Fu Weicheng returned to the Family Quarters.
Niannian and An’an were playing games in the yard. Song Yuntang had melted some soap into soapy water and handed each of them a bamboo tube, showing them how to blow bubbles.
The transparent bubbles were large and perfectly round, glistening in rainbow colors under the sunlight.
Watching Niannian and An’an, Fu Weicheng realized they had yet to call him “Dad.” He thought there was plenty of time and there was no need to rush.
He strode into the house. Song Yuntang, as if expecting him, immediately pulled him inside. She glanced toward the door to make sure the children had not left the yard, then suddenly closed the door.
Hearing the door click shut, leaving only the two of them inside, Fu Weicheng felt his thoughts stir.
Immediately, Song Yuntang’s anxious voice burst out. “Why didn’t you explain to your parents that I came to divorce you? Why let them misunderstand?”
She held no resentment toward Jiang Yuyin and Fu Zhenshan, but she was clearly upset with Fu Weicheng for staying silent.
A single sentence could have cleared everything, yet she had been forced to put on a show in front of his parents.
Fu Weicheng’s earlier stirring of thought quickly settled. Looking at Song Yuntang’s frowning, annoyed expression, he said, “Have you forgotten who brought my parents here?”
Song Yuntang naturally replied, “Fang Siyue.”
“Our families are old friends. Fang Siyue’s parents are close friends of mine. If I told my parents we wanted a divorce, do you think this news could remain secret from the Fang family? That Fang Siyue wouldn’t find out?” Fu Weicheng said in a low voice.
Hearing this, Song Yuntang immediately calmed down. Thinking carefully, it was indeed the case. She still needed to cooperate with Fu Weicheng and play the scene before his parents.
“Fine,” she accepted. “Let’s leave it for now. Don’t forget to file the divorce report and get it approved as soon as possible.”
Seeing that Song Yuntang no longer questioned him, Fu Weicheng subtly relaxed, careful not to reveal that his parents already knew everything.
After finishing that matter, Song Yuntang took out the gifts Jiang Yuyin had given her.
“Fu Weicheng, a pair of gold bracelets, a jade bracelet, a watch. Your mother just gave these to me. You can check with her if you don’t believe me. I haven’t hidden anything. Now I’m returning them to you.”
She held out her hand to Fu Weicheng, her eyes lingering a little on the shiny gold.
Fu Weicheng didn’t know the details, but he roughly understood it had happened when his parents and Song Yuntang were alone in the room.
“Why would my parents give you these?” he asked.
“They said it was a meeting gift. Niannian and An’an’s portion has been accepted; this one is for you.”
Fu Weicheng said, “Since it’s a meeting gift, and it’s for you, then keep it.”
Keep… keep it?
Song Yuntang froze, her eyes wide.
Such valuable items—how could she just keep them?
“I don’t—”
Fu Weicheng, anticipating her objection, quickly interrupted. “I have duties at the base. I came out in a rush just now, and I need to head back immediately. I’ll have lunch sent over; don’t bother cooking. I have to go.”
He adjusted his military cap, pushed the door open, and strode out with long, confident steps.
“Fu Weicheng—”
Song Yuntang called again, but he didn’t look back. The heavy meeting gifts remained in her hands.
Since wealth should not be flaunted, she had to temporarily accept them.
Fu Weicheng’s last words reminded Song Yuntang that his sudden appearance earlier was no accident; he had hurried over, worried she might be in trouble.
…
Meanwhile, at the military medical clinic:
“Doctor! Doctor! Please save my child! Help!”
Hu Chunling’s voice, choked with sobs, echoed through the room, filled with the smell of disinfectant, making anyone who heard it ache in their chest.
The housewife who came with Hu Chunling supported her and helped place the weakly breathing Hu Xiaojun on a hospital bed, reassuring her: “Chunling, we’re at the clinic now. The doctor is here. Don’t worry—Xiao Jun will be fine.”
