PFC Chapter 429 Family Bliss
Chapter 429 Family Bliss
Lin Chen went to see Qin Shuyan first.
Qin Shuyan was leaning against the headboard, drinking porridge, wearing a light purple nightgown.
Her hair was casually tied into a bun, with a few wisps of hair hanging down beside her ears, making her look soft and gentle.
Seeing Lin Chen enter, the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "You're here?"
Lin Chen walked over and sat down by the bed, first glancing at Lin Nianbei in the cradle next to him.
The little guy was sleeping soundly, his mouth slightly open, with a glistening drop of drool at the corner of his mouth, just like a little pug.
Lin Chen reached out and gently touched his son's face.
Her skin was smooth, like a peeled egg.
Qin Shuyan put down her bowl and looked at Lin Chen: "You drank quite a bit last night."
Lin Chen coughed lightly: "I'm happy."
"Even if you're happy, you can't drink like that." Qin Shuyan glared at Lin Chen. "The way you're drinking is like you're chugging water. Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Lin Chen nodded obediently: "I'll be more careful next time."
Qin Shuyan snorted: "Drinking is fine, but don't make such a commotion in the future. Last night, so many people couldn't sleep because of the noise."
Lin Chen smiled awkwardly and didn't reply.
In situations like this, keeping quiet is the best option.
The two sat there without saying a word.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling warmly on the blankets.
Lin Nianbei rolled over in the cradle, hummed a couple of times, and fell asleep again.
After a long while, Qin Shuyan suddenly spoke up: "Husband, tell me, after the world changes so drastically, can we still be like we are now?"
Lin Chen grasped her hand and squeezed it: "Yes."
Qin Shuyan looked at Lin Chen: "Really?"
Lin Chen nodded and said solemnly:
"Really, no matter how things change, I will protect this family."
Qin Shuyan's eyes reddened, and she leaned on Lin Chen's shoulder without saying a word.
Lin Chen put his arm around her and gently patted her back.
Qin Shuyan's hair brushed against his chin, tickling him and carrying the scent of osmanthus oil.
The two of them stayed close together for a long time.
After leaving Qin Shuyan's room, Lin Chen went to Xiao Yulou's place.
Before even entering, they heard Xiao Yulou's voice from inside: "Don't move!"
Lin Chen pushed open the door and saw Xiao Yulou carefully holding her daughter, sweating profusely.
Lin Nianying was in her arms, her big eyes wide open, her little fists clenched tightly, and she was babbling incoherently.
"Let me do it, let me do it." Lin Chen quickly went over and took his daughter.
The little guy was held in Lin Chen's arms. He was stunned for a second, then frowned and pouted, looking like he was about to cry.
Lin Chen quickly bounced and swayed the child, coaxing him with "oh oh oh".
Lin Nianying stared at Lin Chen for two seconds, then yawned, buried her face in his chest, and stopped moving.
Xiao Yulou breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat: "This girl is even more troublesome than you."
Lin Chen smiled: "Whatever you say."
Xiao Yulou raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"
"It means I'm praising you." Lin Chen quickly changed the subject, looking down at his daughter.
"Look at her eyebrows, her eyes, they're just like yours."
Xiao Yulou walked over, looked down at it, and smiled slightly: "Your nose looks like yours."
Lin Chen glanced at it: "Really?"
"Yeah, just like you, it's pretty."
Lin Chen was delighted; this was the first time Xiao Yulou had ever praised him.
Xiao Yulou took his daughter and placed her in the cradle to the side.
When Lin Nianying was put down, she frowned slightly, waved her little fist in the air, and then fell asleep again.
Xiao Yulou straightened up, looked at Lin Chen, and suddenly reached out to pinch Lin Chen's cheek.
You've lost some weight recently.
Lin Chen was both amused and exasperated: "Can you guys use a different word? Everyone who sees me says I've lost weight."
"That's because you've really lost weight," Xiao Yulou said irritably. "Look at your cheeks, they're all sunken in."
Lin Chen touched his face: "Really?"
