruxue was startled.

“Are they… Huahuan-jie’s children?” How could Huahuan-jie have two kids this big?

Gu Lanting didn’t explain. He squatted down, picked up Beibei, and walked inside. Ming Ruxue quickly followed.

“Jie, I’m here! Jiefu.” Only after entering did she see her “bargain brother-in-law” doing laundry in the courtyard.

Not bad—he actually helps with housework.

Gu Lanting’s resentment eased a little.

“Lanting’s here, and you brought a guest? Huahuan, we have company!” Xu Huaian called toward the kitchen.

Gu Qinghuan poked her head out, holding a small green lobster in her hand.

“Lanting, is this your friend? Invite her in! There are snacks on the table, help yourselves. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Ming Ruxue stepped forward with a smile. “Huahuan-jie, don’t you recognize me? I’m Ruxue, Ming Ruxue.”

Gu Qinghuan’s mind raced, and she finally remembered—wasn’t this Lanting’s childhood friend?

Looking at the two of them, she grinned with an “auntie smile.” “Ruxue, didn’t your whole family go abroad? When did you come back? Wow, you’ve grown so beautiful—I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Huahuan-jie, you’re the pretty one! It’s a long story—let’s chat while I help you in the kitchen.” Ming Ruxue rolled up her sleeves and headed in, not the least bit shy.

Gu Lanting quickly put down the child to follow. “Let me do it. You’re a guest, you shouldn’t be working.”

Gu Qinghuan couldn’t help but laugh. So Lanting could be this considerate? Not bad.

Childhood friends really are something else—no wonder stories always say they’re hard to get over. If Ming Ruxue were in a novel, she’d be the classic “white moonlight”—beautiful and kind.

Look at Lanting, all awkward—he must have a crush, right?

Ming Ruxue was quick and straightforward, both in words and actions. She ended up shooing Gu Lanting out of the kitchen.

“I haven’t seen Huahuan-jie in so long! Don’t get in the way—go play outside.”

So Gu Lanting had no choice but to take the two kids out to play.

He actually liked children a lot. He made Dabao and Beibei laugh out loud, even letting Beibei ride on his shoulders.

Dabao watched enviously, so Gu Lanting lifted him high up too.

The three of them played happily together.

Xu Huaian wasn’t a strict or distant father, but he wasn’t the type to play so energetically with the kids either—it just wasn’t in his nature.

So the two children liked their uncle even more.

Inside, the two women chatted happily as they cooked.

Xu Huaian, meanwhile, was left to finish the laundry by himself.

Luckily, Gu Qinghuan had prepared plenty of food, just enough to entertain their guest properly.

The table was filled with tempting dishes:

Garlic lobster, pickled fish, stir-fried prawns, steamed hairy crab, sweet and sour ribs, candied potatoes, tomato and egg soup.

It was a rare family gathering, and everyone was in good spirits, chatting as they ate.

Ming Ruxue was considered one of their own, so Gu Qinghuan didn’t hide anything from her. She shared her plan to deal with Gu Yunchuan, that scumbag.

Why should her family suffer while he lived so well—successful career, beautiful wife, a son in his old age, everything going his way?

Gu Lanting had long since hated his father. Half the suffering in his life was thanks to that man, so he had no objections.

Ming Ruxue was a fun girl—she joined in enthusiastically, suggesting ideas like throwing rotten eggs, dumping manure, or putting up big-character posters. Who knows where she learned all that!

Of course, those methods wouldn’t do. What Gu Qinghuan wanted wasn’t just to vent, but to utterly destroy Gu Yunchuan, to strip him of his sense of superiority and his happy life.

Xu Huaian naturally supported her completely.

But the pressing matter was Gu Lanting—he had to return to school tomorrow after several months away.

Ming Ruxue immediately said she was going too, so they could go together.

After dinner, Gu Lanting walked Ming Ruxue back to her hotel before returning to his own dormitory.

—

As soon as he reached the building, he heard a baby crying and adults arguing in the stairwell.

A family on the second floor was having a loud fight.

