Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 10 Husband

Song Huan spent the weekend in the countryside for two days.

For two days, he followed his grandparents around like a little tail.

Grandpa went to feed the chickens, and he followed behind.

Grandpa went to the vegetable garden, and he followed beside him.

Grandpa went to the village entrance to play chess with the old people, and he squatted down to watch.

What makes the grandfather most proud is that, under the 24-hour watch of his eldest grandson, he really hasn't smoked.

When the old folks at the village entrance smoke, they habitually offer one to Grandpa.

Grandpa waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm not smoking anymore."

"Hey, Lao Song, you really quit?"

Grandpa picked up Song Huan, who was squatting on the ground, and said with a smug look on his face: "My eldest grandson won't let me smoke."

The elderly people looked at Song Huan with envy in their eyes.

"This child is sensible."

"My grandsons only know how to ask for red envelopes when they come home for holidays. Who cares whether I smoke or not?"

"Old Song, you're lucky."

Grandpa beamed with joy and hugged Song Huan even tighter.

Song Huan was a little breathless from being hugged, but she didn't struggle.

Looking at the smile on his grandfather's face, he thought: It was worth quitting smoking.

……

On the night she left, Grandma mysteriously pulled Song Huan into her room.

She took a bulging red envelope from the cabinet and stuffed it into Song Huan's hand.

"Here, Grandma gave this to you."

Song Huan pinched the thickness and was stunned.

How many is that?

"There's too much milk..."

"What do you mean, 'a lot'?" Grandma glared at him. "This is for you to buy candy. Don't tell your parents!"

Before Song Huan could say anything more, his grandmother had already pushed him out the door.

Outside, Grandpa came over and patted his head.

"Go back to kindergarten and listen to your parents."

Song Huan nodded.

He held the thick red envelope, feeling a warm glow in his heart.

In his past life, his grandparents always gave him money.

At the time, he didn't think much of it; he accepted it and then spent it.

Only now did he realize that the money was saved up by the old man through frugality.

He wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

In the end, he simply hugged his grandfather and then his grandmother.

"Grandpa, Grandma, I'm leaving."

"Take good care of yourselves!"

Grandpa and Grandma stood at the door, watching his figure disappear into the village.

……

Back in the city by bus, Song Huan hadn't even had time to warm up the red envelope before Zhang Xuejuan discovered it.

"What is this?"

Zhang Xuejuan was quick-witted and nimble-fingered, snatching away the red envelopes one by one.

Song Huan: "..."

"mom!"

"What are you shouting for?" Zhang Xuejuan opened the red envelope and counted the money. "Fifteen thousand? Your grandparents are really something, what are they going to do with so much money?"

After counting the money, she put it in her pocket with a clear conscience.

"Mom is saving this for you, so you can use it when you get married in the future."

Song Huan looked at her expressionlessly.

Stored.

To get married.

He had heard these words more than twenty years ago in his previous life, and then he never saw money again.

Zhang Xuejuan felt a little guilty under his gaze and coughed lightly, "What are you looking at? What are you going to do with so much money, you're only three years old? What if you get scammed?"

Song Huan sighed.

Okay, I'm used to it.

Song Wentao, who was reading a newspaper nearby, looked up and said, "By the way, son, there's something I need to tell you."

"Um?"

"Don't say those kinds of things in those situations in the future." Song Wentao put down his newspaper, his expression turning serious. "It's Grandpa's birthday, what if someone thinks it's bad luck if you say something like that?"

Song Huan paused for a moment, then nodded.

He understands this principle.

Some things really do need to be said in the right context.

But he also knew that if he didn't say it in that particular setting, his grandfather would just laugh it off.

"Alright, alright, our son is so young, what does he know?" Zhang Xuejuan chimed in protectively. "Besides, isn't he right? The old man coughs every day; everyone knows it's from smoking."

Song Wentao smiled and said nothing more.

He looked at Song Huan with a hint of relief in his eyes.

This child knows how to care for the elderly.

……

Monday morning.

The kindergarten entrance has become a major disaster site once again.

"I want my mom!"

"Waaaaah, I don't want to go to school!"

"Teacher, my stomach hurts!"

Cries rose and fell, and parents tried to comfort and hold their children, creating a chaotic scene.

Song Huan yawned and took the schoolbag from Song Wentao.

"Then I'll go in."

"Go inside," Song Wentao patted his head, "be good and don't cause trouble."

Song Huan nodded, put her hands in her pockets, and walked confidently towards the kindergarten.

