The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity-Chapter 615 - 581: A Premonition? (Third Update)

When Song Wei arrived at the study in the outer courtyard, he unexpectedly saw his two sons there.

Song Yuanbao had not yet finished the homework assigned by the scholar, and at this moment, he was writing furiously, while Jinbao sat on a high stool beside him, swinging his legs and eating snacks, occasionally making a crisp "crunch" sound with his little mouth. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Seeing this scene, Song Wei’s expression warmed. He walked over and tapped Jinbao on the head. "No eating in the study room, yet you eat so recklessly."

The door to the study was ajar, and Song Wei had entered without making a sound. Jinbao only realized his father was there now. It was too late to hide his snacks, so he tried to smile broadly to be cute and also offered the snack wrapped in oil paper to Song Wei.

Song Wei glanced down, seeing it was a pack of crispy fried broad beans, but he did not take it. "It’s so late, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Jinbao pointed at Song Yuanbao, who was still focused on his homework, and said, "Waiting for brother."

After Song Yuanbao moved back, Jinbao also loved his brother’s summer-cool and winter-warm big cool bed. At just four years old, he was already staying in the outer courtyard with his brother, waiting every night for Song Yuanbao to finish his work before sleeping together.

Song Wei turned his gaze to his eldest son.

In the past, Song Yuanbao would start his homework as soon as he returned, and it would be about time to rest at this hour. It was rare to see him still writing when it was bedtime like today.

Moreover, since Song Wei entered, he seemed unaware, not even looking up, and his hand hadn’t stopped moving, clearly racing against time.

Seeing this, Song Wei did not disturb him and took Jinbao to the adjacent small room to sit.

Song Yuanbao knew his father had come by. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to greet him, but he was genuinely pressed for time.

In the evening after school, he was pulled out for a gathering by the enthusiastic Lin, which made him come back late, and even now, he hadn’t finished his homework.

Actually, staying up late wasn’t a big deal for him. The problem was that little Jinbao insisted on waiting up for him to sleep every night. While he could endure it, Jinbao could not, so Song Yuanbao employed the extraordinary speed he used in the Study Room to answer questions, fully immersing himself in the sea of problems, not allowing stray thoughts to distract him. That was why when Song Wei came, he didn’t say a word of greeting.

Such behavior might seem impolite if it were anyone else, but Song Yuanbao knew well that Song Wei was broad-minded, not someone who would become upset over trivial matters.

Indeed, Song Wei understood him, which is why he took Jinbao away, so the little one wouldn’t keep crunching and disturbing Song Yuanbao.

Now, the father and son sat in the small room, and Jinbao calmed down completely, no longer eating snacks, just fiddling with his fingers on the table.

When Jinbao was younger, he would act spoiled in front of Song Wei, but as he grew older, he no longer clung to Song Wei, using his little acts of coquetry only with Wen Wan, behaving particularly well in front of his father.

Song Wei sat for a while without hearing him speak a word, so he started, "Finished your homework?"

Jinbao nodded repeatedly.

Song Wei glanced at the snacks on the table, "Eat less of those; they’re not good for your health."

Jinbao still nodded repeatedly.

Song Wei rarely saw him like this, a trace of curiosity filled his eyes, "Done something wrong?"

Jinbao started to nod, then quickly shook his head, "No."

Song Wei had a guess. He shifted to sit beside him and asked gently, "Still thinking about the teacher’s situation?"

This time, Jinbao did not deny it.

Although his mother made perfect sense, that a teacher should live like a normal person, just thinking that Xu Manman would disappear after the teacher recovered made Jinbao inexplicably sad.

Seeing the reluctance in his son’s eyes, Song Wei did not directly criticize him but instead said, "Actually, Mr. Xu has always envied you."

"Envies me?" Jinbao looked into his father’s eyes, his little face filled with confusion.

Song Wei nodded, "Yes, he envies how you can run, jump, speak freely, and express your joys and dislikes so clearly, envies how you can eat whatever you want. And for him, to save time, most times he only has porridge, needing Ah Gui to feed him spoonful by spoonful, otherwise he wouldn’t make it to teach you."

As Song Wei spoke, he glanced at his son’s reaction.

Seeing him furrow his little brows in thought, Song Wei continued, "If one day, he could eat the meat he wants, reach what he desires, turn around and run when in danger, without worrying about being caught in a moment, and not be laughed at for slow movements, would you give him that chance?"

The more Song Wei said, the more Jinbao felt the teacher was quite pitiful. He pressed his little mouth, "Can those two brothers really cure the teacher?"

Song Wei raised his hand, straightened his collar, and said, "Whether he can be cured or not, we won’t know until we try."

