Chapter 1203 - 1175: Diligence Is the Path Up the Book Mountain

Chapter 1203: Chapter 1175: Diligence Is the Path Up the Book Mountain

"All right, don’t get upset with the injured, once you coax your lady to sleep, we can discuss classical poetry and songs."

"Dream of the Red Chamber?" Xiaoqiang accidentally thought of the classic "finger boredom," this could be fun!

"Is that all you have in mind? Today I’ll talk to you about Yuan Qu!"

Oh, Xiaoqiang felt a bit disappointed, but he dared not go against the noble pregnant woman, so he grudgingly carried the lady to the bathroom. The lady happily relieved herself in her designated canine toilet, while Yu Minglang grumbled nearby.

"You know, you didn’t whine earlier or later, but now when my wife wants to kiss me, you whine; it’s not easy to get some benefit!"

He returned to the room with full displeasure, Qian was leaning against the headboard reading, not even looking up as she asked.

"Washed your hands?"

"Uh-huh."

"Classical literature has a significant impact on prenatal education. Yuan Qu represents a cultural pinnacle of the Yuan Dynasty, with many classic descriptions." Qian was reading "Selected Yuan Qu."

"You can go ahead with prenatal education, I’m sleeping." At the sound of her nagging, Yu Minglang lost interest, fell onto the bed, and covered his head with the blanket.

"No way, you need to get up and read this poem to me."

Xiaoqiang resignedly got up, reluctantly took the book she handed, glanced at it, and his eyes widened immediately.

"Scarlet silk quilt, ivory bed, holding my ideal man in my arms..."

Oh my! What’s going on? He glanced at Qian, who raised an eyebrow.

"Keep reading!"

Yu Minglang’s face warmed, how could he not understand her meaning?

When Qian saw he wouldn’t read, she leaned over, hugged his neck, and read for him, "Call softly, brother, take your time, don’t wake my dog. Ideal man, handsome man, sister shows affection for you."

That night, Yu Minglang secretly decided to educate his child well, to have them read and appreciate literature, unlike him, who could only say, ’You damn ghost, aren’t you coming yet!’ Someone cultured could recite a whole long poem.

Being cultured really makes a difference.

"Sunlight on the incense burner gives rise to violet smoke!"

Qiuqiu’s father’s parrot recited the new words it had learned to Qian, and Qiuqiu’s father proudly showed off to Qian.

"How about it, Mr. Chen? I taught it well, right? My bird has to learn poetry and song lyrics."

This probably made Qian think of something, her face slightly blushed, though thankfully Qiuqiu’s father didn’t notice.

"By the way, Mr. Chen, I heard you’re pregnant?"

"Yes."

"Haha, that’s great! Your husband isn’t young, it’s time to leave someone behind."

"This one’s a girl." Qian always believed it was her Xiaowei coming back.

"A girl is fine, you’re so young, you can have more." Qiuqiu’s father seemed to have retained his traditional preference for boys throughout his life.

Qian had tried to correct this view but to no avail, and a psychologist wouldn’t even cure this block-headed perspective.

"My Qiuqiu is about your age too; it would be nice if she gave me a grandson." Qiuqiu’s father sighed, though he had seen through life and death, still hoping to hold a grandson before passing.

Qian thought of Qiuqiu with a big belly and felt a shiver; men giving birth is such a creepy thing.

"Uncle, I don’t want to do a routine treatment today; can we just chat?"

"Sure, let Old Wang set the tea table, and we can drink a bit." Qiuqiu’s father enjoyed chatting with Qian, she was a very intelligent child, knowledgeable and with no generational gap with him, though he was uneducated.

They brewed fragrant tea, casually talking about business, and Qian naturally steered the conversation to the main topic.

"Uncle, hypothetically, if you only had one day left, what would you most want to witness?"

"Of course, Qiuqiu having a good home, and ideally, giving me a grandson to hold, then I could die without regrets."

After striving for career and money in younger years, it turns out those are not important, only concerned about one’s children.’

"Do you wish for Qiuqiu to live happily the way she wants, or unhappily in the way you want?"

"Mr. Chen, are you trying to set a trap for me? I’m not falling for it. I want Qiuqiu to live happily according to the route I designed for her!"

This stubborn old man was on guard against Qian’s brainwashing; Qian wasn’t in a hurry to refute him, just sipping lightly from the teacup.

"Uncle, something’s wrong!"

A young person ran in flustered, who was Qiuqiu’s cousin, previously Qiuqiu’s father’s secretary, now Qiuqiu’s assistant.

"What’s wrong? Weren’t you accompanying Qiuqiu in the south negotiating business?" Qiuqiu’s father was somewhat surprised to see him.

The young man glanced at Qian. She nodded at him, he swallowed and stammered.

"The mine collapsed!"

"What?!"

"Qiuqiu...got buried inside too..."

Qiuqiu’s father’s vision went dark, and he fainted straight away.

The young man panicked, quickly calling for a doctor, not forgetting to ask Qian.

"Mr. Chen, you wouldn’t play my uncle to death, right?"

It’s already late-stage; if the patient is scared to death prematurely, what then?

"It’s fine, I know what I’m doing."

The doctor was someone whom Qian had alerted beforehand; after checking Qiuqiu’s father’s body, pinched and resuscitated him, Qiuqiu’s father finally woke up.

"Qiuqiu!" Qiuqiu’s father opened his eyes and felt pain all over.

Since surgery, he hadn’t felt this kind of pain in a while; now, it felt like all disease and pain had swept over.

Waking up, he found himself in a small dark room surrounded by darkness; had he died already, was this hell?

Qiuqiu’s father was concerned about what he heard about Qiuqiu being buried in the mine, eager to get up but found his limbs immobilized.

Suddenly, a projection appeared on the dark wall—Qiuqiu!

In the silent space, photos of Qiuqiu appeared one by one on the surface.

From when he was a child to growing up, each picture timed perfectly for Qiuqiu’s father to reflect on those past events, the wall turned into a special screen projecting magnified images of Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu’s father had rarely seen these photos; he didn’t know where these came from. He intended to get up and ask about Qiuqiu’s current situation, but his limbs were tied, unable to rise, and had to patiently watch each photo.

The photos were silent, some were not very clear due to old age, but Qiuqiu’s father seemed to notice something.

In childhood, Qiuqiu loved to smile, even in men’s clothing after growing up, although playful, the happiness was palpable. Many of Qiuqiu’s college photos were unseen by Qiuqiu’s father; Qian obtained them by various means.

Photos showed Qiuqiu participating in basketball games, sports meets, club activities, and working to distribute flyers outside, revealing Qiuqiu could lead a joyful life he wanted, despite economic hardships at times.

The recent few showed Qiuqiu taking over the mine, with photos of him staying up late working overtime, and inspecting the mine wearing work attire, Qiuqiu’s father’s attention was caught by Qiuqiu’s face devoid of any smile, only fatigue.