The hot daughter-in-law of the 90-year-old miracle doctor is pinched and pampered by her rough husband Chapter 137: The Family Matters Are Difficult (Part 3)
Chapter 137: The Family Matters Are Difficult (Part 3)
The orderly just breathed a sigh of relief when a rich voice came from inside.
"All of them are here. They have to carry a load of thirty kilometers. They are not allowed to come back to eat until they finish the run."
"yes."
The people outside were wailing inwardly, but there was nothing they could do. Who told them to eavesdrop in the corner and be discovered?
Fang Huaian left the chief's office in a daze.
The sun is setting outside, and the afterglow shines on the playground, where soldiers are practicing.
He looked up at the sky, the sun was shining brightly, but it was raining in his heart.
Frustrated, unwilling...all the emotions are mixed together, with nowhere to vent.
Fang Huai'an walked around and came to the office of the director of the Political Department. Political Commissar Meng was his old leader and was kind to him.
The relationship between the two has always been good. Political Commissar Meng is about the same age as his father. He went to the military camp alone and had to be taken care of by him.
Compared to his adoptive father and biological father, Political Commissar Meng is more like his father.
They were both teachers and friends. Whenever Fang Huai'an was depressed, he would seek help from Political Commissar Meng.
The rumors outside were very ugly. Political Commissar Meng had been waiting for him to come. He didn't expect to wait for so many days.
"Xiao Fang, you are here."
Fang Huaian put down his guard and still looked sad: "Political Commissar Meng."
"Sit down, what's wrong?"
"I would like to apply for a job transfer to work in another military region. Or I can be assigned overseas."
Fang Huaian wanted to escape from here, the people and things here.
Political Commissar Meng frowned: "There was a task two days ago that really needed manpower. The organization is very optimistic about you, but the senior leader vetoed it."
"Great leader? Fang Limin?"
Fang Huaian blurted out his name.
Political Commissar Meng looked at him in surprise. He used to speak like a leader, and his words were full of respect for him.
After not seeing each other for a few days, he started calling Fang Limin by his first name.
"Are all the rumors outside true?"
Fang Huaian paused for a moment: "Yeah."
Political Commissar Meng turned from surprise to shock, and repeated in disbelief: "Is Fang Limin really your father?"
He didn't want to admit it, but it happened to be true.
It's not shameful to have a father like him, and it's not shameful to have a son like him, but they both have a tacit understanding not to acknowledge each other.
He sighed, wiped his face with his hands, and finally admitted: "Yes."
Political Commissar Meng did not expect him to be so frank and patted him on the shoulder: "To tell you the truth, it may be difficult for you to transfer your job recently. Chief Fang personally approved it and restricted your job transfer. If you want to leave, you must have his signature.
"
Fang Huaian was a little surprised. He didn't understand why Fang Limin did this.
The only road is blocked.
Usually when he came to Political Commissar Meng's place, he could recharge his batteries. When he left today, he was even more depressed.
Feeling depressed and helpless, I finally dragged my exhausted body back home.
Song Yiqing picked up Fang Jinnian from kindergarten. After a busy day at the hospital, she had to cook for the two of them when she got home.
When Fang Huaian opened the door, it happened that her food had just been put on the table.
"You're back?"
"Um."
"Wash your hands and eat first."
Song Yiqing took off her apron and saw that he looked tired and felt heartbroken.
Although I was in a bad mood when I left in the morning, I was not so depressed. Maybe I encountered another difficult matter at work.
The air pressure at the dinner table was a little low, and Fang Jinnian wisely didn't say much.
After dinner, Song Yiqing packed up and returned to her room.
Fang Huaian sat on a chair by the window and lit a cigarette in his hand. The smoke ring rose in a circle and filled the entire room.
The sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts, and he casually pinched out the cigarette in his hand: "I'm sorry."
Song Yiqing walked over and hugged him: "What's wrong with you?"
Fang Huaian held her tightly in his arms: "I went to see Fang Limin today."
"Then what?"
"He doesn't seem to want to acknowledge Qi Xun and me."
"He said that?"
He didn't say so, but his actions showed it.
Fang Huaian did not answer, but asked: "Am I a good son, a good husband, and a good father?"
Song Yiqing held his face and looked into his eyes seriously.
During the six years when there was no news about him, the original owner complained about him, hated him, and even went astray. To the original owner, he was not considered a good husband or a good father.
But during the time she was here, he stayed with her day and night, giving her a sense of security, supporting what she wanted to do, and always standing behind her.
There is no doubt that he is a good husband and father.
As for whether he is a good son or not, it should not be up to her to decide.
Song Yiqing put her forehead against his: "You will always be a good son, a good husband, and a good father in my heart. You are my support and Jinnian's role model."
With her approval, Fang Huaian seemed to be full of strength again.
He hugged Song Yiqing and said, "Thank you."
Fang Huaian suddenly felt relieved. The father's love and mother's love that he tried his best to pursue had become no longer important.
He has a family of his own, and he must fulfill his role as a husband and father. At least he must not let the tragedy of his childhood happen to Jinnian again.
At night, the autumn wind gradually picks up and the temperature drops sharply.
When Fang Jinnian got up, he yawned.
Song Yiqing changed his half-sleeves into long sleeves: "The weather is getting colder, so I will have to wear long sleeves sooner or later."
"Mom, I understand."
Fang Jinnian got dressed by himself, had breakfast, carried his schoolbag, and got ready to go to school.
Before leaving, he took the initiative and said: "Mom, I have grown up and will soon become a primary school student. I want to go to kindergarten and go home by myself."
Song Yiqing was very pleased. Although it was hard to send him to the training base, his rapid growth was visible to the naked eye.
"Mom will pick you up and drop you off when she has time. If you don't have time, just go to and from school by yourself."
"Okay. Do you still want to go to the hospital today?"
Fang Jinnian knew that she had been taking care of a patient in the hospital recently. He didn't know who the patient was and was a little curious.
Song Yiqing talked to him while packing up water glasses and other daily necessities: "Yes."
"Who's sick?"
"Hmm..." Song Yiqing thought for a moment. There was no need to hide it from Fang Jinnian. Sooner or later, he would know all these things.
"It's your grandma."
Fang Jinnian was puzzled: "Isn't my grandma in the countryside? Has she come to the provincial capital?"
"It's not that grandma. That grandma is just the mother who raised dad. The sick grandma is dad's biological mother."
Regardless of whether he could understand it or not, Song Yiqing tried her best to explain it to him.
Fang Jinnian nodded in understanding: "Have I seen this grandma before?"
"not yet……"
He took the initiative and asked: "This grandma is sick. I want to see her after school. Can I go?"
Song Yiqing happened to have the idea to hand over Fang Jinnian to Qi Hui for training, so it would be a good thing for them to meet.
So, without thinking too much, she agreed: "Okay, after school today, I will pick you up to see grandma."