Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

"Do you guys have one?"

Song Yun stretched out his hands, thumbs up at each other, with a more intense smile on his face.

Huang Baoding's old face flushed with embarrassment, hastily waving his hands as he said, "Our relationship is very pure, boss, don't overthink it."

"Damn, how dull."

Song Yun waved his hand and walked away.

But who would have thought, Huang Baoding, a man with a heart of stone, could also fall for someone—Captain Yang sure is impressive!

"Honey, honey! What do you think about this dress?"

Ye Qingqing called out loudly from inside a shop.

Song Yun hurried over, looked at a red dress, and nodded: "Good taste, worthy of being my Song Yun's woman."

"Ugh, so greasy."

Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes at Song Yun, took the dress, and compared it against Wen Shu's body, leaving Wen Shu stiff and unsure of what to do.

"Wen Shu, this dress suits you a lot; go try it on and show me," Ye Qingqing said, pushing Wen Shu into the fitting room with the dress.

When Wen Shu came out again, Song Yun's eyes lit up. Wen Shu originally had an ethereal air about her, like a fairy untouched by worldly matters, but after changing clothes, she seemed to have an added cheeky charm.

"Does it look good?"

Ye Qingqing, with a beaming smile, pushed Wen Shu in front of the mirror.

Wen Shu had never worn such revealing clothes before. In her village, she was the holy maiden, always wrapped up tightly, even wearing clothes to sleep, as showing skin in public was considered disrespectful to the gods.

But now, her arms were showing, and so were her thighs; Wen Shu was quite uncomfortable.

However, as soon as she looked up and saw herself in the mirror, her eyes widened in surprise!

Was that really her?

The girl in the mirror was filled with vibrant vitality, her figure's beauty perfectly highlighted by the dress—it was as if the dress was custom-made just for her.

"Wen Shu, this dress is also pretty nice, go try this one on," Yuan Siyi said, picking out another dress and following Wen Shu into the fitting room.

In the end, Ye Qingqing waved her hand and directly bought over a dozen dresses, asking the shop to deliver them to Hua's villa.

The shop manager looked at the large bill with delight—these beautiful women had all chosen the latest styles. Just these dozen-plus dresses equaled the sales of an entire week!

The three ladies continued shopping in the mall. Ye Qingqing and Yuan Siyi came today specifically to give Wen Shu a makeover; at this moment, Wen Shu was like a cloth doll, crazily pushed by the two women to try on one outfit after another.

Later, Song Yun could clearly see the light disappearing from Wen Shu's eyes, so tired that she didn't even want to speak.

"We've shopped quite a bit today, let's head back," Song Yun suggested.

At these words, Wen Shu nodded frantically. She couldn't fathom how the seemingly frail Yuan Siyi and the pregnant Ye Qingqing could withstand walking so much—the distance they covered today could rival the effort of holding a prayer ceremony she would typically conduct!

Even though Ye Qingqing pouted, looking like she hadn't had enough, seeing Wen Shu's eyelids start to fight each other, she finally agreed to leave.

Upon returning to the Hua Shou Villa, Song Yun found that his old man was already back.

"You're quite the lucky guy."

Song Bu chuckled as he embraced his son. Ever since Song Yun disappeared, his own condition had been extremely unstable, often in a state of irritability, so he took his people and wiped out more than ten of the organization's local sites!

Now, seeing his son safe and sound, Song Bu felt very reassured.

"Dad, why do you say the same thing as mom?" Song Yun murmured discontentedly.

"You little rascal!" Song Bu said with a laugh, taking Song Yun into the study and speaking, "Ugly Bull has already returned to the organization with Monkey. According to the message from Ugly Bull, Rat Son is dead, and the organization's tentacles are all starting to retract. They probably won't make any big moves these days."

"What about Mo Huanqing?"

"Well..." Song Bu smacked his lips, not knowing how to answer, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "I waited at home for you, left and right, and when you didn't come back, I took some people to look for you. When we got there, we only found Ugly Bull, who was close to death, and the frantic Mo Huanqing."

"This poor kid, his memory was completely twisted by the organization, always shouting 'master' this and 'master' that."

"After treating Ugly Bull, he planned to take Mo Huanqing back, but on the way something triggered an emergency in Mo Huanqing, who suddenly became lucid, opened the car door, and flew out. According to Ugly Bull, the road they were on was a one-way mountain road—any carelessness could have sent you off a cliff, yet Mo Huanqing still did it."

"By the time Ugly Bull and Monkey went down to search, they didn't find any body. Mo Huanqing had completely disappeared."

After listening, Song Yun also sighed. Mo Huanqing, he really was a fool, and truly infatuated.
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He was even willing to risk his life for love!

"Sigh..."

Song Yun sighed again and said no more.

The father and son sat in the study in silence for quite a while before Song Bu spoke up, "Come with me to see your grandfather tomorrow. While we're at it, let's invite your uncle to have a meal together and discuss the construction of the ancestral hall."

"Okay."

...

Tonight, Yuan Siyi was also staying at the Hua Shou Villa. After a lively reunion dinner with a bunch of people, Song Yun curled up with Ye Qingqing and went to sleep.

The next morning, Song Yun felt something damp on his arm. When he opened his eyes, he realized that his wife was drooling in her sleep, probably dreaming of something delicious.

"Lazybones, time to get up."

Song Yun patted his wife's bottom. Hey, don't tell me, but the feel—it's gotten even better!

Ye Qingqing, not pleased, covered Song Yun's mouth and grumbled with her eyes closed, "Ying Ying said that pregnant women need to ensure they get enough sleep! That way the baby will be healthy!"

"All right, all right!"

Damn, using Captain Yang to press down on me, can't provoke her, can't provoke her—the word of a pregnant woman is law, I dare not even ask why.

Song Yun got dressed and, after washing up, began heading downstairs to prepare breakfast.

When he finished cooking, Wen Shu, with dark circles under her eyes and looking out of sorts, wandered down. The silly girl must have been caught up in her thoughts—she missed a step and nearly tumbled down the stairs. If Song Yun hadn't been quick to catch her, she'd probably have ended up with a battered face today.

"Did you not sleep all night?"

"Yes..." Wen Shu murmured shyly, holding her head down, "Those clothes were too pretty... I looked at one after another, and by the time I came to my senses, it was already daylight..."

Indeed, women all love beauty! Even a young village girl just out of a mountain village is no exception!

"Those clothes are all yours, who else could snatch them away!"

"Hehe... it's different, it's different. I've lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have my own clothes, hehe..."