"Yes." Xiao Yulou nodded. "I'll have dinner here tonight. I've made you some soup."
Lin Chen felt a warmth in his heart: "Okay."
The soup Xiao Yulou made, well, the taste was just average, but since she was happy to make it, he was happy to drink it.
In the days that followed, Lin Chen lived a very regular life.
I have to practice boxing in the morning—I can't skip it, otherwise my kidneys won't be able to keep up.
Spending the morning with the children—Lin Nianbei, Lin Nianying, Lin Nianjun, and Lin Nian'er.
Lin Chen sometimes gets a headache from all the noise, but he feels incredibly happy inside, as if he's eaten honey.
In the afternoon, official business was handled—Zhuge Liang had taken care of most of the matters and sent them to Lin Chen for a quick review.
Things have been relatively calm lately, and there haven't been any major decisions that Lin Chen needs to make.
In the evening—the cards are chosen.
This was the part Lin Chen looked forward to most all day.
It wasn't because he was a womanizer.
Okay, he's just a womanizer.
But with dual cultivation techniques and kidney-strengthening techniques as a foundation, he could easily sleep with ten women in one night, and he could still get up and practice boxing the next morning.
That's what professionalism is all about.
The rules for choosing a card are very simple:
He had the maid put all the ladies' nameplates in there, and he closed his eyes and randomly picked one; whoever he picked was the lady.
Fairness and impartiality, honesty and integrity towards all, young and old.
The only problem is that there are too many brands, and the box is almost overflowing.
Lingbo was also made into a sign by Lin Chen.
Lin Chen did this all by himself without consulting Ling Bo.
That day, when he put the sign into the box, Lingbo stood beside him, watching him expressionlessly.
As Lin Chen placed the plaques, he said, "Look, your plaque is the same as everyone else's, fair and just."
As Lin Chen placed the plaques, he said, "Look, your plaque is the same as everyone else's, fair and just."
Lingbo didn't say anything.
Lin Chen added, "Don't worry, the probability of finding your page is the same as finding someone else's. I won't do anything underhanded."
Lingbo remained silent.
But Lin Chen noticed that her fingers, which were placed at her side, curled slightly.
From then on, every time Lingbo saw Lin Chen flipping a card, she would unconsciously glance at that box.
Then I quickly looked away.
His face still wore that "keep away" expression.
But the tips of his ears turned red.
As for the women in the side courtyard, Lin Chen would visit one of them every few days.
It wasn't because he liked them that much.
It's purely for—a change of pace.
Just like when you're used to eating lots of meat and fish, you sometimes crave some simple porridge and side dishes.
Those women each had their own unique charm.
Ba Tuo Mingzhu is mature and wild, and even his speech carries a wildness of the grasslands.
When she was in bed, she was more proactive than Lin Chen. Sometimes Lin Chen even felt like he had been chosen as the one to have his way.
Unlike her older sister, Ba Tuo Baozhu was lively, cheerful, and loved to laugh and play.
Being with her made Lin Chen feel ten years younger.
Amui is passionate and outgoing. She is of mixed race, with deep-set features and a healthy wheat-colored complexion.
She loves to sing, and sometimes she'll hum a few lines after she's done. Her soft, sweet voice makes Lin Chen's bones melt.
A-Cai, A-Luo, and A-Sang are typical docile types, obedient and well-behaved, never fighting or grabbing, and never crying or making a fuss.
After Lin Chen left, they took care of him.
If Lin Chen doesn't go, they stay quietly and never take the initiative to look for him.
Very well-behaved.
That evening, Lin Chen was lying on a deck chair in the yard, basking in the sun.
He squinted, crossed his legs, and had a blade of grass in his mouth.
The sunshine was warm and felt very comfortable on my skin.
The autumn evening was neither too hot nor too cold, just right, and Lin Chen was about to fall asleep.
Lin Nian'er was lying next to him, holding a small wildflower in her hand, and was sticking it into his hair.
The little girl's movements were very gentle and earnest.