Many people in the building were secretly eavesdropping.

As Gu Lanting walked by, the door to that apartment suddenly flew open. A young woman holding a baby was shoved out. The hallway was narrow—she bumped right into him. Luckily, he caught her, or she would have fallen.

“Just leave! Our Fulai doesn’t even know you. Don’t try to scam my grandson!” an old woman spat viciously.

The young woman’s face was streaked with tears, and the baby was wailing.

“Grandma, I really am the wife he married in the countryside. He said he’d come back for us soon after returning to the city. Didn’t he tell you?”

The old woman spat. “You see our Fulai got a good job and now you want to scam us. Who do you think you are? A country girl with a bastard child—how dare you call yourself Fulai’s wife? Get out, or I’ll chase you off with a broom!”

“Grandma, please, just let me in. When Fulai comes back, you can ask him and you’ll see I’m telling the truth. The baby is starving—he really is your great-grandson.

I spent all my money getting here. If you won’t take us in, at least let the baby stay. It’s cold at night—what if he gets sick?”

Her pleading didn’t earn any sympathy. The old woman grabbed a broom and swung it at her.

“I have no great-grandson! Get out!”

Gu Lanting hadn’t planned to get involved, but seeing this, he had no choice but to pull the woman aside, dodging the broom.

The old woman slammed the door shut.

The woman was Wang Xiaowei. After saying goodbye to Gu Qinghuan and the others that morning, she’d gone to the machinery factory to look for her husband, only to be told by the guard that outsiders weren’t allowed in, and she’d have to go to his home.

Luckily, she had an envelope with the address Chen Fulai had used to write home.

She had no money left, so she carried her baby, asking for directions as she walked.

After much effort, she finally found the place, but it turned out the Chen family had moved.

She was at a dead end, but a neighbor knew where they’d gone and gave her directions—otherwise, she’d have been lost.

After a whole day of searching, she finally found the Chen family.

But Chen Fulai wasn’t home—only his grandmother was there. No matter what she said, the old woman refused to believe her. Wang Xiaowei was devastated.

Now, late at night, she had no money for a guesthouse.

If it were just her, she could tough it out for a night, but she had a baby…

She had no choice but to huddle with her child under the stairs, hoping that if she waited long enough, Chen Fulai would come home.

It was cold. She put on every piece of clothing she had to stay warm.

Other than a little food in the morning, she’d only eaten a cold steamed bun since noon. Her stomach was empty, so she had no milk.

The baby sucked desperately, but there was nothing, so he cried from hunger.

She cried too.

She’d never faced anything this hard in her life.

Back in the village, she’d been her parents’ pampered daughter.

She thought finding her husband would make things better, but now she was starting to worry.

No matter how hard it was, she had to endure. She found a faucet in the hallway and gulped down water to fill her stomach.

The baby finally fell asleep, sucking on nothing.

She leaned against the wall, eyes fixed on the door, but soon her vision blurred and sleepiness crept in.

Gu Lanting returned home, still feeling uneasy. Looking out the window, he saw the woman curled up in the corner with her baby, seemingly asleep.

She wouldn’t find the person she was looking for tonight.

He saw the young man from that family almost every morning—he worked the night shift and only came home around eight.

In this weather, sleeping outside all night would land her in the hospital.

An adult might manage, but what about the baby? He couldn’t be more than a few months old.

Gu Lanting liked children. Seeing the mother and child like that made him feel uneasy.

He waited a while, but nobody came to help them. With a sigh, he put on his padded jacket and went out.

Wang Xiaowei, half-asleep, suddenly felt a shadow looming over her. She thought someone was trying to steal her baby and woke up in fright, clutching her son.

She saw it was the young man who’d helped her in the hallway earlier and relaxed a little.

“The person you’re looking for probably works the night shift. He usually gets home around eight in the morning.”

Wang Xiaowei’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, comrade. I’ll just wait here for him.”

Gu Lanting hesitated, then said, “You’ll freeze out here. If you don’t mind, you can stay in my place for the night.”

