Siheyuan: After becoming a traitor, first let the Huai Ru River overflow its banks.

"Take good care of yourself during pregnancy and give birth to the baby."

Li Jianjun is now the deputy factory director, and he has the authority to approve Lou Xiao'e's leave slip.

Lou Xiao'e nodded. She was now more than five months pregnant and her belly was already showing; it looked quite large.

Even Li Jianjun felt something was wrong.

"This...isn't a five-month pregnant belly?"

Although he, a grown man, rarely paid attention to women giving birth, this unusually large belly still caught his attention.

“I went for a checkup, and the doctor said it might be twins.”

This made Li Jianjun extremely happy. It was one thing to have children, but to have twins was another.

"Xiao'e, you're amazing."

Li Jianjun cupped Lou Xiao'e's face and pressed his lips directly onto hers, making Lou Xiao'e feel embarrassed.

That evening, Li Jianjun took Lou Xiao'e to her parents' home and brought them many gifts.

Lou Xiao'e's family doesn't lack these things, but this is a small token of his appreciation as a father.

Poor Lou Bancheng and his wife didn't even know that the child's father was Li Jianjun, and kept praising Li Jianjun for being too polite.

Lou Xiao'e's family still lives in a two-story house, which is rare even in the entire city of Beijing. Lou Xiao'e's reputation as a "half-city" is well-deserved.

"Jianjun, thank you for bringing Xiao'e back."

Lou Bancheng thanked Li Jianjun profusely. Now that Lou Xiao'e had a child after the divorce, Lou Bancheng still thought it was Xu Damao's.

"Sigh, Xiao'e just won't listen to advice. You've already divorced Xu Damao, what's the point of having a child?"

Li Jianjun tried to persuade him.

“Grandpa Lou, I shouldn’t be saying this. But I feel that there are two lives at the very least.”

Lou Bancheng had already noticed that Li Jianjun and his daughter's relationship was a little too intimate.

But Lou Xiao'e wouldn't admit it, and there was nothing he could do.

Li Jianjun made an excuse that it was too late and went straight home.

That night, Li Jianjun tossed and turned, unable to sleep; he was excited.

Having lived two lives, and becoming a father for the first time, how could he not be happy?

In addition, he was also considering another matter: arranging for Ran Qiuye to work at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Ran Qiuye had at least graduated from junior high school, so finding a job in a factory would be a piece of cake for her.

.........

It's almost the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year.

This is considered a major festival for people from the north.

The Little New Year is also part of the Lunar New Year celebrations, and at this time of year, children start setting off firecrackers.

On this day, all households begin to spread wheat straw on the ground, some will cook dumplings, and others will buy sesame candy to worship the Kitchen God, praying for wealth in the coming year.

On this day, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill was closed for the day.

Li Jianjun's parents are both deceased, and he has no siblings, so he naturally goes back to his maternal grandmother's house.

However, because of the awkward contact he had with his aunt Sun Hongli last time, Li Jianjun didn't dare to go back.

But during this holiday, every family is happily reuniting to celebrate the Little New Year, so he has no other choice.

Li Jianjun rode his bicycle through the wind and snow to reach his maternal grandmother's house.

As in previous years, all four aunts spent the Lunar New Year at their maternal grandmother's house.

Logically speaking, since both my aunts are married, they should be spending the Lunar New Year at their husbands' homes.

Considering that his maternal grandmother had no sons and that Li Jianjun's eldest mother had passed away, the four aunts decided to spend every Lunar New Year's Eve with their elderly mother.

When Li Jianjun arrived, his four aunts had already made dumplings, bought sesame candy, and prepared offerings for the sacrificial ceremony.

The road was slippery due to the snow, and Li Jianjun fell several times while riding his bicycle, getting his cotton-padded coat soaked.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw my aunt busily preparing in the small kitchen she had set up outside.

"Auntie, I'm back."

Li Jianjun called out to her from afar, and Sun Hongmei glanced at him casually after recognizing his voice.

"Jianjun, you silly boy, why is your cotton-padded coat all wet?"

"You're still covered in snow, you must have slipped and fallen on the road."

General Li nodded, his hands almost frozen.

