The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity-Chapter 480 - 447: I Don’t Approve of Proposing Marriage in Person (Part 2)
After Song Yuanbao returned to his room, Song Wei sat under the lamp for a while, waiting for Wen Wan to finish her bath. He asked her, "What do you think about Yuanbao’s situation?"
Wen Wan sat down on the stool, holding a dry towel to dry her hair. She paused for a moment after hearing the question, "It sounds quite unreliable, but Yuanbao is already fifteen, not a child anymore. He has his own ideas, and kids at this age are prone to rebellion. If we stop him, I’m afraid the consequences will be unimaginable."
Song Wei had already been considering this issue.
Fifteen is just the age when one starts to understand, prone to rebellion, still doesn’t understand what responsibility is. He met the girl just once today and said he wants to marry her, clearly based on first impressions, not because the girl is so good, and certainly not because she can accompany him through the mundane days in the decades to come.
If they decide on the engagement out of impulsiveness, and in the next two or three years he meets another girl or his tastes change, and he doesn’t like the fiancée as much, he could easily walk away, but the girl would be paying with her reputation for a lifetime. Even if he is forced by the engagement to marry her, they are likely to become a resentful couple.
"I don’t agree with proposing this year."
As the father who has raised him, Song Wei has to consider his son’s future.
"But he is now in high spirits and may not be willing to listen to his father’s words."
During the day when Yuanbao mentioned Ye Ling, the light in his eyes was something Wen Wan had seen very clearly, a reaction that only a young boy experiencing first love would have.
Wen Wan felt that if anyone tried to stop him right now, Yuanbao would fight them desperately.
Song Wei nodded, clearly having considered this, "Tomorrow, when the Eldest Prince comes to the Divine Soldier Bureau, I’ll have a talk with him privately and ask him to help persuade Yuanbao. He doesn’t listen to me, but he should at least listen to the Eldest Prince a little."
After saying this, Song Wei shifted his attention to Wen Wan, asking if she was feeling unwell today.
Wen Wan shook her head, a hint of sweetness rising in her heart.
Every day when he comes back, no matter how tired he is, he never forgets to ask about her condition during the day, afraid that there could be a problem with the baby.
He asks tirelessly, and Wen Wan doesn’t find him annoying.
Song Wei softly reminded, "It’s good that you go out for a walk during the day, but don’t walk for too long. Remember to bring a maid with you, and if you experience a leg cramp, find a place to sit down and let her massage it. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere else, don’t force it, and don’t hide it from the family. Call for a doctor immediately."
Wen Wan looked at his features, made more profound and mature by the lamplight, and suddenly smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" Song Wei asked.
"I was thinking about what Yuanbao said just now."
"Hmm?"
"Kids’ words are quite interesting." Wen Wan curved her lips, "He said the girl just happened to grow into the kind of person he wants to marry. I was wondering, am I the kind of person Mr. Song wants to marry?"
Song Wei poured tea into a cup, his face showing relaxed ease amidst his busyness. The clear tea rippled in the cup, he looked up at her, "So curious?"
Wen Wan nodded vigorously.
Song Wei paused, bringing the teacup to his lips, "Then you just stay with the Song family well, maybe you’ll inadvertently discover it someday."
Wen Wan thought about it and said, "What if I never find out? Wouldn’t I have to wait until we’re both old and grey?"
Song Wei took a gentle sip, his wide sleeve just covering the faint smile on his lips.
Wen Wan pursed her lips, indeed, young people have a nicer way of speaking, while her older counterpart here is dull and uninteresting.
While speaking, Wen Wan’s hair was almost dry.
She put down the towel, feeling sleepy, she yawned and asked Song Wei if he wanted to rest.
Song Wei said he still had some official business to handle, telling her to go to sleep first.
With a little one in her belly, Wen Wan couldn’t stay up late, so she didn’t wait for Song Wei and went into the inner room herself, changed into her pajamas, and climbed into the warm bed.
When Song Wei turned off the lights, Wen Wan was actually aware, but she was too sleepy to open her eyes.
In a drowsy state, it seemed as if Song Wei whispered in her ear: "Wasn’t it last year on the painting boat, when Mother-in-law didn’t tell you that she had entrusted you to me when you were three?"
Three years old?
When did this happen? Why can’t she remember it at all? Wen Wan thought.
Soon, she couldn’t tell if the words were spoken by Song Wei in reality or if they were said by someone in her dream. Anyway, she had a very strange dream afterward.
She dreamed of a little girl running and crying at the same time, the weather was very cold, the ground was slippery, and there was ice on the grass and trees around. She would fall after a few steps, and a big brother quickly caught up to support her. His voice was clear and youthful as he told the girl, "Wanwan don’t cry, come home with big brother, my home has lots of delicious food and fun things, all for you."