Lin Chen pretended not to know and let her do whatever she wanted.
After Lin Nian'er finished arranging one flower, she tilted her head to look at it, shook her head, picked another flower, and continued arranging.
Before long, Lin Chen's hair was covered with wildflowers.
Red, yellow, purple, white, all sorts of colors, like a flower basket.
Lin Nian'er took two steps back, examined her work, and nodded in satisfaction:
"Daddy is so handsome!"
Lin Chen opened one eye: "Beautiful?"
Lin Nian'er nodded vigorously, her two little pigtails trembling as she did so.
"Beautiful! Like a fairy!"
Lin Chen's lips twitched: "A fairy?"
Lin Nian'er realized she had misspoke, quickly covered her mouth, rolled her eyes, and corrected herself:
"Like a fairy godmother!"
Lin Chen was both amused and exasperated.
What the heck is a "fairy man"?
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang walked in from behind the moon gate.
He was dressed in a black robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and he walked at a moderate pace.
Lin Chen's hair was covered with wildflowers, all sorts of colors, making him look like a mobile garden.
Yuan Tiangang paused, his lips twitched, and he wanted to laugh but dared not.
Then, with a calm expression, he walked up to Lin Chen, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "My lord."
His voice was steady, his expression serious, as if the pile of flowers on Lin Chen's head didn't exist.
Lin Chen sat up, picked off the flowers from his head one by one, and patted the grass clippings off his body.
"What is it?"
Yuan Tiangang said, "The people from the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce have arrived and wish to see our lord."
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and smiled: "You're quite persistent."
This is the third time the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce has sent people here.
Lin Chen didn't get to see him the first two times; Zhuge Liang had sent him away.
Here they come again; it seems they won't give up until they see him.
Lin Chen thought for a moment, stood up, stretched, and his back bones cracked a few times.
"Okay, let's go see him."
Yuan Tiangang nodded and turned to lead the way.
Lin Chen followed, took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back and said to Lin Nian'er:
"Daddy's going out for a bit, be good."
Lin Nian'er was still holding a few wildflowers in her hand. She looked up at Lin Chen and nodded obediently.
"Father, come home soon!"
Lin Chen smiled, turned around and left.
Lin Nian'er watched Lin Chen's retreating figure, looked down at the flowers in her hand, then at Lin Chen's now-empty head, and muttered softly:
"Continue inserting tomorrow."
Then she continued picking flowers, her little face full of seriousness.
Lingbo didn't say anything.
Lin Chen added, "Don't worry, the probability of finding your page is the same as finding someone else's. I won't do anything underhanded."
Lingbo remained silent.
But Lin Chen noticed that her fingers, which were placed at her side, curled slightly.
From then on, every time Lingbo saw Lin Chen flipping a card, she would unconsciously glance at that box.
Then I quickly looked away.
His face still wore that "keep away" expression.
But the tips of his ears turned red.
As for the women in the side courtyard, Lin Chen would visit one of them every few days.
It wasn't because he liked them that much.
It's purely for—a change of pace.
Just like when you're used to eating lots of meat and fish, you sometimes crave some simple porridge and side dishes.
Those women each had their own unique charm.
Ba Tuo Mingzhu is mature and wild, and even his speech carries a wildness of the grasslands.
When she was in bed, she was more proactive than Lin Chen. Sometimes Lin Chen even felt like he had been chosen as the one to have his way.
Unlike her older sister, Ba Tuo Baozhu was lively, cheerful, and loved to laugh and play.
Being with her made Lin Chen feel ten years younger.
Amui is passionate and outgoing. She is of mixed race, with deep-set features and a healthy wheat-colored complexion.
She loves to sing, and sometimes she'll hum a few lines after she's done. Her soft, sweet voice makes Lin Chen's bones melt.
A-Cai, A-Luo, and A-Sang are typical docile types, obedient and well-behaved, never fighting or grabbing, and never crying or making a fuss.
After Lin Chen left, they took care of him.
