[If There Is Love] (Part 7: Side Story 3) (A Super Incestuous Family)

Chapter Seven (Side Story Three)

Seeing that Ping'er was blocking him from entering, Han Heng had no choice but to go out alone and close the door.

Outside, it was already bright daylight, and the snow in Jingyang showed signs of melting, with a slight

chill in the air.

Han Heng left Ping'er's courtyard and strolled to the ancestral hall. To his surprise, everyone in the family was there. The old master

sat calmly in a chair on his left; his seventh uncle stood beside him, serving him with a beaming smile; his

wives and daughters were also seated below, their expressions varied; even the monk was there, his eyes slightly closed,

still with that unfathomable expression.

Lin Fang turned and saw Han Heng, her face immediately breaking into a smile. She clapped her hands and laughed, "Oh dear!"

"Don't overthink it, the groom is here!" As she spoke, she stepped forward and took Han Heng's hand.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Han Heng blushed, coughed lightly, and stepped forward to greet the old master.

At this moment, Lin Fang tugged at Han Heng and leaned in to ask softly, "Why are you alone? Where's the bride?"

Han Heng replied in a low voice, "She's still inside. I was just about to ask you to go see her."

"What happened? Didn't I tell you to be gentle last night? How come you still made that little girl unable to get out of bed?"

Han Heng felt more embarrassed than ever before, and could only force himself to say, "No, no. Anyway, you should

go see her quickly and teach her a lesson while you're at it." Lin Fang pushed Han Heng and turned to the old man, saying, "Dad, I

'm going to see Ping. This little girl, now that she's a bride, doesn't want to see us." "Hmm,"

the old man's voice was barely audible.

Lin Fang left on her own, and the old master spoke up, "Zhao Qi, after Ping'er serves tea, have Laifu prepare

a feast and send it to our house for lunch."

"Yes, sir, I already instructed Gou'er to take care of that yesterday."

"Hmm, with you here, I have nothing to worry about. By the way, tell Laifu that the wine must be from Ginkgo."

Everyone was clearly taken aback, and Zhao Qi cautiously asked, "Sir, I'm afraid there are only three jars of Ginkgo wine left...

"

"What's it worth? Ping'er is worthy of this wine." The old master's words left no room for argument.

"Yes."

The old master then turned to a monk and nodded, "Master, I know you don't like noise. But today is a

joyous occasion for the Han family, and I hope you

will grant me this favor." Han Heng had expected the monk to refuse, but to his surprise, the monk nodded in agreement. Han Heng was greatly astonished. Although the

monk was not averse to meat or alcohol, his meals were always delivered to his small room, and he had never shared a table with everyone. Today

was truly a case of the sun rising in the west.

As they were discussing this, Lin Fang's voice rang out from afar: "The bride's here!" Everyone turned to look, and

Lin Fang walked ahead, laughing and radiant. Ping'er was being pulled along by her, taking two steps at a time to reach her.

She had already taken off her wedding dress from yesterday, and today Ping'er wore a bright red floral cotton-padded jacket,

dark green trousers, and embroidered shoes. She stood there shyly, her head bowed.

At that moment, the old man's eyes seemed to suddenly brighten, and even the monk opened his eyes, glanced at Ping'er,

and then closed them again, seemingly lost in thought.

Ping'er, experiencing her first sexual experience, was noticeably different from yesterday. A glint seemed to flash in her eyes, her hair was styled in a high bun, revealing her pink ears and snow-white neck, and her face glowed with a rosy radiance