Hu Chunling’s face was as pale as paper, her hands trembling. The terror from being unable to feel her child’s breath lingered in her heart.
At the nurses’ calls, a well-groomed young doctor with gold-framed glasses quickly entered.
He was Qiao Jiangchuan, a doctoral student at the Capital Medical University, and today’s duty doctor.
Qiao Jiangchuan quickly approached the bed, removing his stethoscope while asking about the situation.
“What symptoms does the child have?”
“Can’t breathe… he said… it’s… sudden… an allergy… asthma or something,” Hu Chunling answered, recalling what Song Yuntang had said.
Qiao Jiangchuan added calmly, “A sudden allergic asthma attack causing breathing difficulty, possibly even shock?”
“Yes! Yes! Exactly! That’s what someone just said,” Hu Chunling nodded repeatedly.
He carefully helped Hu Xiaojun sit up, examining his throat, airways, and lungs.
A housewife nearby remarked, “Doctor Qiao’s method is exactly like how Regiment Commander Fu’s wife performed first aid.”
Qiao Jiangchuan, slightly surprised, asked, “Someone performed emergency care?”
“Yes! Xiao Jun had stopped breathing, his face turned blue. It was Regiment Commander Fu’s wife who gave him first aid, letting him breathe again so we could get him here.”
Qiao Jiangchuan was impressed. Someone had correctly identified and administered first aid for a life-threatening allergic asthma attack.
After finishing the examination, he hung the stethoscope back around his neck. “The child’s throat allergy was severe, but luckily he was rescued in time. There’s no major problem now. I’ll prescribe medication and an IV. After the IV, the throat swelling will subside, and he can go home.”
“Thank you, Doctor Qiao. Thank you.”
Hu Chunling trembled as she hugged Hu Xiaojun again, finally feeling relief.
The housewives remarked again, “Chunling, it’s thanks to Regiment Commander Fu’s wife that Xiao Jun survived. After he recovers, you must thank her properly.”
“I know, I know…”
…
The next day, Song Yuntang, still in the house, received her first real visitor.
“Sister Song… Sister Song… are you home?”
She went out and saw someone familiar: Hu Chunling, who had collapsed in exhaustion yesterday, crying uncontrollably.
Today, Hu Chunling wore a floral dress and looked lively, completely different from the despair of yesterday.
She held Hu Xiaojun’s hand and carried several bags with her other, beaming at Song Yuntang. Then, with a clap, she gently patted Hu Xiaojun’s head.
“Quick, kneel and thank Auntie Song for saving your life. Without her, you wouldn’t be alive now.”
Song Yuntang noticed that Hu Xiaojun was about the same age as Niannian, a sturdy little boy with a spirited expression.
Under Hu Chunling’s guidance, Hu Xiaojun suddenly knelt down with a plop, beginning to kowtow.
Thump, thump, thump.
Outside the family room’s main door, Song Yuntang was startled and quickly helped the boy up. “No, no, don’t do this. There’s no need for such a big ceremony. I just did what any doctor would do.”
“Doctor? Sister Song, you’re a doctor?” Hu Chunling asked curiously.
Song Yuntang hesitated briefly. “My… life goal is to become an excellent doctor.”
Hu Chunling believed her wholeheartedly. “Sister Song, you’re so skilled. You’ll definitely be a remarkable doctor in the future.”
As they spoke, they naturally followed Song Yuntang inside.
Inside, Niannian and An’an leaned against the door, peeking curiously. Seeing Hu Chunling enter, Niannian immediately brought over a stool and placed it by the table.
“Auntie, please sit.”
It was Hu Chunling’s first time seeing Niannian and An’an. She stared at the two beautiful, doll-like children, eyes wide.
“So… these are your children with Regiment Commander Fu? People outside say he suddenly has two kids, a son and a daughter. Looks like it’s true! Boy-girl twins! Their little faces look so alike.”