Chapter 8 I am the father of Aunt Yan's two children
With a nervous heart, Lin Han went on a shopping spree in the mall for the whole day.

Mainly buying some new furniture, bedding, pots and pans, and some small household appliances.

By the way, I also went back to the house that Jiang Mengyan had rented before, packed her luggage and brought it to her new home.

Jiang Mengyan was stunned by the sight of the newly purchased things being delivered to the newly rented house in large and small packages.

"Why...why did you buy so many things?"

"Are they a lot? Aren't these all for daily use?"

While making the bed, Lin Han replied: "I'm going home tonight to tell my parents about you and the child.

There are a lot of furniture we bought that need to be installed and they are very heavy, so please leave them alone for now and be careful not to get tired. I will install them when you come back tomorrow."

"Are you going to tell your parents now?"

Jiang Mengyan asked softly.

"Of course, I can wait, but you and the little one in your belly can't wait any longer."

Lin Han turned his head and looked at Jiang Mengyan who was a little worried. He put down the work in his hands and gently held her hand:
"I know what you're worried about, you really don't have to worry.

My family is a very ordinary family. My mother works in a textile factory and my father is a retired teacher. They are both ordinary workers.

If they knew that their son married a university professor, they would probably lament how you could have the heart to choose me.

Don't worry, they will like you and our two children very much.

As for me, if I really want to talk seriously, I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to go to your house to propose marriage."

Lin Han smiled bitterly.

"It's not easy to pass... the child is more than four months old, what else can they... what can they say...

It doesn’t necessarily mean that a child should be born without a father…”

Jiang Mengyan's eyes moved and she complained softly:
"By the way, this is for you."

Jiang Mengyan reached out her hand, took out a key from the pocket of her home clothes, handed it to Lin Han, and turned her head away awkwardly:
"You...you keep it. This is the key to our...our house."

The sound was as thin as a mosquito, but Lin Han still heard it clearly.

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth:
"Yes, the key to our house."

"…It's annoying, hurry up and go, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Knowing that Lin Han repeated it on purpose, Jiang Mengyan pushed him out of the bedroom in an angry manner and slammed the door shut.

A few seconds later, another crack opened:
"…When will you be back tomorrow?"

A pair of big, watery eyes appeared through the crack in the door.

"It won't be too late. Didn't we agree to take you to have a prenatal checkup?"

The door snapped shut again.

Shaking his head helplessly, Lin Han put the key in his pocket and prepared to go home.

When they got home, Zhao Qiuhong was putting the dishes on the table, and Lin Guodong was sitting on the sofa next to them watching TV.

Damn it, how come Dad actually came back on time.

Lin Han's mouth twitched.

I had originally thought I could get away with it and fight off a women's singles match.

Now it seems that it will become a mixed doubles match.

"Hurry up and wash your hands, and come over to eat first."

Hearing the door open, Zhao Qiuhong shouted at Lin Han who was standing at the door.

"I know, Mom."

It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.

Lin Han washed his hands resignedly and sat down at the dining table.

"Is there something you want to tell us? You'll be going to school in a couple of days, and mom made something nice for you."

Zhao Qiuhong noticed that her son seemed to be worried, so she picked up several pieces of pork ribs for Lin Han.

Let's talk about it after dinner. Lin Han was thinking, Zhao Qiuhong nudged Lin Guodong with her elbow. She spoke first:
"Lao Lin, do you still remember what I told you about Xiaoyan?"

"Remember? Of course I don't remember. Have you found that damned man?"

Um? Got some melon to eat?
Lin Han immediately became interested and interrupted while eating:
"Mom, which Xiaoyan? What's the matter?"

"And who is Xiaoyan? It's your Aunt Yan. Your mother doesn't have many good friends in her life. Your Aunt Yan is the first one."

Zhao Qiuhong said.

Lin Han naturally knew the Aunt Yan that his biological mother was talking about.

A few years ago, when Lin Han was still in junior high school, Zhao Qiuhong went on a business trip to Jinghai and her bag was robbed. Her cell phone, ID card, documents, and wallet were all lost.

Zhao Qiuhong got so angry that she fainted on the side of the road. It was Aunt Yan who sent her to the hospital, paid the medical expenses, and took care of her for several days.

Zhao Qiuhong got married early and had children early. When she had Lin Han, she was only twenty years old, and she looked very young in her thirties.

Aunt Yan was more than ten years younger than her. She had just started working at that time and was a teacher in Jinghai. The two of them got along well and became good friends.

In Lin Han's memory, Aunt Yan would send things from Jinghai every year.

Sometimes it is delicious local specialties, sometimes it is beautiful new stationery, and sometimes it is fashionable clothes for my mother Zhao Qiuhong.

Zhao Qiuhong would always remember to send some of her homemade food and specialties to Aunt Yan.

Although we haven't met many times in the past few years, our feelings have never broken.

"So, what happened to Aunt Yan? What did Dad say about that damned man?"

"I get angry when you mention this."

Zhao Qiuhong spat:
"A few months ago, Xiaoyan came to Donghai on a business trip. Because she was unhappy at work, she went to a bar to drink. As a result, she was raped by a bastard and got pregnant.

Xiaoyan is also a bit stubborn. Your father and I both advised her to abort the baby, but she refused. She said that the baby is also a life, and that it is a fate between mother and child, and she has to raise the baby alone."

At this point, Zhao Qiuhong slammed the table twice in frustration:
"Xiaoyan called me this afternoon and said that she had been transferred to Donghai for work and that she had found that scumbag and that he was willing to take responsibility.

But Lao Lin, guess what? That scumbag hasn’t even graduated yet, he’s still a student! "

Zhao Qiuhong became angrier as she spoke:
"Whose blind parents would raise such an irresponsible little bastard? He got a woman pregnant while still in school! If this were my son, I would break his legs!"

Lin Han:……

Cold sweat began to break out.

Why does this plot sound more familiar the more I listen to it?
If it's a coincidence, the similarity is too high...

A catastrophic guess flashed through Lin Han’s mind.

"What's that expression on your face, you little brat?"

Zhao Qiuhong finished speaking in one breath and looked at Lin Han:
"I'm telling you, if you do such a beastly thing, I'll chop you up and throw you into the reservoir to feed the fish."

"...Mom, well, I have a question. What's Aunt Yan's full name? Jiang Mengyan?"

Lin Han swallowed and asked with difficulty.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you that before?"

Zhao Qiuhong looked at Lin Han strangely.

"Well, Mom, if I say that I am the father of Aunt Yan's two children..."

Zhao Qiuhong, who had just slammed the table in anger, stopped for a moment, and Lin Guodong also looked up at Lin Han.

The air suddenly fell into an almost eerie silence.

"Lin Han, even if you take this kind of thing as a joke, it's too reckless.

You are already in graduate school, do you still need me to teach you this? Or do you think it is glorious to say this? "

Lin Guodong spoke slowly with a cold face, his previous warmth gone as he stared at Lin Han.

It's over, the first thing dad does is call out my name.

But the words have been spoken, and no matter how much hesitation there is, there is no way to take them back.

(End of this chapter)