Afraid she’d misunderstand, he quickly added, “I won’t be staying here tonight—I’m going to my sister’s. You’ll have the place to yourself.”

Wang Xiaowei had been worried about her reputation and whether Chen Fulai would be angry, but now that she and her baby truly needed shelter, she had no more doubts.

With his reassurance, she stood up and thanked him with a bright smile. “I really don’t know how to thank you, comrade. You’re such a good person.”

Gu Lanting felt awkward at the praise and turned away, leading her to his small room.

It was tiny, but had everything she’d need.

Wang Xiaowei’s stomach growled with hunger. Embarrassed, she followed him inside.

“There are some pastries here—help yourself,” Gu Lanting said, pointing to the snacks his sister had given him.

“Comrade, I really don’t know how to thank you. You look so familiar and kind.”

Gu Lanting took it as a polite remark and didn’t think much of it.

After settling the mother and child, he left again to stay at his sister’s place for the night."

"Chapter 96: Watching the Drama

On Gu Qinghuan’s side, everyone was tangled up over the sleeping arrangements.

As usual, the two kids would sleep with Xu Huaian, and she’d have her own room—perfectly reasonable.

But out of nowhere, Beibei suddenly clung to her leg and wouldn’t let go. “Mommy, I want to sleep with you tonight, okay?”

She’d already gotten used to sharing a bed with Gu Qinghuan on the train and missed the comfort of her mother’s warm embrace.

Of course, Gu Qinghuan had no objections. She simply scooped Beibei up and got ready to head to her room.

Who could’ve guessed that Dabao would poke his little head out from behind and whisper, “Mom, I want to sleep with you too.”

Xu Huaian shot the two kids a look of exasperation.

He wanted to sleep with his wife too, okay?

But these two little ones beat him to it.

It was at this moment that Gu Lanting knocked and came in. After hearing what was going on, Gu Qinghuan couldn’t help but rub her forehead. What was it with her and her brother both having this “eager to help others” complex?

On the train, she’d helped a woman traveling with a child. Now, her “cheap” little brother had gone and done the same for a woman with a child, even giving up his own place for her.

At this point, she still didn’t know that the person they both helped was actually the same woman.

Well, that settled it. No need to agonize anymore—Gu Qinghuan would sleep with the two kids, and Gu Lanting and her “cheap” brother-in-law Xu Huaian would share a room.

The two kids were over the moon, happily fetching water to wash up. The three of them soaked their feet in the same basin, the room ringing with their bell-like laughter.

Meanwhile, in Xu Huaian’s room, the two grown men awkwardly tidied up and got ready for bed. Even though they already knew each other, it was still a bit embarrassing to share a room.

But once they actually lay down, both fell asleep quickly—they’d had a long, exhausting day.

Early the next morning—

Gu Qinghuan got up early and prepared a big breakfast, making egg custard and two cups of milk for the kids.

There were also sugar-fried cakes, red bean rolls, pork and scallion buns, and fennel buns.

All bought from nearby restaurants. Oh, and there was also douzhi’er (fermented mung bean milk).

Since it was rare for them to be out like this, she wanted the kids to try as many different local foods as possible. After all, she wasn’t short on money now.

Well, actually, she was still short on money—just not small change. What she lacked was big money.

For Gu Lanting, a true native of Beijing, all these were familiar breakfast foods, though it had been a long time since he’d had them.

Seeing his sister’s generosity, he guessed that her husband’s family must be pretty well-off. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so extravagant, buying so many treats. So, he ate without worry.

The two kids were curious about the adults’ douzhi’er. Xu Huaian handed them the bowl to try a sip, and the next second, both kids spat it out everywhere.

What on earth was that taste? Had it gone bad?

“Mom, you bought something spoiled,” Beibei said, face scrunched up.

Gu Lanting burst out laughing. “No, it’s not spoiled. That’s just how it tastes. You two just aren’t used to it.”

“How can anyone like that taste? So weird,” Dabao muttered, shaking his head, then took a sip of milk—milk was definitely better.

