Military husband hasn't returned home for two years? He reads his daughter's heartfelt wor

Chapter 132 Just One Identity

On the way home, Cheng Baichuan remained silent.

Nono tugged at her mother's collar, wondering to herself, "Mom, does Dad not want Grandpa to be Grandpa?"

Li Wanqing was slightly taken aback. After sorting through her thoughts, she understood what her daughter meant. But while her daughter could say it in her heart, she couldn't. So she could only gently shake her head at her daughter.

In truth, she didn't know what Cheng Baichuan was really thinking.

"What are you two talking about?" Cheng Baichuan suddenly asked, startling Li Wanqing and Nuonuo.

Li Wanqing was alright, but Nuonuo thought her father could understand her feelings, and she was very excited, asking herself several questions in her mind.

Li Wanqing was speechless. Could the skill of reading minds be mass-produced?

"What's wrong with Nuonuo?" Cheng Baichuan was completely baffled as he looked at his daughter's winking and gesturing.

Li Wanqing shook her head and said calmly, "It's nothing, I'm probably just sleepy."

Cheng Baichuan didn't ask any more questions. In addition, he had something on his mind, and he even forgot to ask about the little things the mother and daughter had just done.

Back home, the whole family soaked their feet in a warm bath together. When Nuonuo snuggled into the blankets, she shivered from the cold.

"Why did you run so fast!" Li Wanqing stuffed the thermos covered with a cloth cover into the quilt, and Nuonuo quickly snuggled up to it.

[Mom, you're warm.]

Li Wanqing touched her daughter's face and said with a smile, "It's warm, but you still have to be careful not to burn yourself."

In those days, hot water bottles were simply made from glass IV drip bottles filled with boiling water. They were warm, but extremely dangerous.

If the bottle explodes, that would be a problem.

Although there was a cloth cover to prevent you from getting cut by glass, boiling water is still very dangerous.

Nuonuo nestled in the blankets, clutching them with both hands, her big, bright eyes peeking out—she was absolutely adorable.

Li Wanqing gently patted her belly, "Okay, go to sleep."

After saying that, she softly hummed a local lullaby for babies.

Nono soon felt her eyelids getting heavy and gradually closed her eyes.

Li Wanqing moved the thermos a little further away and made sure the blankets were properly covering her before leaving.

Back in the room, Cheng Baichuan sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a military overcoat.

He held a book in his hand, but his eyes were looking elsewhere.

Hearing Li Wanqing open the door, he turned around and asked, "Is Nuonuo asleep?"

Li Wanqing nodded. "I had a lot to do today. I'm tired, so I'll sleep well."

Cheng Baichuan hummed in agreement. "Why can't I fall asleep?"

Li Wanqing took off her shoes and burrowed into the quilt. "Still thinking about what Feng's parents said?"

Cheng Baichuan nodded. "Their words did have an impact on me."

Having lived for nearly thirty years, even though the Cheng family treated him badly, he never doubted that he wasn't their biological son.

Li Wanqing yawned and said in a muffled voice, "Whether it's true or not, you're already so old, you don't need your parents anymore."

Whether they are members of the Cheng family or Cheng Chi, they are just different identities.

It won't even affect Cheng Baichuan and Nuonuo changing their surnames!

Li Wanqing's words were a wake-up call for Cheng Baichuan, pulling him out of the foggy forest.

“You’re right, I was indeed overthinking it.” Cheng Baichuan smiled with a relaxed expression. “No matter who my family is, I am still myself.”

Li Wanqing yawned heavily again, "Go to sleep now that you've figured it out!"

Although Cheng Baichuan did most of the heavy work today, she also did a lot of work, so she was really tired.

"Okay!" Cheng Baichuan patted her back and responded softly.

After Li Wanqing closed her eyes, Cheng Baichuan took off his military overcoat, covered it with the quilt, and then lay straight on the bed.

A moment later, my arm was tugged, and then a head leaned against me.

Li Wanqing smacked her lips, nuzzled her head, and found the most comfortable position before falling asleep again.

Cheng Baichuan raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

It doesn't matter who his real family is; what matters is that he has Li Wanqing by his side for the rest of his life.

Also unable to sleep was Feng's mother, who was temporarily staying at the Liang family's house.

Mr. Feng drank too much last night, but after drinking some hangover soup, he is now much more sober.

"Old Feng, do you really think that Commander Cheng from today has nothing to do with Shuzhen?" Feng's mother asked, nudging Feng's father's arm.

Mr. Feng smacked his lips and said in a muffled voice, "It should be fine, right? I heard that Commander Cheng is a native of Hunan Province, while Shuzhen and Cheng Chi are both from Sichuan Province."

Feng's mother knew this, but she always felt that something was wrong.

“I disagreed with Shuzhen leaving with Cheng Chi back then, but I never thought that our parting would be forever.” Mother Feng’s voice choked slightly.

Judging by the dates, Shuzhen was probably pregnant before she went to the front lines.

However, everyone was young at the time and didn't realize this.

But as Lao Feng said, even if they went back to the rear from the front lines, they couldn't get around to Hunan Province by taking a detour.

Did she really think too much?

"Old Feng, shall we go see Cheng Chi tomorrow?" Feng's mother nudged Feng's father again.

Mr. Feng's eyelids were almost closed, but upon hearing this, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "No, let's not."

"Given our current situation, it's not advisable to have too much contact with him, otherwise we might just drag him down with us."

Mrs. Feng sighed softly and said nothing more.

The next day, both Cheng Baichuan and Li Wanqing had to go to work.

The performing arts troupe is currently rehearsing for the Lunar New Year program, so it's quite chaotic and busy inside.

Li Wanqing simply left Nuonuo with the Liang family. Since they were already so familiar with each other, she didn't stand on ceremony at all.

However, he would always bring something for Yueyue and Qiqi.

Qiqi is three months old now, and after treatment, she hardly looks like a premature baby anymore.

Nuonuo caught a cold several times after entering December, but fortunately it was all minor and she recovered after taking some medicine and sweating it out.

The colder the weather, the more people catch colds and get sick. Quite a few people in the performing arts troupe also fell ill, which is one of the reasons why Li Wanqing was worried about bringing Nuonuo along.

Sister Liu rubbed her hands as she entered the office, saying, "It's getting colder and colder these days."

Li Wanqing looked outside; the tree branches were swaying violently in the wind, and the sky was overcast.

"Is it going to rain?" Li Wanqing asked worriedly, as she seemed to have forgotten her umbrella.

Sister Liu shook her head. "Just you wait and see, it's definitely going to snow before noon."

Li Wanqing was a little skeptical, but an hour later, it really did start snowing.

"Sister Liu, you're amazing!" Li Wanqing exclaimed with admiration.

Sister Liu smiled and said, "If you stay here long enough, you'll be able to guess it."

Li Wanqing watched the snowflakes drifting outside the window, growing larger and larger until they fell like goose feathers.

"Oh no!" Li Wanqing suddenly stood up. "I even hung my clothes outside this morning."

"Sister Liu, I need to ask for leave. I won't be coming this afternoon."

As she spoke, Li Wanqing picked up her things and ran outside. On the way, she heard someone say that a very capable doctor had recently joined the health center.

However, Li Wanqing, who was preoccupied with the clothes, didn't take it to heart.