Chapter 81: The Lady Misses Me

Song Huan Yan said, "Let's just drop it. It's a hassle."

Song Huan Yan is not someone who likes to stir up trouble and blow things out of proportion.

"Exactly," Tang Chenge said, "If it blows up, Qiao An will really quit this drama, and your plan will be ruined."

Song Huan Yan replied coolly, "It doesn't matter. If they provoke me, I can explode at any time. But the other side hasn't been too overbearing, nor kept pressing, so we don't need to keep entangling ourselves in this. I could leak anytime, but… without elevating them to the clouds, I don't feel fully satisfied."

Tang Chenge was momentarily stunned, then said, "Hmm, I get it. Sorry, Yan Yan. I wasn't steady enough."

Song Huan Yan said, "Don't blame yourself, and don't self‑reproach."

Tang Chenge felt especially warm inside and, without saying much else, said, "Hmm, love you."

Song Huan Yan laughed, "Love you."

The two hung up.

Sang Wan stepped forward from the lounge, "I just inquired around; within the circle I haven't heard anyone marrying Qiao An. But how could an outsider possibly call Tang's dad?"

Song Huan Yan said, "That's normal; it's only just beginning. Not wanting a big fanfare might be because it's unnecessary, or maybe they're afraid it'll flop."

Sang Wan nodded.

Song Huan Yan added, "Let this matter end here; we'll watch how it unfolds."

Sang Wan replied, "Hmm."

Evening.

After finishing dinner, Song Huan Yan received a call from Ning Shuyue.

Ning Shuyue said she had been feeling a bit dizzy lately, wanted to go to the hospital for a full check‑up, and asked Song Huan Yan if she had time to accompany her.

Song Huan Yan hurriedly replied, "Of course. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Then she anxiously asked, "Mom, is there any other place that hurts?"

Ning Shuyue laughed, "Nothing else, don't be nervous; that's how it is when you get older."

This made Song Huan Yan feel a bit uneasy, and she said, "You're not old, you're still so young. Rest well, don't overthink; I'll go home tomorrow morning and have breakfast with you."

"Alright," Ning Shuyue said cheerfully, "I'll hang up now, get some rest early."

"Hmm," Song Huan Yan said, "You too."

After hanging up, Song Huan Yan exhaled.

She felt a bit displeased.

Getting older…

She had never considered this before; indeed, age only keeps increasing, how could one feel younger as they age?

Yet, from a child's perspective, hearing parents talk about aging never feels pleasant.

While still pondering, Nan Gong Yu called on video right on time.

In this regard he truly excels, calling proactively and punctually every day.

Although many times it's just a few caring words, hurried and brief.

Yet he manages daily contact, proactively reporting his whereabouts, showing concern, responding to everything, and handling each matter.

So even though he's not in the country, she feels as if he's always by her side.

Song Huan Yan answered.

After a brief usual chat, Song Huan Yan suddenly asked, "Sir Nan, when will you… return to the country?"

After asking, Song Huan Yan was the one who froze first.

She originally seemed indifferent to when he'd come back; sooner or later he'd return.

Hearing her ask, Nan Gong Yu seemed quite pleased, a faint smile curling his lips.

He was about to speak but felt something was off.

Song Huan Yan had never asked…

Suddenly taking the initiative to ask him, was there something she needed from him?

Nan Gong Yu said, "Is there anything you need help with?"

Song Huan Yan hadn't expected this man to be so perceptive.

Perhaps too many things have happened lately; subconsciously she just wanted him to return.

That's why she suddenly asked when he'd come back.

Yet that's all subconscious stuff.

Song Huan Yan thought for a moment, pursed her lips and denied, "No. Just asking."

Nan Gong Yu stared at her, a smile at the corner of his mouth, saying earnestly, "The lady misses me."

Song Huan Yan almost wanted to cover her face.

She cleared her throat lightly, "Hmm, maybe… yes."

She couldn't say, "No, I don't miss you."

That would be too humiliating.

She wouldn't dare speak that way to Nan Gong Yu, so… let him think he is missed.

"Maybe…?" Nan Gong Yu's eye corner lifted slightly, his gaze a bit suggestive.

Song Huan Yan's face flushed a little.

Standing nearby, Meng Zhangfeng couldn't help but stamp his foot, "Sir Nan is teasing the little girl again."

Nan Gong Yu just kept looking at Song Huan Yan; she felt her face start to heat up, hurriedly corrected, "Miss."

Whether genuine or imagined, her instinct told her she must say "miss" to be appropriate.

Nan Gong Yu seemed satisfied then.

Meng Zhangfeng still thought Nan Gong Yu was about to lose his composure, and told Song Huan Yan that he'll be back in two days.

He replied, "Sorry, it might still take some time."

Meng Zhangfeng: "......"

How come I never knew that Nan Gong Yu was such an old rascal before?

"Oh." Song Huan Yan nodded, "Alright."

"Rest early." Nan Gong Yu said.

"You too."

The two hung up.

Song Huan Yan, however, found it hard to fall asleep.

Is it just a little while before he returns?

How long is "a little while"?

Three months, five months, or even longer?

Suddenly, Song Huan Yan remembered something.

She hadn't posted an official announcement in her friend circle yet.

If she kept delaying, it would become a bit awkward.

Thinking of that, Song Huan Yan hurriedly got up to look for the Marriage Certificate.

She simply made a photo identical to his.

A blank background, a bright red Marriage Certificate.

It looked, though "lonely and solitary," very calm and powerful.

