The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 816 - 174: Don’t Take the Surname Shen Anymore_4

Chapter 816: Chapter 174: Don’t Take the Surname Shen Anymore_4

Chang Yonglin immediately revealed Xiao Yong’s embarrassment, saying that he mistook a young girl for a boy and even touched her.

"I just patted her on the shoulder!" Xiao Yong defended, his face darkened.

"Hmm, and you grabbed her hand, almost got slapped, and were called a hooligan," Pei Wendong nodded.

Suddenly, it turned into a session of mutual teasing where everyone exposed each other’s shortcoming.

Pei Qin’s eyes sparkled as she listened. The young teenagers, around thirteen or fourteen, were already experiencing love. What was she doing at that age? It seemed like aside from fighting, she was conducting chemical experiments. Now that she had time-traveled, there was no need to spend every day in the lab, yet she had still ended up in a feudal society and became the mother of some pent-up kid, with no opportunity to strut around.

Seeing her longing face, Shen Songming asked her, "When is your due date? After the birth, you should also visit Jiangnan; I’ve finished building the workshops."

"Great!" Pei Qin’s eyes shone as she turned to Mo Heng and asked, "When is my due date?"

Mo Heng looked at her with a hint of a smile in his eyes, "June, when it’s hot. After giving birth, you should rest well at home. Once it cools down, I’ll take you out."

Shen Songming noticed that she wasn’t even concerned about her due date and had to ask Mo Heng, his gaze dropping slightly.

Pei Qin then started asking about the rubber workshop.

Shen Songming had been away for months, and had managed quite a few things, "...Your soy sauce and preserved eggs, just in time for the New Year, made a profit of ten percent. This time, I’m preparing in advance, and I need to go back again. There are lots of odds and ends concerning the rubber workshop. Just one workshop producing rubber goods isn’t enough. I’m thinking of setting up several workshops together, and will need to supervise that." If it weren’t for his injury, which made Pei Wendong and the others drag him back, he would be in Vietnam now.

The conversation among them lasted until noon.

After the midday meal, Shen Songming had someone send a portion to Shen Rou, then he followed Pei Qin to the back yard for a private talk.

"Aren’t you going to keep an eye on your wife?" Ji Bingchu raised his chin, teasingly looking at the pale-faced Mo Heng.

Mo Heng gave him a glance but didn’t move. If he followed, Ji Bingchu would surely go and eavesdrop. They could discuss things that Ji Bingchu could overhear, but no one else must know their origins.

Fang Liuming waited anxiously. He chatted intermittently with Pei Wendong and others, listening to Pei Qian and Pei Wendong discuss the deaths of Pei Wensheng and Lady Chen, and the situation of Old Pei’s House.

One cup of tea, then two, Ji Bingchu saw Mo Heng’s expression growing uglier and tempted him, "That’s quite some time now, long enough to do something. Shall we take a look?"

"Indulge by yourself, don’t corrupt me. Qinqin doesn’t like someone too bad," Mo Heng said coldly.

Ji Bingchu’s face took on an especially good color, "Mo Jiuheng! You’re definitely no better than me! I’m just more tender-hearted towards women, you..."

"Don’t compare me to you. I’m very faithful," Mo Heng stressed, "Mo Jiuheng is dead, I’m just Mo Heng. If you want to find him, I can send you on your way."

"You’re no saint either!" Ji Bingchu bantered back. Did he think Ji Bingchu couldn’t tell that this guy was keeping watch for the others?

"I never intended to be a saint." Mo Heng glanced at the clock and his face darkened further.

In the backyard, Shen Songming was already furious, "This isn’t our era anymore, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Some things have to change, Pei Qin! Liang Jinhua has been watching you closely, and here in this world, marrying relatives is the norm. If you deliberately go against this and more people notice something off, have you considered the consequences?"

Pei Qin remained silent.

"If you died, what about the two children? What about the radishes you’ve worked so hard to raise? And...what about me?" On the brink of death, Shen Songming didn’t want to expose the ticking time bomb he carried. Otherwise, he wouldn’t owe Ji Bingchu a favor.

Pei Qin looked at him steadily.

Shen Songming took a deep breath to compose himself, then stood up with the support of his arm, "I’ll tell them that you’ve agreed."

Pei Qin opened her mouth, "Okay."

Shen Songming stepped out. If only she had said ’okay’ when he proposed, everything would be different now! He could carry all the burdens for her, create a carefree world for her, and take her on adventures far and wide. Mo Heng...