in the cool morning air . Although still small in stature, she already possessed the allure of a woman. 　　Lin Fang led Ping'er to the center of the ancestral hall. Ping'er first knelt down and kowtowed three times to the ancestral tablet. Then she stood up and walked to the old man, knelt down again, and kowtowed three times. Zhao Qi had already brought over a cup of tea, which Ping'er took, respectfully raised above her head, and said softly, "Dad... Dad, please have some tea." 　　The old man sighed and said, "Good, good, good, good child, get up." He bent down and personally helped Ping'er up. Seeing the old man help her up, Ping'er quickly stood up and said, "Grandpa... Dad, I can get up by myself." Then she helped the old man back to his seat. The old man said "good" several times. 　　After serving tea to the old man, Ping'er served tea to Han Heng and her several "sisters"—who were her aunts yesterday. 　　Han Heng watched Ping'er busying herself, his heart filled with emotion. Before last night, this girl was still considered his "daughter." Even on their wedding night, she called him "godfather, godfather." Today in the blink of an eye, "daughter" has become "wife." Although Han Heng had experienced immense pleasure and satisfaction in bed yesterday, looking at Ping'er's petite figure now, he still felt a pang of guilt. 　　That day, Han Heng's family, along with a monk, Zhao Qi, and Fatty Dog, a total of thirteen people, held a banquet in the old master's reception room. Although it was a family feast, the atmosphere was somewhat strange. Han Heng saw that his first wife, Shen Hong, had a somber face, and that his second wife, Li Ling, had cold eyes. He understood perfectly well that he had wronged them and was helpless . This blessing of having multiple wives wasn't so easy to enjoy. 　　Only the old master was in high spirits, drinking with the monk until they were both drunk. Even Zhao Qi and Fatty Dog, who were sitting with him, drank a few more cups. 　　Under the old master's persuasion, Ping'er actually drank three cups of wine. Afterwards, she was too drunk to hold her liquor and leaned weakly against Han Heng's chest. Han Heng could only half-embrace her and hurriedly finish the meal. 　　Time flies in the book, and years are hard to hold back. In the blink of an eye, Ping'er, as Han Heng's wife, had been living in the Han family compound for more than half a year. 　　"Oh dear, my goodness, take it easy. If the master sees this, he'll scold me again." An old woman spread her arms wide, anxiously protecting a little girl like a mother hen. The little girl was happily kicking a shuttlecock, her face pretty, a fine bead of sweat on her nose. The only thing that didn't match was her protruding belly. 　　"Wang Ma, what are you afraid of? Brother Heng said that I need to move around more now." The little girl was a little unhappy when she heard Wang Ma bring up the old master. She said to Wang Ma with dissatisfaction. 　　"Young Master said it's okay to move around more, but he didn't tell you to jump and run around like that! You're over five months pregnant, don't hurt the baby. The other day, Master saw you pushing the iron hoop and he scolded all of us old folks. My little darling, just calm down for a bit, look how much you're sweating, take a rest." 　　Ping'er listened to Wang Ma's endless nagging, and since she was also a little tired, she reluctantly took Wang Ma's hand.

She reclined on a wicker chair under a tree.

"Wang Ma, where did Heng go? He left early this morning, and it's past noon already, why hasn't he come back yet?"

the little girl asked, wiping the sweat from her face with a

silk handkerchief. Wang Ma brought over a plate of chilled bayberries and said, "A group of bald women came down from Tie Tou Mountain in Hexi.

They seem to want to rent our land to build a temple. Young Master went there early this morning, and he

should ." Ping'er pouted and said, "Why didn't Seventh Uncle handle this? Why did Heng go himself

?"

"It's all because of you, my little darling! Master said it's a matter of accumulating good karma, and

the young master is a monk. He sincerely prays to Buddha, hoping to bless you... to give birth to a big, healthy boy!" Wang Ma said, pinching

Ping'er , her wrinkles crinkling with laughter.

Ping'er blushed at Wang Ma's words, lowering her head and shaking Wang Ma's hand coquettishly. Wang Ma chuckled

helplessly , "Alright, alright! My dear aunt, stop shaking me! This old woman's body can't take your

rubbing. As the saying goes, a round belly means a boy, a pointed belly means a girl. Look at your round belly, you'll definitely have a son

!"

Ping'er, though previously carefree and chivalrous, had become somewhat more

restrained , her pregnancy over the past six months had given her a touch of demureness. Hearing Wang Ma's

words, she appeared shy but secretly delighted: if she could give Heng-ge a son, it

would be a way to repay the kindness of her husband and Heng-ge in raising her. Thinking of this, even the scorching sun seemed insignificant.

Han Heng was somewhat displeased. Today, the sun was so pleasant to be out in the house. But last

night , for some reason, Old Master Han had suddenly summoned Han Heng to personally inquire about this matter. Zhao Qi

had already made all the arrangements, but now he had to start all over again. Breaking ground is no small matter, especially since

the Han family head was personally involved, so many things needed to be rearranged. Han Heng had barely uttered a few words of objection when the old man glared

at him, leaving him with no choice but to reluctantly agree.

And so, he'd been busy all morning. He'd rushed out in the morning, not even having a proper breakfast, and

had a hasty lunch, but the sweltering heat hadn't given him much of an appetite.

After , he sent his entourage home to explain everything to the old man, stealing a few moments of leisure

to wander around the town and clear his head.

