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"Mother, this is the Yamen. I live in the back. If there are cases to handle, I usually go to the county office to hear them. If not, I generally go out to inspect."
Yang Yichen walked while introducing his life to Wen Family, who gradually learned about their son's daily activities and what he was up to.
Hearing about the more complicated cases at Midnight made her anxious for her son, wondering how he could better resolve the issues. If he encountered someone pitiful, tears would follow.
However, she was ultimately satisfied with her son's actions: "This is how it should be. I haven't educated you much since you were young; it's my fault."
The most important childhood moments were absent from her life, leaving her son to grow up alone, a bittersweet history filled with regret.
Yang Yichen shook his head; perhaps it was those life experiences that shaped who he was now: "Mother, it's alright. This is what I should do. Your safety is my support."
In their conversation, they had already arrived at the Yamen. They passed through the main hall and the back office area to reach the accommodation area where only the County Magistrate typically resided.
As for the Deputy Magistrate and County Constable, they were arranged separately in nearby locations outside the Yamen.
Wen Family, in middle age, had a graceful figure, and any faint wrinkles on her skin were negligible. She exuded a gentle aura that stunned the officials and Yamen Guards in a place filled only with rough men.
In Linyi County, they had seen all kinds of women, but Wen Family was different; her gentleness radiated from within, and her every smile felt like a warm spring breeze.
"Sir, this is—"
"This is my mother; she will stay at the county office for a while."
"Uh!" A few men immediately straightened their postures: "Welcome, madam. Please feel free to let us know if you need anything." The Yamen Guards were young, some only in their teens, and in Wen Family's eyes, they seemed like juniors, similar in age to Yang Yichen.
Their silly expressions made her laugh: "You fellows can go now; I'll call for you if needed." They meant no harm; they were just a bit surprised.
Yang Yichen didn't mind and instructed the others behind him to quickly find some servants. With his mother here, he couldn't let her stay with these rough men like himself.
While Wen Family enjoyed the respect and affection from those at the county office, another man—who also played an important role in giving Yang Yichen life—was constantly regretting.
Originally, he should have shared in some of this glory; however, he did not. Yang Yichen never gave him a chance. Even news about his high school achievements reached him through others' mouths as if adhering strictly to routine while his son ignored his existence.
Even discussions about the father-son relationship in Biqi Town are quite rare.
Given people's nature for gossip, it is impossible not to mention the events happening with the Yang Family.
Anyone with such an outstanding son would never easily give up, especially someone like Yang Bingshan, who has spent most of his life in business and exudes intelligence.
Since Yang Yichen took office in Linyi County, he has held back his feelings upon hearing the news, initially trying not to cause trouble for his son. But now? He can no longer contain himself.
He rummaged through his belongings to find what he considered his best clothes, grooming himself. The man in his thirties transformed from his previous lethargy, radiating the charm of a mature man.
With renewed spirit, he seemed no different from before, except for the slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a slimmer physique, which did not detract from his attractiveness.
When he stepped outside, the young women and wives turned their heads to look at him.
Yang Bingshan suddenly felt more confident as he climbed onto the mountain cart and headed towards Biqi Town.
Time flowed slowly. The atmosphere at the county office where the Wen Family arrived was completely different from before. A group of masters were stimulated by Yang Yichen, focusing all their energy on work. As for meals? They just needed something quick to eat.
However, the Wen Family was different. Being women, they were naturally attentive. Seeing the Yamen Guards working hard like their own children made them think about how to provide for them.
So, they brought along two cooks to prepare food. The Yamen Guards were not picky; they looked forward to meals personally directed by the lady of the house, which would be much better than what they could get outside.
On this day, Yang Yichen changed into casual clothes and walked into the fields to chat with farmers, personally experiencing the current situation. He was hands-on and unafraid of hardship or fatigue.
At the county office, Wen Family smiled as they got off the cart: "The fish today is quite fresh. When we return later, let's make a pot of fish soup. A warm bowl of soup will be comforting after running around, and we can stir-fry some greens too; that should be enough."
"The lady's thoughts are considerate; let's also cook a pot of mung bean soup to cool off," one cook suggested, receiving approval from Wen Family.
"Not bad! You all seem to know even more than I do; I feel like I should let you take charge from now on," Wen Family joked.
At that moment, a dark figure in front of the Yamen caught her attention.
The man had thick black eyebrows and a high nose bridge. His face bore a striking resemblance to Yang Yichen but carried an added charm of maturity. He stood quietly at the entrance of the Yamen, his firm stance suggesting he would not leave until he was satisfied.
Wen Family instinctively wanted to escape. After being entangled with this man for the first half of her life, she was tired and did not want to be involved in that kind of life anymore.
However, at that moment, the man also noticed her presence. She stepped forward confidently, "Wen Suling, is that really you? I thought I was seeing things." A flash of surprise crossed her eyes.
She almost wanted to flee but then thought, why should she run when she wasn't the one who did anything wrong?
"Master Yang, what brings you here?"
"Ling'er, do we really have to be so distant?" Yang Bingshan asked painfully, furrowing his brows. "After all, we were once husband and wife."
"Haha! Ling'er? How ironic. You only called me that when we just got married." Back then, Wen Family's family still found Yang Bingshan useful, but later on...
That kind of life was as painful as hell; the past was too hard to look back on. "When I see you now, I think of my life that was worse than death. My daughter and I are very happy now, so please don't disturb us."
However, a man who would go so far as to favor a concubine over his wife would not leave just because of a few words from Wen Family. It was impossible; he had to become familiar with the county office for future benefits.
"You should leave; you are not welcome here." Wen Family did not want any ties with this man; it was best for both of them to ignore each other.
"Are you really going to be so heartless? No matter what, I am Yichan's father."
Wen Family looked at him coldly. Just then, the guarding Yamen Guard rushed over: "Madam, this gentleman has been claiming to be the father of the County Magistrate. We have never heard of him before and did not dare to let him in."
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