Chapter 1111 - 323: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (6)_2
So, Wang Haoran, being the head honcho at the Celestial Craft Workshop in the State Capital, is indeed one of the very impressive men at the external pavilion of the Celestial Craft Workshop. But the surprising part is that the child is taking his wife’s surname, both surnamed Bu? This is really odd and even exceeds Yuchi’s basic judgment of these kinds of situations.
Feng Zhaoyang’s response was quite simple: "Because he’s similar to me. I sort of had some health issues, and couldn’t have a child myself. Otherwise, if I did have a child with my previous wife, then the child would follow my wife’s surname, not mine."
"That’s called being generous."
After Feng Zhaoyang finished speaking, he looked rather smug, took another sip of his drink, squinting his eyes slightly, genuinely moved by his own generosity. Yup, he really is a very magnanimous person, completely indifferent about such matters. Great!
Yuchi: "..."
Generous my foot, this is the outcome of being a live-in son-in-law, isn’t it? The kids don’t even take your surname! But as Feng Zhaoyang explained, he was quite shocked to realize that Wang Haoran, just like Feng Zhaoyang, also became a son-in-law in someone else’s family. No wonder Bu Tingyue followed her mother’s surname.
"City tricks?" The words flashed through Yuchi’s mind.
Even seeing this happen once was surprising enough, let alone seeing it twice simultaneously.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Zong, you might not comprehend this; this isn’t about city tricks, it’s actually a very normal phenomenon."
Yuchi: "Normal phenomenon? Don’t try to fool me, I didn’t read much."
"Haha, I certainly won’t deceive you."
Feng Zhaoyang explained to Yuchi: "Fellow Daoist, think about it, if you had a huge family and a treasured daughter, but when it was time for her to get married, you found out that no other family was a match for yours. That is, your family is immensely powerful."
"In such cases, you would invite a live-in son-in-law whose requirements wouldn’t be too high; as long as he can have children, it’s fundamentally just for continuing the lineage. Then, perhaps to consider the child’s feelings, you’d casually assign a role to the live-in son-in-law."
"In my case, I’m the Sect Leader of the Legendary Sect."
"In Wang Haoran’s case, he’s the Pavilion Master at the Celestial Craft Workshop in the State Capital. It’s all quite similar."
"So for us, life is easy. Anyway, they don’t think much of us; we can just muddle through, as long as we don’t make mistakes, and listen to the words of the elders from our wife’s family."
"From the wife’s family’s perspective, we’re merely puppets, and the family itself remains intact."
"Thus, our outcome is favorable, and so is theirs. We all have a bright future."
Yuchi believed it, really took it to heart, realizing that this indeed seemed to be the case, and recalling having seen similar situations before in Xufu Town long ago, back when Bai Rou’s family, which was reportedly composed of courtesans, was also quite powerful, and just casually invited a live-in son-in-law.
At that time, the live-in son-in-law was even worse off than Feng Zhaoyang and Wang Haoran, with no chances of even going out to have fun, stuck within the Bai Family.
So it seems that Feng Zhaoyang and Wang Haoran are actually quite lucky.
"So, that’s how simple the situation is. I wonder why Fellow Daoist suddenly asked about this situation? Why did you suddenly inquire about Wang Haoran and Bu Huoran?" Feng Zhaoyang slurped some noodles, puffing his cheeks and said, "It can’t possibly be that the so-called big shot behind Lanlan is him, right?"
He showed an utterly disbelieving look, and Yuchi had prepared a metaphorical green hat in advance, firmly placing it on Feng Zhaoyang’s head, earnestly saying, "Stay strong."
Feng Zhaoyang: "..."
After a pause, his demeanor became even more shaken.
"No way?!"
"Is Wang Haoran actually backing Lanlan? Don’t deceive me; you said you didn’t read much, but I really didn’t read much either. How could Lanlan be backed by him? Where did you gather such information?"
Feng Zhaoyang, wearing the metaphorical hat, lost all interest in eating, staring at Yuchi in shock.
Yuchi felt a twinge of sympathy for Feng Zhaoyang; this man’s fate seemed rather miserable. After finally warming up to a girl, it turns out this girl is such a person... He then relayed the events of last night to Feng Zhaoyang, though a slightly shortened version, only recounting the main process.
After finishing, Yuchi continued eating his noodles contentedly, mindful not to let them soak too long as they’d lose their taste. The somewhat undercooked noodles were chewy and enjoyable.
"Anyway, Feng Zhaoyang definitely needs time to calm down; he probably can’t within a short period."
"Take it slow."
"The world of adults is like senior sisters, none is free from being greasy."