Just as he turned a corner, he heard someone calling him from behind: "Young Master, Young Master, please wait!"

In Huichun Town, he was probably the only one called "Young Master. " Han Heng turned around and

saw Fatty Dog running towards him, panting. "Young Master, Young Master, it's great to see you! I haven't seen you come to

town these past few days."

Han Heng smiled at Fatty Dog and said, "Laifu, with your build, can you even run?"

"Hehe, I can't help but be excited, Young Master." Fatty Dog was a little shy.

"You should really start losing some weight. Have you been taking the medicine I prescribed on time?"

"Yes, yes. Twice a day, once at nine o'clock and once at six o'clock. My wife has prepared it for me." Fatty

Dog hurriedly replied.

"You've taken the medicine, but you've probably been eating a lot of meat too, haven't you?" Han Heng squinted and asked.

"Hehe, I can't control myself, I can't control myself." Fatty Dog scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Be careful, Uncle Qi might sew your mouth shut one day when he gets angry." Han Heng said helplessly.

The fat dog chuckled ingratiatingly. After a while, Han Heng asked, "What? Why did you stop me? Do you have something good to offer

me?"

"Hehe, you really guessed right, young master. Yesterday, the boy at home caught some fresh fish in the river. I

cleaned and brought them to the yard. There's also a bottle of wine from under the maple tree. It's hot, have some to cool off."

"Not bad, not bad. It's been a long time since I've tasted your cooking. You old rascal, when we were studying medicine together

, I never saw you so dedicated. All you can do is make these kinds of things."

"Sigh... With you ahead of me, young master, it's no use no matter how well I learn." The fat dog sighed and said, "

Besides , I don't like those grasses and flowers, and I can't stand the smell of Western medicine's disinfectant. Being a cook is better, I like it

... Young master, don't tell my father about these things, or he'll definitely beat me with a stick again." The fat dog suddenly stopped

talking , as if he remembered something, and frowned as he gave a warning.

Han Heng laughed heartily, patting Fatty Dog on the shoulder, "Don't worry, we don't need

to talk like this." He turned to leave, glancing back as he went, "Anything else? If not, I'm

leaving ."

"Young Master, don't rush," Fatty Dog caught up, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and lowering his voice,

"This is a prescription Master sent the day before yesterday. He wants me to brew a few doses and deliver them to Ping'er in the courtyard. Take a look?"

Han Heng was taken aback, taking the prescription with a puzzled look, and asked, "My father's prescription?"

"I don't know, that's why I brought it for you to see."

"Three qian of perilla, one qian of mugwort... Hmm, that's my father's handiwork." After saying this, he stopped

, focusing intently on the prescription. After a long while, he looked up and said, "The prescription is correct. Brew it according to the instructions. But

when you deliver it, it must be 70% hot; too cold or too hot won't work."

"I see!" Fatty Dog slapped his thigh, "My old man said the same thing when he brought it."

"Hmm." Han Heng nodded. "My dad will definitely give instructions; he's so cautious with medicine."

Fatty Dog waited a while, and seeing Han Heng deep in thought, he asked, "Then I'll just brew it as instructed?"

"Sure." Han Heng answered casually, then suddenly turned to look at Fatty Dog, his gaze intense. "You little rascal, do you

think there's something wrong with the prescription my dad sent?"

Fatty Dog said sheepishly, "How could I... I was just worried it might be that monk's prescription."

Han Heng said with a wry smile, "Don't be suspicious. It's a good prescription; I doubt I could write

one myself. Just follow it."

"Alright, then I'll go get busy."

"Yeah." Han Heng agreed, then turned back after a few steps. "Oh, by the way, Laifu, someone sent over

a big freezer. You can bring it over and use it."

Fatty Dog's face lit up with joy, but then he became hesitant. "That's too much trouble. I'll just use it in the yard

."

"Alright, stop with the nonsense. There's a small refrigerator at home; just go get it when I tell you to. What's wrong with this?"

"Enough with the nonsense." Han Heng feigned anger.

"Fine! I'll go with my son in a bit. Hehe!" Fat Dog rubbed his hands excitedly.

Han Heng felt a bit tired after Fat Dog's antics, so he turned north, preparing to go home.

On the way, Han Heng thought to himself: Dad really puts in a lot of effort; his skills are still there, but this might attract gossip again

. But then he thought of his love for Ping'er, and he really felt helpless.

(To be continued)

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