The God of War Who Protects the Nation: Starting with Saving a Mother and Daughter in Distress

After learning that Li Qingwan and Shan Bing were pregnant, Qin An felt a heavy weight of concern in his heart.

He did indeed have thoughts of not wanting to go to the battlefield.

He wanted to see his child born with his own eyes.

They also don't want their children to be born without a father.

Even though he is quite confident in his abilities now, anything can happen on the battlefield.

Even the most powerful being cannot guarantee its own survival.

But such a thought only flashed through my mind.

Qin An also knew that there were many things that he couldn't decide on his own.

That evening, Qin An first went to Li Qingwan and Shan Bing's place.

The two of them had been as close as sisters and inseparable before.

Now that they are both pregnant, their bond has grown even stronger, to the point that they are practically inseparable.

When Qin An arrived, the two were leaning against the couch, whispering something.

They stopped talking when they saw him enter and all looked at him. Qin An sat down on the edge of the couch and took their slightly cool hands in his palms.

Li Qingwan interlocked her fingers with his, while Shan Bing placed his other hand on top of hers, and the three of them held hands together.

Looking at their still-flat bellies, Qin An laughed and said, "What do you think this child will look like? If it's a boy, it would be best if he had the strength of Bing'er and the temperament of Qingwan, so he can fight but won't cause trouble."

Li Qingwan smiled, her eyes sparkling, and said softly, "What if it's a girl?"

Without hesitation, Qin An replied, "A girl would be better, either of you would be fine."

The three of them chatted on about the child's appearance, from his eyebrows and eyes to his temperament, and then from his temperament to whether he would study literature or martial arts in the future.

After speaking for a long time, Li Qingwan suddenly stopped laughing, lowered her head and remained silent for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was still gentle, but with a hint of seriousness.

"Husband, go and keep my sister company."

Dan Bing nodded, her tone frank.

"We've had a baby, and my sister must be feeling terrible. It's better for you to talk to her than to stay with us."

Yang Yuyan has been in Beijing for quite some time now, and after spending so much time together, they have learned quite a bit.

It had long been realized that Yang Yuyan had always wanted to have a child with Qin An.

The two women expressed their understanding.

After all, Yang Yuyan is getting older and he doesn't have much time left, so he naturally feels a sense of urgency.

But fate is just so unpredictable.

Yang Yuyan had been desperately trying to conceive Qin An's child, but to no avail.

The younger Li Qingwan and Shan Bing, although they also had this idea, were not in a hurry.

But in the end, the two of them beat them to it.

They could easily imagine how devastating this must have been for Yang Yuyan.

They had genuinely accepted this eldest sister, and now that both of them were pregnant, it was inconvenient for them to serve Qin An, so they simply pushed him towards Yang Yuyan.

Qin An looked at Li Qingwan, then at Shan Bing, both of them displaying the same unwavering certainty.

This made him realize that after having children, they understood Yang Yuyan's feelings even better.

Since they were so generous and open-minded, Qin An didn't stand on ceremony. He stood up, placed a kiss on each of their foreheads, and then went out.

The light was still on in Yang Yuyan's room.

She was sitting at the dressing table, casually combing her hair.

Seeing Qin An push the door open and enter, she paused, turning her head slightly: "Why are you here? My two younger sisters are newly pregnant and need someone to keep them company. Why aren't you with them? What are you doing here?"

Qin An walked over, took the comb from her hand, placed it on the dressing table, pulled her up from the stool, and kissed her without saying a word.

Yang Yuyan was caught off guard by his kiss. She tried to push him away twice but failed, so she stopped struggling.

After a long while, Qin An finally released her, pressing his forehead against hers, and whispered, "They sent me. They said you're feeling unwell."

Yang Yuyan turned her head away, refusing to look at him, her voice as soft as the wind leaking from between her teeth: "What do I have to feel bad about? My husband having an heir is a wonderful thing."

She was only half telling the truth; she was indeed happy that Qin An had an heir.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to suggest that Qin An take a concubine.

But the fact that both Li Qingwan and Shan Bing were pregnant at the same time was another blow to her.

Previously, it might have been possible to attribute some of the cause to Qin An, believing it was his fault.

But now, it turns out that Qin An has absolutely no problems.

She felt that her inability to conceive his child was entirely her own fault.

How could Yang Yuyan feel good about this?

Qin An gently turned her face back, his thumb brushing away the faint wetness at the corner of her eye. Without saying a word, he simply kissed her again.

This time it was slower and more forceful, as if he wanted to etch some words into her bones through his actions.

Immediately, Qin An picked up Yang Yuyan and laid her down on the couch. The brocade quilt sank in, enveloping her in soft folds.

Qin An leaned down and pressed his lips against her earlobe, his voice low and husky, his breath hot: "Believe me, as long as we try harder, you will definitely get pregnant too."