Sun Hongmei stopped cooking, blocked the coal stove, and went inside to find a military overcoat.

Li Jianjun took off his soaked coat and then put it back on.

"You silly child, you didn't even bring a raincoat when you came."

"Don't go over there, it's very warm in this small kitchen. Why don't you dry your clothes on the coal stove?"

Just as Li Jianjun was about to leave, his aunt Sun Hongmei pulled him inside, where a pair of warm hands grasped his.

"Your hands are so cold, child..."

Sun Hongmei, just like when he was a child, grabbed his hand and warmed it up, but this was clearly not enough to make it warm.

Sun Hongmei treated Li Jianjun like family, putting his hand directly into her bosom.

"Come on, let Auntie warm you up."

That sensation immediately stimulated Li Jianjun's brain...

Although she's almost forty, Sun Hongmei doesn't look old at all, and her hands are still soft and smooth. Most importantly...

Li Jianjun was very close to his aunt, and he could smell her unique milky scent...

Although he is no longer breastfeeding, his aunt's embrace is undoubtedly a safe haven for Li Jianjun.

When he was little, whenever he had a fever or was sick, his aunt would hold him all night long. That warm feeling is still unforgettable.

"Auntie...you're so good to me..."

When facing his aunt, Li Jianjun felt more like he was facing his mother.

In his previous life, he was an orphan and did not experience much parental love.

"Silly child, you were raised by your aunt. If she doesn't treat you well, who else will she treat well?"

These heartwarming words made Li Jianjun want to cry.

"Auntie..."

Li Jianjun's memory flashed by, but the scene of Sun Hongmei taking care of him when he was a child was still vivid in his mind.

It can be said that the entire province was able to survive entirely thanks to my aunt.

"Your hands are fine, but look at your shoes, they're soaking wet. Take them off quickly."

It was inappropriate for Li Jianjun to take off his shoes in the kitchen, but the fact was that his shoes were indeed soaked.

"Go into the inner room and take off your shoes. When you're not cooking, put your shoes next to the coal stove."

The aunt still tried to consider Li Jianjun's feelings, completely unaware that the child she had raised had grown into an adult.

"Second sister, is it ready? Mom said we'll start eating when Jianjun arrives."

Sun Hongmei was warming Li Jianjun's hands when her aunt Sun Hongli suddenly ran in. When she looked up and saw that it was Li Jianjun, her face turned red to her neck.

Last time, Li Jianjun and she were both drunk, and in a daze, they ended up sleeping in the same bed...

Even now, Sun Hongli feels as if her face is burning whenever she sees Li Jianjun.

Chapter 277 Wang Qingshan

Sun Hongli had already stepped one leg in and her eyes had fallen on Li Jianjun. It was too late to back out.

So I had no choice but to say hello.

"Jianjun is here..."

That dry, uninspired statement was completely unlike Sun Hongli's personality.

Sun Hongli and Li Jianjun usually fight whenever they meet; they're like sworn enemies.

They were used to this, so it was naturally strange that the two of them were being so polite all of a sudden.

"Jianjun, when did you start speaking so formally?"

"And fifth brother, why is your face so red?"

The astute Sun Hongmei seemed to have sensed something.

"It's nothing, sis, you're overthinking it."

Li Jianjun's hands were warm enough that he withdrew them when he saw that the time was right.

"Auntie, you keep cooking, I'm going to check on Grandma."

When Li Jianjun came, he brought two boxes of peach shortbread for his grandmother, and now he naturally wanted to show them off.

That day, Li Jianjun had a reunion dinner with his four aunts and maternal grandmother, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

During this time, Sun Hongli ate her meal quietly and rarely spoke.

Occasionally, she would lift her eyelids and look at Li Jianjun with an unnatural gaze.

Women are sensitive, and Aunt Sun Hongmei became suspicious. Even Grandma felt that something was wrong with this youngest daughter.

After Li Jianjun left, Sun Hongmei and her grandmother kept asking Sun Hongli questions.

"You brat, what's wrong with you today?"

As the youngest daughter in the family, Sun Hongli has always been the most lively and beloved by her older sisters, but she is also the least talkative.

"Oh dear, I told you, it's nothing, it's nothing. Why don't you guys believe me?"