What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

"Then promise me you won't do anything, and I won't go back."

Fang Qingzhu slapped away the other person's restless hand.

"Relax, don't you know your man? He always means what he says."

Upon hearing what the other party said, Lin Chang'an's face lit up with joy, and he carried the woman to the bed.

"Pah, you mean one and do two."

Fang Qingzhu rubbed his head: "Put me down, I need to wash up."

Lin Chang'an smiled and put the woman down, saying, "Make sure you shower and smell nice."

Fang Qingzhu rolled her eyes at him, pinched his waist, and walked away.

After washing up, the woman wore Lin Chang'an's oversized T-shirt, her long hair draped over her shoulders, like a lotus flower just emerging from the water.

Lin Chang'an leaned against the headboard, looking at the woman's slender figure, and couldn't help but swallow.

As soon as Fang Qingzhu lay down on the bed, he immediately moved closer, pulled the woman into his arms from behind, buried his head in her long hair, and took a deep breath.

Then his hands started to wander...

Fang Qingzhu felt weak all over and gently pushed him away, but she couldn't resist his passion.

She could only let him be, and couldn't help but make soft noises.

"No... Chang'an..."

She grabbed Lin Chang'an's hand, panting, and said:

"Can we wait a few more days? After I go to the hospital for a checkup and make sure the baby is okay, I'll ask the doctor if we can..."

Lin Chang'an stopped.

"Then help me..."

"You're a pervert! I don't want to!"

Fang Qingzhu's face instantly turned red. She raised her hand and punched him lightly, but her eyes were filled with a shy look.

"But you promised me that day..."

Lin Chang'an leaned in and bit her earlobe, saying something.

"I mean... I'll only agree to let you have sex with me if I'm sure it's a son."

Fang Qingzhu bit her lip, her voice barely audible.

Lin Chang'an immediately said, "Then let's go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow!"

Fang Qingzhu shook her head: "I have to go to work tomorrow."

"What's the point of attending that lousy class? I'm not going." Lin Chang'an said, moving his hand.

Fang Qingzhu was a little out of breath and said helplessly, "Okay...okay...okay, I...I...I can...take leave, right?"

"That's more like it!"

Lin Chang'an rolled over. "Then you should help me first today..."

"I won't..."

Fang Qingzhu snorted, but before she could finish speaking, she immediately changed her words.

"...Oh...okay, okay, okay, I'll help you, please don't..."

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The next day, the two went to the hospital for a check-up early in the morning.

Registering, queuing, and undergoing examinations – a whole morning has passed by in the process.

However, when Fang Qingzhu asked the doctor whether the child was a boy or a girl, the doctor said that new regulations now prohibit gender determination.

However, this was no problem for Lin Chang'an. After secretly slipping a red envelope, he received an answer he already knew.

As the two left the hospital, Fang Qingzhu, seeing his mischievous grin, lightly punched him.

"Lin...Chang...An! What are you laughing at? That's disgusting!"

"What, I have a son now, so I can't smile anymore?"

Lin Chang'an pulled Fang Qingzhu into his arms, leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, his tone full of smugness.

"Hmph, I'm ignoring you!"

Fang Qingzhu struggled symbolically for a moment, but still obediently leaned against him, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turning up slightly.

After a while, she looked up at Lin Chang'an and said, "By the way, I've thought of a name for our son."

Lin Chang'an looked down at her.

Fang Qingzhu's eyes were full of expectation: "Lin Kangping, may you be safe and sound, and healthy. What do you think?"

Lin Chang'an nodded, softly uttering the name he already knew.

He suddenly remembered the death of his son in his previous life, but he didn't know what had happened.

However, now that he has been given a second chance at life, he will absolutely not let any tragedy happen again.

The prenatal checkup results were all good, and Fang Qingzhu was in a good mood.

But when she met Lin Chang'an's lecherous eyes, she panicked immediately.

"Chang'an, our wedding is just around the corner. You and Uncle San discuss what else needs to be arranged before the wedding. I won't be visiting you for the next few days."

Lin Chang'an chuckled as he looked at his wife's shy expression.

"How can you be so annoying?" Fang Qingzhu said, then asked Lin Chang'an to take her home.

Lin Chang'an escorted her home, and before parting, he whispered in her ear, "So, you promised me you'd save it for our wedding night...?"

"rogue!"

Fang Qingzhu snorted, pinched his waist, and ran home.

Lin Chang'an lit a cigarette, took a greedy drag, and left.

……

West of the city.

Xiliu Street.

Changjiang Hair Salon.

The shop owner sat at the door, smoking a cigarette as he handed out bills.

Business today has been terrible. I've only made three sales since we opened.

I gave her two buzz cuts and then permed a woman's hair; the total cost was only about 50 yuan.

Just as he was pondering whether he should close the shop and go get some food, an old man swayed and walked up to him.

The old man was in his sixties, with a slightly hunched back and a thin, wiry frame.

He was wearing a faded blue cloth jacket, his trousers were stained with mud, and he looked filthy. He was clutching an old cloth bag tightly in his hand.

"Grandpa, are you getting a haircut?"

"Hmm, a haircut, and a beard," the old man said in a muffled voice.

Customers are welcome to come through the door; even the smallest business is still money, and every little bit counts. It's better than sitting around waiting.

The shop owner stubbed out his cigarette on the ground, stood up, and went into the store.

The old man followed him in, looking around the barbershop.

"Please sit down, sir."

The boss adjusted the chair, turned around, and took out razors, clippers, and other such tools from the cabinet.

The old man sat there motionless, seemingly reserved.

The shopkeeper worked quickly and efficiently, the clippers buzzing as he finished shaving the old man's head in no time.

He then applied a hot towel to the old man's face, waited a while, wiped the razor, and shaved his beard.

The old man didn't say a word the whole time; he just squinted his eyes as if he were asleep.

After about ten minutes of fiddling around, the job was done.

"Grandpa, it's done."

The boss rocked the chair.

The old man then opened his eyes, looked at himself in the mirror, touched his beard, nodded, and praised, "You shaved it quite clean."

"Five yuan will do." The shopkeeper put away his tools and smiled.

The old man grunted in agreement, bent down to pick up the cloth bag at his feet, placed it on his lap, slowly untied the rope, and looked for money inside.

After a while, instead of taking out money, he pulled out a crumpled photograph.

Unfolding the photo, the old man compared it to the boss's face, his dazed eyes shifting, no longer displaying the leisurely demeanor of before.

"Your name is Wang Qingpeng, right?" (Everyone hasn't forgotten this person, right? @_@)

The old man's voice was hoarse but powerful, carrying an undeniable certainty.

The boss's easygoing demeanor instantly froze.

His smile suddenly turned cold, and his hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the razor.

Before he could react, the old man pulled a black pistol from his cloth bag and pointed it at the boss...