If Lin Chen doesn't go, they stay quietly and never take the initiative to look for him.
Very well-behaved.
That evening, Lin Chen was lying on a deck chair in the yard, basking in the sun.
He squinted, crossed his legs, and had a blade of grass in his mouth.
The sunshine was warm and felt very comfortable on my skin.
The autumn evening was neither too hot nor too cold, just right, and Lin Chen was about to fall asleep.
Lin Nian'er was lying next to him, holding a small wildflower in her hand, and was sticking it into his hair.
The little girl's movements were very gentle and earnest.
Lin Chen pretended not to know and let her do whatever she wanted.
After Lin Nian'er finished arranging one flower, she tilted her head to look at it, shook her head, picked another flower, and continued arranging.
Before long, Lin Chen's hair was covered with wildflowers.
Red, yellow, purple, white, all sorts of colors, like a flower basket.
Lin Nian'er took two steps back, examined her work, and nodded in satisfaction:
"Daddy is so handsome!"
Lin Chen opened one eye: "Beautiful?"
Lin Nian'er nodded vigorously, her two little pigtails trembling as she did so.
"Beautiful! Like a fairy!"
Lin Chen's lips twitched: "A fairy?"
Lin Nian'er realized she had misspoke, quickly covered her mouth, rolled her eyes, and corrected herself:
"Like a fairy godmother!"
Lin Chen was both amused and exasperated.
What the heck is a "fairy man"?
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang walked in from behind the moon gate.
He was dressed in a black robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and he walked at a moderate pace.
Lin Chen's hair was covered with wildflowers, all sorts of colors, making him look like a mobile garden.
Yuan Tiangang paused, his lips twitched, and he wanted to laugh but dared not.
Then, with a calm expression, he walked up to Lin Chen, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "My lord."
His voice was steady, his expression serious, as if the pile of flowers on Lin Chen's head didn't exist.
Lin Chen sat up, picked off the flowers from his head one by one, and patted the grass clippings off his body.
"What is it?"
Yuan Tiangang said, "The people from the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce have arrived and wish to see our lord."
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and smiled: "You're quite persistent."
This is the third time the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce has sent people here.
Lin Chen didn't get to see him the first two times; Zhuge Liang had sent him away.
Here they come again; it seems they won't give up until they see him.
Lin Chen thought for a moment, stood up, stretched, and his back bones cracked a few times.
"Okay, let's go see him."
Yuan Tiangang nodded and turned to lead the way.
Lin Chen followed, took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back and said to Lin Nian'er:
"Daddy's going out for a bit, be good."
Lin Nian'er was still holding a few wildflowers in her hand. She looked up at Lin Chen and nodded obediently.
"Father, come home soon!"
Lin Chen smiled, turned around and left.
Lin Nian'er watched Lin Chen's retreating figure, looked down at the flowers in her hand, then at Lin Chen's now-empty head, and muttered softly:
"Continue inserting tomorrow."
Then she continued picking flowers, her little face full of seriousness.
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Lingbo didn't say anything.
Lin Chen added, "Don't worry, the probability of finding your page is the same as finding someone else's. I won't do anything underhanded."
Lingbo remained silent.
But Lin Chen noticed that her fingers, which were placed at her side, curled slightly.
From then on, every time Lingbo saw Lin Chen flipping a card, she would unconsciously glance at that box.
Then I quickly looked away.
His face still wore that "keep away" expression.
But the tips of his ears turned red.
As for the women in the side courtyard, Lin Chen would visit one of them every few days.
It wasn't because he liked them that much.
It's purely for—a change of pace.
Just like when you're used to eating lots of meat and fish, you sometimes crave some simple porridge and side dishes.
Those women each had their own unique charm.
Ba Tuo Mingzhu is mature and wild, and even his speech carries a wildness of the grasslands.
When she was in bed, she was more proactive than Lin Chen. Sometimes Lin Chen even felt like he had been chosen as the one to have his way.
Unlike her older sister, Ba Tuo Baozhu was lively, cheerful, and loved to laugh and play.
