Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Chapter 539: Chapter 532: Yearning in Vain

Since neither the soon-to-be dad nor the soon-to-be mom had yet recovered—the former in spirit and the latter in body—Sisi resigned herself to the role of chauffeur, determined to double the amount of the red envelope in the future.

The test results indeed confirmed the pregnancy, and it was already nine weeks along. Yang Shu turned to stone as soon as he got the lab report, while Sisi couldn’t be bothered to disturb his dumbfounded happiness.

Although Shangguan Qing didn’t turn to stone, he was close to it, and Sisi had no choice but to dutifully bundle these two fools back to the Yang Family’s grand courtyard, given their conditions, they definitely needed someone by their side!

The pregnancy filled everyone in the Yang Family with overwhelming joy. Although the Yang Family already had many great-grandchildren, this one was special—a treasure regained.

It was precisely because of this specialness that Shangguan Qing’s girl grew up surrounded by a thousand spoils, and even hung out with Du Du and little leopard, developing a domineering disposition that caused Shangguan Qing and Yang Shu endless headaches.

When Sisi had a chance, she also visited Anping, who was now the leading surgeon at Kyoto Hospital with a bright future ahead of him.

Anping still carried himself with the same gentle elegance of his younger years, like a true gentleman and a refined scholar. With age, time’s patina only added to his masculine charm, making him as magnetic as ever and capturing the admiring gazes of those around him.

This was evident from the starry-eyed looks of the young nurses, a clear sign of Anping’s popularity in the hospital.

The arrival of Sisi instantly put the nurses on high alert, especially when they saw Doctor Zhong, who rarely smiled, beaming with joy. These girls, who normally did not get along, suddenly banded together with a shared purpose, setting off a Level 12 alert.

Sisi brought Anping Granny Zhao’s handmade dumplings filled with his favorite shepherd’s purse and pork filling, a whole lunchbox full, just in time for his midday meal.

Anping was very happy to see Sisi; as it was the lunch break, he took her to the garden where it was cooler.

Sisi and Anping sat in the garden, chatting about Zhong Anmei, Zhong Ankang, and some amusing incidents from their childhood, bursting into laughter from time to time.

"Time really does fly. In the blink of an eye, we’ve all grown up. An Ping, An Kang, and An Mei are all married with children. You need to hurry up too!"

Zhong Shaobai and his wife were at their wits’ end worrying about their eldest son’s marriage. After graduating, Ankang had returned to work in Shanghai and got married last year, meaning they already had a grandchild. As for Anmei, she married Shangguan Qing three years ago, followed him into the military, and now lived in Guangzhou, with a son nearly three years old.

But staring down thirty, Anping hadn’t even dated anyone. Were they not supposed to be anxious?

However, Zhong Shaobai and his wife, unlike other parents constantly pressuring their child, were anxious but unwilling to coerce their son. In his presence, they even advised Anping not to rush, to take his time!

But behind their son’s back, they shared their worries with Tian Manjin and Zhu Aiqing many times!

That’s why Tian Manjin called Sisi, enlisting her help to talk some sense into Anping.

"Talk to Anping seriously. Career is important, but so is marriage. To be approaching thirty without seeking a partner—he doesn’t plan to become an old bachelor before starting to look, does he? By then, it might be too late to have children."

So Sisi took her father’s message to heart and came to talk to Anping, but she only spoke out of duty. After all, marriage was something one must decide for oneself. No amount of persuasion from others would help, and besides, Anping was only twenty-nine. He wasn’t old at all, was he?

Anping just smiled faintly after listening to Sisi, continuing to slowly eat his dumplings, occasionally spearing one with a fork to offer it to Sisi, who didn’t hesitate to eat it. This was something they often did when eating together as kids.

And those few nurses who pretended to be taking a stroll in the garden were about to have fire in their eyes!

Doctor Zhong was actually feeding that woman dumplings!

Doctor Zhong’s smile was so tender!

Who is this woman?

Sisi had long noticed those sneaky nurses and figured they must be admirers of Zhong Anping.

Sisi nudged Zhong Anping’s hand and quietly pointed behind them. Zhong Anping only glanced back before turning away, paying no attention to those nurses.

"Ah Nan, I’m going to the United States to study in October, for two years," Zhong Anping suddenly said.

To the United States?

Sisi smiled happily, patted his shoulder, and said, "An Ping, congratulations, you’ll definitely become the best surgeon in the future."

"By the way, Jianguo is studying for his graduate degree in the United States, and my uncle is also there. When you go there, you can get in touch with them. It’s always easier with people you know around. I’ll copy the addresses for you!"

While speaking, Sisi took out a notebook from her bag and wrote down the addresses of Jianguo and Mu Xiuzhu in the United States, and cheerfully handed it to Zhong Anping.

Zhong Anping had surgery scheduled for the afternoon, and Sisi didn’t want to keep him too long. She gave him the Qiong Wine she had brought, as the most important thing for a surgeon was to have a strong body. She sincerely hoped that in this life, Zhong Anping could have a robust body and not rely on constant medication like in his previous life.

Holding the Qiong Wine, Zhong Anping watched Sisi’s departing figure, entranced. Over the years, he had thought about finding a girl to spend his life with.

But whenever he tried to approach other girls, Sisi’s smiling face and those fair little legs would surface in his mind, drifting through his thoughts countless times.

Zhong Anping smiled ruefully, knowing he couldn’t have her yet remaining so steadfast. Perhaps he was the silliest fool in the world?

Hong Bo was right; he really should let go of this obsession.

Sisi wandered slowly out of the hospital. This hospital was the best in the Capital City, with a particularly high number of visitors every day, and it was common to see some blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners.

Upon exiting the hospital, due to the heat, Sisi parked her car under the big tree in front of the hospital, so the car wouldn’t get as hot as a steamer.

She had only walked a few steps when she heard a crowd ahead, talking amongst themselves, with a lot of incomprehensible foreign language mixed in. Although it was a bit far away, Sisi could still understand—they were speaking English.

The person asking the questions was a young Caucasian man, different from the typical blond-haired, blue-eyed Caucasians. This man had black hair and brown eyes, and if not for his pale skin and distinctive features, one might think he was Chinese at a casual glance.

The man was very tall, wearing a T-shirt and beach shorts, with a backpack, supporting a companion who looked pale and weak. His companion, on the other hand, had blond hair and blue eyes, about the same age as him, a handsome boy, but he seemed to be in poor condition, leaning weakly on the man who was speaking.

Sisi could tell at a glance that the man’s companion must have had heatstroke. The man insisted on asking the surrounding crowd "Where is the hospital?" However, at that time, the Capital City had not yet reached the point where everyone spoke English, so no one really understood him, and everyone shook their heads with embarrassment. Some kind-hearted people even told him to go look for the police.