Xu Huaian, not convinced, took a sip himself.

The taste was… hard to describe. But at least he managed to swallow it—couldn’t let it go to waste.

Gu Qinghuan had tried douzhi’er in her previous life and actually liked the taste. It was one of those things, like snail noodles or durian—people either loved it or couldn’t stand even the smell.

After breakfast, Gu Qinghuan and Xu Huaian had to go their separate ways.

Xu Huaian was off to the hospital for treatment, while Gu Qinghuan took Gu Lanting to school to handle the paperwork for resuming his studies.

She couldn’t just keep the kids cooped up at home every day, so she decided to bring them along for some fresh air.

The two little ones visibly perked up with excitement.

Xu Huaian left for the hospital, looking back every few steps.

Gu Qinghuan tidied up, then took the two kids to Gu Lanting’s temporary place to pick up his books and get organized before heading to the school.

Gu Lanting carried Beibei in one arm and held Dabao’s hand with the other, happily leading the way.

His dormitory wasn’t far—just a ten or twenty-minute walk.

Chatting and laughing, the three of them arrived in no time.

They hadn’t expected to stumble upon quite a spectacle.

Almost everyone in the building was out in the hallway watching, except those who had to go to work.

Last night, Wang Xiaowei had heard from Gu Lanting that Chen Fulai usually got off work and came home around eight in the morning. She barely slept, just dozed a bit, afraid she’d miss him.

There was no way that old woman from the Chen family would open the door for her.

She managed to hold out until dawn, then hurried downstairs with her baby, waiting at the entrance for Chen Fulai.

Heaven rewards the persistent. After days and nights of suffering, she finally saw that familiar figure again—the father of her child, Chen Fulai.

Tears immediately streamed down her face; all the pain and hardship along the way suddenly felt worth it.

But Chen Fulai was anything but happy to see her. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, even rubbing his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from lack of sleep.

Wang Xiaowei stood there, clutching her baby, like a vengeful spirit demanding payback.

“Fulai! You’re finally back!” Wang Xiaowei cried, rushing toward him.

Chen Fulai’s first instinct was to dodge.

He’d run so far, yet Wang Xiaowei still found him. He’d finally escaped the countryside, returned to the city, landed a stable job with an “iron rice bowl,” and was even about to be set up with a suitable match.

But Wang Xiaowei’s appearance threatened to ruin everything. She was his stain, his shame.

The only reason he’d married her was because life in the countryside had been unbearable, and he thought he’d be stuck there forever.

His sister had been taken away by his mother, so the spot to go to the countryside fell to him. He couldn’t avoid it, so he had to grit his teeth and go. Life in the village was hard—money couldn’t buy much, and every day was coarse grain cakes and wild vegetable lumps.

Wang Xiaowei was the village chief’s daughter. Marrying her would bring a lot of convenience, so he’d played a few tricks to win her over. Country girls were simple—just a little coaxing and she was head over heels.

But he never expected he’d get the chance to take over his father’s job and return to city life.

His father had worked at a machinery factory, but after an accident left him disabled, he could no longer do heavy labor. The factory paid compensation and allowed a child to take over his job.

If he’d known this would happen, he never would’ve rushed into marriage in the countryside. He wasn’t even eighteen yet—he had his whole life ahead of him. He didn’t want to spend it with a country girl.

But regret was useless now. He had to find a way to deal with this.

Chen Fulai gritted his teeth. “What are you doing here?”

Wang Xiaowei’s heart sank at his attitude, but she still clung to a last shred of hope, hoping he’d show some mercy for the child’s sake.

“Fulai, didn’t you say you’d come get us once you were settled? You know, we have a son now. Look, this is our son—he’s already three months old, and you haven’t even given him a name!”

When Chen Fulai left, Wang Xiaowei had been heavily pregnant, almost due. The Wang family hadn’t wanted him to return to the city at such a critical time, but he insisted on leaving, not even waiting for the child to be born. So he didn’t even know he had a son."

"Chapter 97: Quarreling, Chen Zhaodi