Being with her made Lin Chen feel ten years younger.
Amui is passionate and outgoing. She is of mixed race, with deep-set features and a healthy wheat-colored complexion.
She loves to sing, and sometimes she'll hum a few lines after she's done. Her soft, sweet voice makes Lin Chen's bones melt.
A-Cai, A-Luo, and A-Sang are typical docile types, obedient and well-behaved, never fighting or grabbing, and never crying or making a fuss.
After Lin Chen left, they took care of him.
If Lin Chen doesn't go, they stay quietly and never take the initiative to look for him.
Very well-behaved.
That evening, Lin Chen was lying on a deck chair in the yard, basking in the sun.
He squinted, crossed his legs, and had a blade of grass in his mouth.
The sunshine was warm and felt very comfortable on my skin.
The autumn evening was neither too hot nor too cold, just right, and Lin Chen was about to fall asleep.
Lin Nian'er was lying next to him, holding a small wildflower in her hand, and was sticking it into his hair.
The little girl's movements were very gentle and earnest.
Lin Chen pretended not to know and let her do whatever she wanted.
After Lin Nian'er finished arranging one flower, she tilted her head to look at it, shook her head, picked another flower, and continued arranging.
Before long, Lin Chen's hair was covered with wildflowers.
Red, yellow, purple, white, all sorts of colors, like a flower basket.
Lin Nian'er took two steps back, examined her work, and nodded in satisfaction:
"Daddy is so handsome!"
Lin Chen opened one eye: "Beautiful?"
Lin Nian'er nodded vigorously, her two little pigtails trembling as she did so.
"Beautiful! Like a fairy!"
Lin Chen's lips twitched: "A fairy?"
Lin Nian'er realized she had misspoke, quickly covered her mouth, rolled her eyes, and corrected herself:
"Like a fairy godmother!"
Lin Chen was both amused and exasperated.
What the heck is a "fairy man"?
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang walked in from behind the moon gate.
He was dressed in a black robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and he walked at a moderate pace.
Lin Chen's hair was covered with wildflowers, all sorts of colors, making him look like a mobile garden.
Yuan Tiangang paused, his lips twitched, and he wanted to laugh but dared not.
Then, with a calm expression, he walked up to Lin Chen, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "My lord."
His voice was steady, his expression serious, as if the pile of flowers on Lin Chen's head didn't exist.
Lin Chen sat up, picked off the flowers from his head one by one, and patted the grass clippings off his body.
"What is it?"
Yuan Tiangang said, "The people from the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce have arrived and wish to see our lord."
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and smiled: "You're quite persistent."
This is the third time the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce has sent people here.
Lin Chen didn't get to see him the first two times; Zhuge Liang had sent him away.
Here they come again; it seems they won't give up until they see him.
Lin Chen thought for a moment, stood up, stretched, and his back bones cracked a few times.
"Okay, let's go see him."
Yuan Tiangang nodded and turned to lead the way.
Lin Chen followed, took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back and said to Lin Nian'er:
"Daddy's going out for a bit, be good."
Lin Nian'er was still holding a few wildflowers in her hand. She looked up at Lin Chen and nodded obediently.
"Father, come home soon!"
Lin Chen smiled, turned around and left.
Lin Nian'er watched Lin Chen's retreating figure, looked down at the flowers in her hand, then at Lin Chen's now-empty head, and muttered softly:
"Continue inserting tomorrow."
Then she continued picking flowers, her little face full of seriousness.
Lingbo didn't say anything.
Lin Chen added, "Don't worry, the probability of finding your page is the same as finding someone else's. I won't do anything underhanded."
Lingbo remained silent.
But Lin Chen noticed that her fingers, which were placed at her side, curled slightly.
From then on, every time Lingbo saw Lin Chen flipping a card, she would unconsciously glance at that box.
Then I quickly looked away.
His face still wore that "keep away" expression.
But the tips of his ears turned red.
As for the women in the side courtyard, Lin Chen would visit one of them every few days.