Song Huan Yan thought that, on closer reflection, it was actually quite interesting.

One per person, doesn't that just make a pair, right?

As for the copy, Song Huan Yan thought about it for a long time.

She was also afraid she wouldn't phrase it well.

Finally, she thought lazily, "Why not just make the copy the same as his?"

He said, "Finally."

She also said, "Finally…"

Song Huan Yan typed the words in, then wondered if this seemed a bit perfunctory.

But in fact she had considered it seriously.

However, to avoid appearing perfunctory.

Song Huan Yan deleted the words again and kept thinking.

Unable to come up with anything, she simply consulted Tang Chenge and Sang Wan.

But the copies they suggested were each more outrageous than the last.

Sang Wan said, "Be direct, two characters: Mine!"

Tang Chenge said, "Mine is also two characters: Husband!"

Song Huan Yan said, "Alright, you two hurry up, wash up and go to sleep."

Both: "...."

Later, Song Huan Yan finally thought of it, typed it in, and was almost ready to publish.

She then felt those two characters had a… indescribable flavor.

What she typed was: "Remaining Life."

She thought again seriously; they had no feelings, so it seemed too cheesy.

She posted the official announcement in her circle only because Nan Gong Yu had posted; if she kept not posting, it would feel improper.

Finally, Song Huan Yan's eyes brightened; at last she thought of the most fitting two characters: "Hello."

After that, she set it to selective visibility and then posted.

A night of sound sleep.

The next day, Song Huan Yan got up early, packed up, and drove herself back to her parents' home.

She arrived just in time for breakfast.

Song Huan Yan hurriedly sat down to eat with her parents.

Song Huaiguo and Ning Shuyue were very concerned about her married life.

Song Huaiguo expressed slight displeasure, saying, "Yi Han is also acting oddly; how long has it been and he still hasn't returned? Even a brief visit would be fine. Back then, when we talked about a blind date, he made time to fly back. Now that they're officially husband and wife, he's been gone for so long."

Before Song Huan Yan could speak, Ning Shuyue said, "How can you speak like that? Their big corporation keeps them busy. Now they're married, you should be more understanding. You signed that contract happily, and now a little flaw makes you unhappy; that's just being hard to please."

Seeing her parents bicker, Song Huan Yan pursed her lips and smiled, feeling very happy.

Song Huaiguo said, "I'm not unwilling about him. Am I not feeling aggrieved on behalf of Yan Yan?"

Song Huan Yan said, "Dad, I'm not aggrieved. What's there to be aggrieved about? When you're busy for a month without coming home, my mother isn't aggrieved either."

Song Huaiguo said, "We're an old married couple; you two are newlyweds, you can't compare like that."

Song Huan Yan said, "He'll be back soon."

Song Huaiguo, like a child, asked, "How long is 'soon'?"

Song Huan Yan: "...."

"Dad, eat well." Song Huan Yan offered Song Huaiguo a fresh shrimp dumpling.

Song Huaiguo ate happily, but then said to Ning Shuyue, "You tell me about this guy, his wife at home is as beautiful as jade, and he really can keep his composure."

Ning Shuyue tapped him, "Even food can't block your mouth."

Song Huaiguo fell silent.

Song Huan Yan didn't say a word and quickly ate.

After finishing the meal, Song Huan Yan was to accompany Ning Shuyue to the hospital.

Song Huaiguo, however, held Ning Shuyue back and quietly asked, "That kid Yi Han doesn't have any health problems, does he?"

Ning Shuyue immediately reached out and pinched him, "You're old, why talk nonsense? Where does he have any problem? You've been idle watching him every day; hurry up and get back to the company."

Song Huaiguo rubbed his arm, "Am I not worried about my daughter? I also want to hold my grandson soon. When the time comes, I'll hand the company over to Qi Cheng, and then I'll take the little grandson—hehe, just thinking about it is wonderful."

Ning Shuyue said, "Why are you in such a hurry? We just got married. Let's go quickly."

Ning Shuyue got into Song Huan Yan's car.

Song Huan Yan finally asked, "Mom, what did Dad mutter to you?"

She was just curious and asked offhand.

Unexpectedly, Ning Shuyue replied, "He just wants to retire, wants to hold his grandson."

The first sentence made Song Huan Yan laugh, but the second one made her unable to laugh.

Her face reddened a bit; she could only say "Oh" and fell silent.

After entering the hospital, Song Huan Yan hurriedly took care of the paperwork, and Ning Shuyue began the medical examination.

Song Huan Yan waited outside, idle, strolling around as a bit of exercise.

She wandered aimlessly and unexpectedly ended up in the obstetrics and gynecology department.

There were many pregnant women, postpartum mothers, relatives, and newborns.

Song Huan Yan was stunned for a moment.

Then she became a bit curious.

She strolled over to look at the babies, and unexpectedly… she saw a familiar figure.

It was actually Qiao An!

But Qiao An didn't see her.

What was Qiao An doing in obstetrics and gynecology?

Song Huan Yan hurriedly hid to the side, and Qiao An didn't notice her.

She turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Qiao An was wearing a mask and hat, covering herself tightly.

But Song Huan Yan was her boss, had once strongly supported her, so she was especially familiar with her appearance and figure.

She would never mistake her.

Nevertheless, to be sure, Song Huan Yan immediately went to verify.

The place Qiao An emerged from was an office.

Song Huan Yan stepped forward and saw that she was still the chief specialist doctor of obstetrics and gynecology, the vice‑president of this hospital.

She was indeed quite authoritative.

So… is Qiao An pregnant?