Yang Yuyan's body stiffened slightly.

She turned her head away, her neck forming a delicate arc in the dim candlelight.

Her voice was hoarse, as if something was blocking her throat: "I'm already this old, how can I still..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Qin An's hand slipped under her clothes, the warmth of his palm touching the soft skin of her waist.

The heat made her shiver, and the words that were about to come out of her mouth broke into a suppressed gasp, muffled and stuck in her throat, never able to form a complete sentence.

Yang Yuyan stopped talking, raised her hands from her sides, and groped her way up to his neck, interlocking her fingers behind his neck.

She knew perfectly well that Qin An was trying to comfort her in this way, and she never thought of refusing.

At this moment, Yang Yuyan was even more eager than Qin An.

Deeply provoked, she quickly became somewhat frantic.

Every exchange was carried with an almost desperate intensity.

Clearly, although she said she had no hope, her actions betrayed her true intentions, and she was desperately gambling on that slim possibility.

During this process, Qin An could also deeply feel her longing and felt a pang of heartache.

But he really couldn't say much about this kind of thing.

He could only deliberately suppress his formidable fighting power and use practical actions to fulfill Yang Yuyan's wishes.

……

After a long while, the commotion on the bed gradually subsided.

Yang Yuyan lay limply under the brocade quilt, her hair disheveled, her whole body flushed with a thin layer of red, unable to even lift her fingertips.

Her eyes were closed, her chest was still heaving violently, and she was still panting.

She placed her hands unconsciously on her slightly protruding belly, filled with anticipation.

But soon, Yang Yuyan frowned again.

"It's not enough, it's far from enough. It was the same before, but in the end, it was all for nothing!"

She was already very persistent about this, and she became even more obsessed.

Seemingly sensing something, Qin An pulled Yang Yuyan into his arms and gently kissed her sweaty hair.

His lips brushed against her forehead, his voice low and gentle, as if coaxing a stubborn child: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's not too late for a woman to have a child in her thirties. As long as she hasn't gone through menopause, there is hope."

Yang Yuyan didn't open her eyes, burying her face in his chest, her nose touching his collarbone.

A long time passed, so long that Qin An thought she had fallen asleep, before she softly hummed in agreement.

That "hmm" had a heavy nasal tone, muffled, like someone had been crying, or like someone nodding forcefully.

The two snuggled together, chatting idly.

Just then, a very slight noise came from the doorway.

Qin An turned his head and saw a pair of bright eyes peeking out from the crack in the door.

Cai Zhen was clinging to the door frame, half her head peeking in, her eyes darting around.

There was another person following behind her. Cai Yan tugged at her sleeve, trying to pull her away with a helpless expression, silently mouthing, "Go, hurry up..."

Cai Zhen turned her head and saw that Qin An had already discovered them, so she decided not to hide anymore.

She broke free from her sister's grasp, pushed open the door with an air of nonchalance, and rushed to the bedside. She looked up at Qin An, her lips pursed, and her eyes began to redden.

"Father, I want to stay with you too." Her voice was tinged with urgency: "After you leave, I'm afraid I won't see you for a very, very long time."

Cai Yan stood at the door without turning to leave.

Although she had tried to dissuade her sister before, wasn't she thinking the same thing in her heart?

Since Cai Zhen has already spoken frankly, let's just completely cast aside all our concerns.

Qin An subconsciously looked at Yang Yuyan.

He used to say that his two daughters were still young, but he had to admit that they were gradually growing into young women.

He had some reservations about this and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Yang Yuyan was also looking at him.

There was an indescribable indulgence in her gaze, without jealousy or hesitation, only a magnanimous tenderness.

She nodded gently: "They're probably even more reluctant to part with you than I am. Don't overthink it, just let things take their course!"

As she said this, Yang Yuyan's eyes flickered.

She had just noticed that Qin An was deliberately suppressing himself.

Even so, he was still no match for him.

This led her to a crazy idea: she needed help.

With the help of her two daughters, she could conserve more of her energy and consume more of Qin An's energy.

Qin An and the others had no idea what Yang Yuyan was thinking. After receiving her mother's approval, Cai Zhen cheered, "Mother, I knew you were the best!"

Cai Yan was still hesitating when her younger sister grabbed her wrist and dragged her over, making her stagger.

"Sister, hurry up! If you keep dawdling, Mommy will fall asleep!"

Cai Yan was pulled so hard that she lost her balance and sat down on the edge of the tatami mat, her neck turning red with embarrassment.

She wanted to say something, her lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just lay down stiffly, pressed against the edge of the bed, her body taut like a fully drawn bow.

Yang Yuyan, on the other hand, generously opened her arms and held her two daughters in her arms.

The three of them huddled together, just like they had in that cramped stone house in Baishan Village!