It wasn't because he liked them that much.
It's purely for—a change of pace.
Just like when you're used to eating lots of meat and fish, you sometimes crave some simple porridge and side dishes.
Those women each had their own unique charm.
Ba Tuo Mingzhu is mature and wild, and even his speech carries a wildness of the grasslands.
When she was in bed, she was more proactive than Lin Chen. Sometimes Lin Chen even felt like he had been chosen as the one to have his way.
Unlike her older sister, Ba Tuo Baozhu was lively, cheerful, and loved to laugh and play.
Being with her made Lin Chen feel ten years younger.
Amui is passionate and outgoing. She is of mixed race, with deep-set features and a healthy wheat-colored complexion.
She loves to sing, and sometimes she'll hum a few lines after she's done. Her soft, sweet voice makes Lin Chen's bones melt.
A-Cai, A-Luo, and A-Sang are typical docile types, obedient and well-behaved, never fighting or grabbing, and never crying or making a fuss.
After Lin Chen left, they took care of him.
If Lin Chen doesn't go, they stay quietly and never take the initiative to look for him.
Very well-behaved.
That evening, Lin Chen was lying on a deck chair in the yard, basking in the sun.
He squinted, crossed his legs, and had a blade of grass in his mouth.
The sunshine was warm and felt very comfortable on my skin.
The autumn evening was neither too hot nor too cold, just right, and Lin Chen was about to fall asleep.
Lin Nian'er was lying next to him, holding a small wildflower in her hand, and was sticking it into his hair.
The little girl's movements were very gentle and earnest.
Lin Chen pretended not to know and let her do whatever she wanted.
After Lin Nian'er finished arranging one flower, she tilted her head to look at it, shook her head, picked another flower, and continued arranging.
Before long, Lin Chen's hair was covered with wildflowers.
Red, yellow, purple, white, all sorts of colors, like a flower basket.
Lin Nian'er took two steps back, examined her work, and nodded in satisfaction:
"Daddy is so handsome!"
Lin Chen opened one eye: "Beautiful?"
Lin Nian'er nodded vigorously, her two little pigtails trembling as she did so.
"Beautiful! Like a fairy!"
Lin Chen's lips twitched: "A fairy?"
Lin Nian'er realized she had misspoke, quickly covered her mouth, rolled her eyes, and corrected herself:
"Like a fairy godmother!"
Lin Chen was both amused and exasperated.
What the heck is a "fairy man"?
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang walked in from behind the moon gate.
He was dressed in a black robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and he walked at a moderate pace.
Lin Chen's hair was covered with wildflowers, all sorts of colors, making him look like a mobile garden.
Yuan Tiangang paused, his lips twitched, and he wanted to laugh but dared not.
Then, with a calm expression, he walked up to Lin Chen, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "My lord."
His voice was steady, his expression serious, as if the pile of flowers on Lin Chen's head didn't exist.
Lin Chen sat up, picked off the flowers from his head one by one, and patted the grass clippings off his body.
"What is it?"
Yuan Tiangang said, "The people from the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce have arrived and wish to see our lord."
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and smiled: "You're quite persistent."
This is the third time the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce has sent people here.
Lin Chen didn't get to see him the first two times; Zhuge Liang had sent him away.
Here they come again; it seems they won't give up until they see him.
Lin Chen thought for a moment, stood up, stretched, and his back bones cracked a few times.
"Okay, let's go see him."
Yuan Tiangang nodded and turned to lead the way.
Lin Chen followed, took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back and said to Lin Nian'er:
"Daddy's going out for a bit, be good."
Lin Nian'er was still holding a few wildflowers in her hand. She looked up at Lin Chen and nodded obediently.
"Father, come home soon!"
Lin Chen smiled, turned around and left.
Lin Nian'er watched Lin Chen's retreating figure, looked down at the flowers in her hand, then at Lin Chen's now-empty head, and muttered softly:
"Continue inserting tomorrow."
Then she continued picking flowers, her little face full of seriousness.