The little girl didn’t listen, shrugged him off, and continued running forward. The road was really too slippery, and she ran too eagerly. Not paying attention, she actually ran onto a frozen lake, and without stopping, she fell right into an icebreaker ahead.
Wen Wan didn’t understand why she felt so empathetic towards the little girl in her dream. She thought, perhaps it’s because the dream was her own, so the sense of immersion was stronger.
Upon opening her eyes, the sky outside was just beginning to brighten. The sadness of the little girl in the dream seemed to linger in her chest. Wen Wan took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
Song Wei was awakened by her slight movements and asked, "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"
Wen Wan instinctively touched her abdomen. It was calm, and she hadn’t experienced any major reactions since becoming pregnant.
Shaking her head, she vaguely remembered the low murmur she heard last night, bit her lip, and decided to ask Song Wei, "Husband, did you say something to me last night?"
Song Wei leaned against the headboard, looking at her, "I said more than a sentence to you last night. What are you referring to?"
Wen Wan rubbed her forehead, a bit embarrassed, "I must have mixed up the dream."
Song Wei was more concerned about her condition, "Are you sure you’re not feeling unwell anywhere?"
With such things, Wen Wan couldn’t possibly hide from him, so she shook her head again, "I just had a strange dream."
"A strange dream?" Song Wei seemed interested, urging her to lie down and talk.
It was still early, and it wouldn’t interfere with his time to go to the government office. So, Wen Wan obediently lay down and told him about the little girl in her dream.
Song Wei listened quietly the whole time. When she finished, he asked, "You didn’t see clearly what the people in the dream looked like?"
Wen Wan thought carefully but couldn’t recall, "Forgotten."
Moreover, the people in dreams are always blurred, so how could she see their appearance clearly?
Seeing Wen Wan’s reaction did not seem like she was lying, Song Wei guessed that probably her mother hadn’t told her the specifics of the past, so he didn’t bring it up voluntarily. He gave an objective evaluation of her dream, "As the old saying goes, ’Daytime thoughts manifest in dreams at night.’ It seems you long for protection, hence dreaming of such scenes."
Wen Wan didn’t comment. Every time she was pregnant, she felt an extreme lack of security.
She only felt inexplicably at ease when he returned safely from the government office every day.
Wen Wan didn’t speak anymore, and her small face exposed outside the quilt had an indescribable tranquility.
"Wanwan." Song Wei looked at her for a moment, then spoke slowly.
"Hmm?" Wen Wan was almost asleep, but she responded casually when she heard him speaking.
"When your parents planned to go to Ningzhou, they left you a sum of money, which is in the Money Shop at Xuande Square. I never told you till now."
Wen Wan slightly raised her chin to meet the man’s gaze, "My parents left that?"
"Yes."
"Was it when Lu Yanqing was just exiled, and the two of us went to the tea house to meet them, and my father called you out alone to give it to you?"
Song Wei nodded again.
"It should be quite a lot, right?" Wen Wan murmured, "Does that mean they didn’t leave much for themselves?"
Song Wei wasn’t clear about how much silver they took to Ningzhou, but considering that Yan Li was already in the womb, they wouldn’t neglect their son. "I didn’t tell you initially because, at that time, you didn’t know they were your biological parents, and I was afraid you’d become suspicious. Later, I felt I could still support you, but I thought over and over, you have the right to know about this money. I will give you the Money Shop token later, and you can use the money however you want."
"Let’s save it for now." Wen Wan didn’t feel she needed money, "When the children grow up, there will surely be many expenses, especially when it’s time for Yuanbao to marry. We can take it out for emergencies then."
Seeing Song Wei wanted to speak, Wen Wan preemptively stopped him, "Don’t tell me that the money left by my parents is just mine. You just said you could support me, so I don’t need that much money. It’s better to use it where it’s needed, and after all, you yourself said I could use it however I want."
Song Wei was at a loss for words, then laughed softly, "Are you sleepy? If you are, go back to sleep for a while."
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Song Yuanbao stayed home and went to the Divine Soldier Bureau with Song Wei.
Zhao Xi was very punctual. When the father and son arrived, his horse also just reached the gate of the Divine Soldier Bureau.
After exchanging greetings, the three entered the gate one after another.
Seizing the moment while Song Yuanbao was walking ahead, Song Wei told Zhao Xi about last night’s events and asked Zhao Xi to help persuade Song Yuanbao.
Zhao Xi’s gaze fell on Song Yuanbao’s back ahead. He had long guessed that this fool wouldn’t give up so easily. He didn’t expect that after just one meeting, this fool would be proclaiming his intention to marry the girl.
Hearing Song Wei’s request, Zhao Xi curled his lips, "Rest assured, Minister Song, I will advise him to think thrice."
"In that case, many thanks to Your Highness." Song Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
