The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 665 Yan Jiangshan is discharged from the hospital

Kang Kang was the first to speak, "Dad, just tell us what day it is today. We really can't remember."

An An also spoke up, "Dad, what kind of day is today?"

"Today is a very important day." Yan Bei said. "Today is your mother's birthday."

An An and Kang Kang both showed surprised expressions on their faces.

An An: "So today is Mom's birthday."

"Of course." Yan Bei responded.

An An and Kang Kang looked at Shen Qing together, "Happy birthday, Mom. May you be happy every day."

Shen Qing also turned around and looked at the two little guys, "Thank you."

Kang Kang pursed his lips and said, "Mommy, this is our fault. We even forgot your birthday. But you've never celebrated your birthday before, so we didn't take it too seriously. We promise to remember it and never forget it again."

"It's okay. It's mom's fault for not telling you." Shen Qing said.

An An said sensibly, "Mom, we didn't remember your birthday. How can it be your fault? This is our fault."

Shen Qing and Yan Bei smiled from the bottom of their hearts when they saw how sensible the two children were.

. . . . . .

After returning home.

An An and Kang Kang were very surprised when they saw the layout of the scene.

"Mommy, what's going on?"

Shen Qing curled her lips and said, "This is the birthday scene your father arranged for your mother."

"Wow, this is so beautiful." Kang Kang exclaimed.

Yan Bei smiled and said, "When you grow up, you must give your wife such a nice arrangement!"

"Yeah, I want to be like daddy."

Shen Qing and Yan Bei began to clean up the scene.

After finishing the cleaning, Shen Qing said, "Okay, let's all go to bed early!"

After she settled An An and Kang Kang, she returned to the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed, looking at Yan Bei, "Stop looking at your phone and go to bed early. Don't you have to pick up dad tomorrow?"

"Uh-huh."

"I won't go with you. I'll stay home to welcome Dad back." Shen Qing said.

"it is good!"

. . . . . .

the next day.

Before Yan Bei went out, he called Liu Xiaopeng.

"Brother, Dad is discharged from the hospital today. I'll pick you up and go to the hospital together."

"no problem."

After saying that, Yan Bei hung up the phone and walked out of the villa. Yang Jian was already waiting at the door.

Yan Bei got in the car directly and said, "Let's go and pick up my brother first."

"Okay, Mr. Yan."

Yang Jian started the car and headed to Liu Xiaopeng's house.

Liu Xiaopeng quickly packed up and waited for Yan Bei downstairs. He was also very excited to hear that his father was discharged from the hospital today.

Soon Yan Bei picked up Liu Xiaopeng and went to the hospital together.

Sunlight, like tiny shreds of gold foil, shimmered across the city's asphalt streets. A black Bentley drove steadily and majestically down the driveway. Inside, Yan Bei wore a perfectly tailored black suit, every line of which radiated the coolness and authority of a dominant CEO.

He frowned slightly, but his eyes couldn't hide his inner anticipation and excitement. His brother, sitting next to him, was equally impressive, dressed in a dark blue suit, exuding maturity and composure. Though their expressions differed, they shared the same sentiment.

Yan Bei's fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the car window. The image of his father recovering in the hospital bed kept appearing in his mind, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

"Brother, do you think Dad will be especially happy when he sees us picking him up?" Yan Bei suddenly spoke, his voice filled with childish eagerness. Liu Xiaopeng smiled at him and said, "Of course. Dad has been looking forward to this day for a long time."

The car arrived at the hospital quickly. Yan Bei and Liu Xiaopeng strode into the inpatient building, their steps steady and powerful.

The surrounding nurses all looked sideways, stunned by their powerful aura. Arriving in front of his father's ward, Yan Bei took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door.

In the ward, sunlight filtered through the white curtains, gently casting a shadow on my father's bed. He was sitting beside the bed, looking energetic and with a long-lost smile on his face.

Yan Bei rushed over, tightly holding his father's hand, his voice trembling slightly: "Dad, you're finally okay. We're all looking forward to taking you home."

Liu Xiaopeng also walked forward, patted his father's shoulder gently, and said, "Dad, let's go home."

The father looked at his two sons, his eyes full of relief and love: "Okay, okay, go home. With you around, Dad will recover faster."

Yan Bei carefully helped his father pack his clothes, while Liu Xiaopeng went to handle the discharge procedures.

In the hospital corridor, Yan Bei and his brother supported their father, one on each side, with firm and warm steps. The surrounding patients and their families cast envious glances at them, as if they were witnessing the most beautiful family portrait.

As we walked out of the hospital gate, the sun was shining brightly. The car Yan Bei had already arranged was parked quietly at the door.

He opened the car door, helped his father into the back seat, and then he and his brother got in. The car started slowly and drove towards home.

Yan Bei leaned back in his chair, looking at his father's peaceful face, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart.

He secretly vowed to work harder in the future to give his father a better life and protect this warm home.

The elder brother sat quietly by the side with a determined look in his eyes, as if he was also silently planning for the future of the family.

Yan Jiangshan sat in the car, looking out the window at the familiar mansion, his heart filled with emotion at having survived a disaster. His time in the hospital seemed like a long, dark dream, and now he could finally return to this peaceful harbor.

The car slowly stopped, the door opened, and Yan Jiangshan slowly got out of the car with the help of his assistant.

The breeze blew gently, ruffling his gray hair.

The gate of the villa creaked open, and Shen Qing and Uncle Liu were already waiting there.

Shen Qing, wearing a light blue cheongsam, came up gracefully like a blooming orchid.

Her eyes sparkled with concern and joy, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly in a gentle smile.

"Dad, you're finally back." She said softly, her voice like a spring breeze, with a hint of warmth.

Uncle Liu, the housekeeper, dressed in a neat black suit and meticulously combed hair, walked quickly forward with a sincere smile on his face. He took the cane from Yan Jiangshan with both hands and said respectfully, "Sir, welcome home." His voice was steady and powerful, as if announcing the return of the family's pillar of support.

They accompanied Yan Jiangshan slowly into the villa, one on each side. Warm light shone from the house, illuminating the way forward for them and also illuminating Yan Jiangshan's heart, which was full of relief at the moment.