"Alright then."

Jinbao sniffed and leaned his side against Song Wei’s arm, rubbing his face against it.

After finishing his homework, it was already the time of an incense stick’s burning. Song Yuanbao stood up, stretched his neck, and hearing voices from the next room, took a step towards it.

Inside, there was light, and Song Wei seemed to be saying something to the little one, but his voice was too low to hear clearly.

Seeing Song Wei personally tidying the little one’s collar, Song Yuanbao seemed to see his younger self, and his expression softened. He called out from inside, "Jinbao, aren’t you sleepy yet?"

Hearing the sound, Jinbao immediately turned his head, and upon meeting Song Yuanbao’s gaze, he stood up, opened his arms, and ran outside with his short legs.

Song Yuanbao, worried he might trip, picked him up and mumbled, "Haven’t held you for a few days, and you’ve gained weight again."

After bidding farewell to Song Wei, he took his younger brother back to the room to sleep.

The Study Room quietened down, and only then did Song Wei walk in to start handling official duties.

Since he had just been transferred to the Taichang Temple, he needed to adapt to the new environment at the new government office. The rituals and ceremonies of the Taichang Temple had to be memorized quickly, so several hefty books were still waiting to be read.

Song Wei, known for his meticulous work ethic, would easily immerse himself in books, leading to him reading until the latter half of the night.

There was no snowfall tonight, and the wind outside was not strong.

When Song Wei realized how late it was, he initially planned to stay the night in the Study Room, but then thought better of it, as the room was too cold and the bed was unheated, meaning he might not fall asleep until dawn.

Closing the thread-bound book, he rubbed his long, frozen fingers, and as he stood up, extinguished the candle with tweezers, then walked quietly towards the inner courtyard.

This was a time when all should have been silent, yet as Song Wei entered Qingteng Residence, he faintly heard a baby’s crying.

His first instinct was to look towards the main room.

The lights in Wen Wan’s room were out.

She was exhausted tonight, and since the West Wing was a distance from the main room and Qi Bao’s crying was soft, it was unlikely that Wen Wan in the inner chamber, or even the maids on night duty in the outer room, could hear it.

Song Wei stood at the courtyard gate for a moment, then turned towards the West Wing.

Nanny Qin was already holding Qi Bao, gently patting the baby’s back to soothe her to sleep.

Qi Bao’s crying had softened, yet continued.

As Song Wei entered, he glanced at Nanny Qin, who was holding the child with her back to him, and asked, "What’s going on?"

Nanny Qin, not expecting his arrival, quickly turned around. Finding it inconvenient to bow with the child in her arms, she directly said, "In response to Master, night crying in children is quite normal, just a bit of soothing and she’ll be fine."

As she spoke, a blush appeared on her face, "This maid needs to feed the young lady; I ask Master to..."

Before she could finish, Song Wei had already stepped out of the West Wing door, due to his concern for his daughter’s situation, he didn’t go far, but stood outside, where the clear moonlight stretched his tall figure even longer.

It was uncertain how much time had passed before Nanny Qin’s voice was heard from inside, "Master, the maid has finished feeding."

Some words, when spoken during broad daylight, have a vastly different effect than when spoken in the quiet of night.

At night, people are naturally in a sensitive state, and words with even the slightest hint of flirtation can easily lead to fanciful thoughts.

Moreover, inside was a young nursemaid with a full figure.

If it were any other man, his thoughts might have wandered.

Unfortunately, Song Wei was not any other man; he did not enter the West Wing again, but instead asked through the door, "Is Qi Bao asleep?"

"Just fell asleep." Nanny Qin’s voice was thin and soft.

Song Wei breathed a sigh of relief, leaving behind a sentence, "If anything happens, inform the main room immediately, don’t conceal it."

Before the person inside could say anything else, he had already stepped towards the main room.

As he removed his robe and climbed into bed, he was surprised to find Wen Wan was awake.

Song Wei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Still awake?"

"Waiting for you." Wen Wan replied casually, her gaze fixed on him as she seemingly asked nonchalantly: "Handling official business until now?"

Song Wei truthfully replied, "I’m not yet familiar with the Taichang Temple, there are many books to read."

"Oh." Wen Wan lowered her eyelashes.

From this brief syllable, Song Wei sensed a dismissive undertone; he didn’t hurry to lie down, instead reached out to lightly scratch her nose, "Who’s making you upset?"

Wen Wan sighed, "I wouldn’t dare, just feeling gratified that my husband has such great charm."

These implicitly pointed words, if Song Wei couldn’t detect their implication, then the seven or eight years of marriage would have been in vain.

"Did you sense something?" His eyes locked onto hers, his expression serious.