Chapter 1305: In the mortal world, a son is born; his name is Qingfeng

Chen Chusheng gave Shang Yingnian a meaningful glance; you work it out yourself—don't say another word.

Chen Yuan is no different; although he enjoys watching plays, this sort of play must not be watched—it easily leads to problems.

Both gave Shang Yingnian a look at the same time; Shang Yingnian frowned slightly, then looked at Chen Chuyang—this son-in-law smiled at him, a trace of slyness in his smile, obviously something was going on.

He knows this son-in-law well—he specializes in screwing over his own kin; even his own father-in-law, he wouldn't hesitate to trip him up. In an instant Shang Yingnian guessed what was up, glanced back, and saw his daughter Shang Hongchen standing behind him; that smile gave him a chill, and he drew a sharp breath.

"Hongchen, when did you arrive?" Shang Yingnian asked, squeezing out a smile.

Shang Hongchen walked over, stood before him, and smiled: "Father, I've been here a while; I heard everything you said."

"Eh?" Shang Yingnian shrank his neck, meaning his daughter had heard everything; he hurriedly explained: "Daughter, hear me out—what I just said were just angry words, not to be taken seriously."

"Really?" Shang Hongchen walked straight to Chen Chuyang's side, smiling narrowly at her father Shang Yingnian.

Shang Yingnian's scalp went numb; he felt awful. He knew this daughter wouldn't let him off—her smile and gaze made it clear she wanted to give him a taste of her own medicine; he had to strike first.

"Son-in-law Chen Chuyang, I'll go check on Hongxue and the child; you two talk first."

Then Shang Yingnian turned and left without looking back, not daring to linger—he darted off at speed. Chen Chuyang inwardly admired his father-in-law's reaction; truly, as his father-in-law, that move, that reaction, that speed—was simply… extraordinary.

"Old ginger is still spicy," he has much to learn; in this regard Chen Chuyang couldn't match such swift directness. Shang Hongchen watched her father leave, her smile rich, she turned her head to look at Chen Chuyang.

"Husband, you seemed to be laughing happily just now."

As soon as those words were spoken, Chen Chusheng and Chen Yuan felt like sitting on pins and needles; they immediately rose, found an excuse to leave—didn't want to become Shang Hongchen's target—leaving only Chen Chuyang standing where he was.

Chen Chuyang utterly despised their passive behavior.

"Madam, if you keep this up, you'll scare them away." Chen Chuyang took Shang Hongchen's hand and smiled.

Shang Hongchen's smile grew richer; she sat down slowly and said, "They're just too scared of death, that's why they're afraid."

"How will Elder Brother's gall handle settling his sister‑in‑law?"

Chen Chuyang laughed loudly: "My elder brother's gall is huge—there's nothing he dares not do; just two sisters‑in‑law, he can still handle them."

As for his elder brother Chen Chusheng's gall, Chen Chuyang sometimes admires him—his elder brother fears nothing, doesn't know what fear is, yet sometimes his elder brother is lecherous and also timid.

When he's bold, his elder brother's boldness knows no bounds.

"Husband, do you think what my father just said is right?" Shang Hongchen asked offhandedly.

Her eyes, however, were locked on Chen Chuyang; if he uttered a single "yes" or nodded, Shang Hongchen would surely strike, giving him a taste of her love—these days her mood hasn't been great, possibly due to pregnancy, making her feel worse.

It could also be that she's about to give birth, making her more anxious and irritable.

"Madam, look at you—how could such a joke be taken seriously? Your father-in-law means well too." Chen Chuyang immediately passed the buck to Shang Yingnian: "Father‑in‑law, sorry, this pot's yours—no one can take it from you."

"Your father‑in‑law keeps saying your temper and personality are bad, urging you to change, not stay as before; as your husband I've condemned the father‑in‑law, but our lady is the gentlest, cutest, virtuous and wise—where's any bad temper?"

"They still look at you with the old gaze—that's wrong."

"Madam, as your husband I stand firmly by your side, absolutely not allowing anyone to slander you."

"Really?" Shang Hongchen isn't stupid; her husband gave her an out, so she'll naturally take it—she won't keep holding on.

"Of course, in my heart you're the gentlest." Chen Chuyang said this without blushing or his heart racing.

In the distance, Shang Yue and his father‑in‑law Jiang Luolan, hearing this, froze for a moment; the mother and son exchanged a glance, simultaneously shocked.

Long Ming also heard it; there was nothing he could do—their conversation wasn't loud or soft, gossip, everyone wants to hear, so they all paid attention here.

Hearing this, Chen Yuan felt deep admiration: "My son can subdue so many women—there's definitely a reason."

Chen Chusheng admired him to the point of prostration: "My younger brother is my role model."

Shang Yingnian took a deep breath: "This kid is indeed formidable—no wonder Hongchen and Hongxue have both fallen into his hands."

Everyone else had long grown accustomed to it, so they weren't shocked.

Shang Hongxue held her daughter in the room, smiling faintly: "This husband really doesn't pay attention to the occasion—lots of people are watching."

She gazed at the daughter in her arms and smiled.

After the daughter's name was decided, the others also kept her company for a few days, then it was time to leave.

Three days later.

Those who had gone up the mountain came down one after another, those who had work to do got to it, and Longshe Shan fell silent at once.

With an extra daughter, Chen Chuyang's life became lively; Qinglian constantly clung to the little girl, coming every day to see her sister—how precious.

Hongxue's side was stable, so others began to worry about Shang Hongchen—after all, her belly kept growing, soon it would be time to give birth; this period required close attention, watching her every day and reminding her.

Looking after two women wore Chen Chuyang out; both sides had their emotions, but he could handle them. Grandmother Long Zetian also kept an eye on the two, observing their moods at any time; Aunt Yu'er worked the hardest, doing everything, handling big and small matters, while many things Chen Chuyang wasn't suited for fell to Aunt Yu'er.

During that time, Third Uncle went up the mountain once, bringing a lot of things—all suitable for pregnant women to eat.

There was plenty of it—enough for the two of them to eat for a long time.

Time gradually came to one month later; Hongxue's side had finished her confinement, she could move freely, the daughter had grown a round and become lively.

One day, Shang Hongchen's stomach hurt; Longshe Shan went on high alert, preparations made for everything, waiting for her to give birth.

However, it was a prank—no delivery occurred.

The next day, it happened again, the same.

On the third day, the third time it was real—this delivery went smoothly.

Shang Hongchen went in for only a few hours and smoothly gave birth to a son, an exceptionally excellent son.