The crying children around him formed a stark contrast to him.

Song Wentao looked at his son's retreating figure, feeling a sense of pride.

[This child has grown up without us even realizing it.]

……

the other side.

Xiao Haifeng carried Xiao Yunqing's schoolbag and followed behind her, his mouth never stopping.

"Little Cloud, your mom put the water she packed for you in your schoolbag. Be sure to take it out and drink it if you're thirsty, and tell your teacher if it gets cold."

Xiao Yunqing walked quickly ahead without looking back.

"And your pants. They're at the very bottom of your backpack. If they get dirty, raise your hand and tell the teacher so I can help you change them."

Xiao Yunqing still didn't turn around.

Xiao Haifeng followed along, rambling on and on, showing none of the seriousness he displayed at the police station.

If his subordinates saw this, they definitely wouldn't believe it.

Is this the Deputy Director Xiao who can freeze people to death with just one sentence during a meeting?

As Xiao Haifeng walked to the kindergarten gate, looking at the crying children and their parents, he was suddenly overcome with emotion.

He squatted down and took Xiao Yunqing's hand.

"Little Clouds".

Xiao Yunqing finally stopped and turned to look at him.

Xiao Haifeng's eyes reddened.

Even though his daughter had been attending kindergarten for a few days, he was still very reluctant to let her go.

"If you miss your dad, just tell your teacher and call him. He'll come pick you up right away, okay?"

Xiao Yunqing looked at him, somewhat helpless.

"I understand, Dad, you should go back now..."

"Let Daddy hug me again." Xiao Haifeng opened his arms.

Just as Xiao Yunqing was about to say something, she glanced over and saw a familiar little figure.

Song Huan.

He was walking casually towards the kindergarten with his hands in his pockets.

Xiao Yunqing's eyes lit up instantly.

Xiao Haifeng was still waiting with his arms outstretched to hug his daughter.

The next second, Xiao Yunqing shoved him aside, snatched the schoolbag, and pounced on Song Huan.

"husband!"

Xiao Haifeng was completely dumbfounded.

The crying children and their parents nearby were also stunned.

Everyone looked at the little girl in the pink dress with her hair in a ponytail, who was running towards a little boy.

Hearing the sound, Song Huan turned around.

Then he saw Xiao Yunqing open her arms and rush towards him.

Before his mind could even process what was happening, he was already being hugged.

"husband!"

Xiao Yunqing hugged him, then looked up with a grin, "Have you missed me?"

Song Huan looked completely bewildered.

What's going on?

husband? !

He felt a chill behind him and turned around to look.

Xiao Haifeng stood there, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes blazing with fury, staring straight at him.

The look in his eyes, how should I put it, was a bit like looking at a thief who had stolen his beloved possession.

Song Huan felt a chill run down her spine.

He quickly explained, "What are you yelling about?!"

Xiao Yunqing pouted, looking completely matter-of-fact: "You ate my lollipop, so you're my husband."

Song Huan: "..."

He remembered that lollipop.

The lollipop I got in exchange for "calling you my wife".

He didn't ask for it, but he ate the candy.

Is this girl taking it as a tacit agreement?

Without saying a word, Xiao Yunqing took his hand and walked into the kindergarten.

"Come on, let's go inside and see if any kids will give you milk!"

Song Huan was pulled by her and glanced back at Xiao Haifeng.

Xiao Haifeng's face could no longer be described as "black".

That's the color before the volcano erupted.

Song Huan swallowed hard and was dragged into the kindergarten by Xiao Yunqing.

……

Doorway.

Song Wentao stood there, looking dazed.

As he watched the little girl lead his son into the kindergarten, a thought slowly surfaced in his mind.

Husband?

Is Huanhuan really that charming? He already has a wife after only a few days.

And that girl from earlier... why does she look so familiar?

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?

Just then, a deep voice came from behind.

"Minister Song."

Song Wentao turned around and almost jumped up in fright.

Xiao Haifeng stood behind him, his face dark with dismay.

Song Wentao's heart skipped a beat.

A bad thought popped into my head.

Could it be... that girl just now... was Xiao Haifeng's daughter?

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Xiao Haifeng had already come up to him.

"Minister Song," Xiao Haifeng's voice was devoid of emotion, "Good morning."

Looking at his dark face, Song Wentao recalled Xiao Yunqing calling him "husband" earlier.

Suddenly, Xiao Haifeng felt that the sun today might be a bit cold.

But it's very radiant for me!

Song Wentao laughed heartily, "Good morning, good morning!"