Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 530 Mass Production

After returning from the capital, Lin Chen first went to the Dongshan Villa to visit the old lady.

The old lady sat on a recliner in the courtyard, twirling prayer beads in her hand, gazing at the clouds in the sky.

Her hair was completely black, her wrinkles had lessened, and her eyes were brighter.

Thanks to Lin Chen's good fortune, he can now be considered a Celestial Immortal expert.

Hearing footsteps, she didn't turn around, nor did she stop holding the prayer beads in her hand.

Lin Chen walked over and sat down on the stone bench next to him. Looking at the old lady's profile, he realized that his grandmother had really aged.

It wasn't a matter of appearance; the old lady's eyes held a tranquility born of experience, a quality that no amount of cultivation could erase.

"Grandmother, about Zhao Kun—"

"I understand," the old lady interrupted Lin Chen, speaking calmly.

"It's a good thing that the royal family has an heir."

The prayer beads spun in her hand, round and round, slowly and steadily, like the pendulum of an old clock.

Lin Chen paused for a moment, then asked, "Grandmother, are you unhappy?"

The old lady stopped fiddling with her prayer beads. She turned to look at Lin Chen, stared at him for a long while, and then sighed.

The sigh was very soft, but Lin Chen could tell the weight behind it.

There was helplessness, reluctance, and a little something else that was hard to explain.

The old lady reached out and patted Lin Chen's head, just like she did when he was a child.

Her hands were cool, dry, and had distinct knuckles; they felt a little prickly on my scalp.

"I wouldn't say I'm unhappy, but I feel a little sorry for you. You're the only man left to support the Lin family now."

The old lady paused, withdrew her hand, and picked up the prayer beads again, the beads spinning between her fingers.

"Your grandfather passed away early, and your father and your older brother—never mind, let's not talk about it."

She waved her hand, as if to chase away those old memories.

"What the child's surname is doesn't matter. What matters is that he is a member of the Lin family, and no one can change that."

Whether his surname is Zhao or Lin, he carries your blood, the blood of the Lin family, and that's enough.

Lin Chen gripped the old lady's hand tightly: "Grandmother, rest assured, with me here, the Lin family will surely prosper for ten thousand years."

The old lady looked at Lin Chen and smiled.

That smile held a sense of satisfaction, pride, and something else that was hard to describe.

"Grandmother knows. Go ahead and do your work. Don't worry about home all the time. A real man should have lofty aspirations and not stay in a woman's boudoir all day."

Lin Chen coughed lightly, "Grandmother, I did that for the sake of the family's continuation. There are still too few children in the family now..."

Lin Chen chatted with the old lady for a while, and then went to see Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing was sitting by the window embroidering. Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her and bathing her in a golden glow.

A piece of white silk was stretched on the embroidery hoop, on which half a peony was embroidered, with fine stitches and bright colors.

The petals are layered upon layered, just like real ones, as if you could smell their fragrance if the wind blew.

Su Wanqing has very skillful hands; the flowers she embroiders look just like the real ones.

Hearing footsteps, she put down her embroidery hoop, looked up and saw Lin Chen, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"You're back?"

The sound was soft, but gentle, like a cup of hot water in winter.

Lin Chen walked over, sat down beside him, and picked up the embroidery hoop to examine it.

"My mother's embroidery is so beautiful."

Su Wanqing smiled and said, "I'm getting old, I can't do it as well as I used to. My embroidery isn't as good as it used to be."

She took the embroidery hoop back and placed it on the table, gently stroking the silk surface with her fingers as if touching some precious treasure.

"Did you tell your grandmother about Zhao Kun?"

Lin Chen nodded.

Su Wanqing paused for a moment, then reached out to straighten Lin Chen's collar and brushed away non-existent dust from his shoulders.

"Don't blame your grandmother, she's suffering a lot."

Your grandfather passed away early, and your father and eldest brother left so suddenly. The entire Lin family line is now relying on you.

Su Wanqing paused, her eyes a little red, "She was afraid you would wrong yourself."

Lin Chen grasped Su Wanqing's hand.

"Mother, I am not wronged. Zhao Kun is my son. His surname is not important."

The important thing is that he's alright, and you're all alright.

Su Wanqing looked at Lin Chen and smiled slightly, like a flower that had been blown open by the wind.

"You've grown up," she said softly, her voice filled with relief, emotion, and a touch of relief.

Lin Chen stayed at the Dongshan Villa for two days.

I spent time with the old lady, Su Wanqing, and the children.

Lin Nian'er has grown taller again. She is five years old now, with two little pigtails and wearing a little red jacket. She is still as cheerful and playful as ever.

Like a little whirlwind, it can cause chaos wherever it goes.

She rushed out of the courtyard and threw herself into Lin Chen's arms, causing him to take a step back.

"Father! You're back! I missed you so much!"

Lin Chen bent down, picked her up, and kissed her on the cheek with a crisp "smack".

Lin Nian'er wrapped her arms around Lin Chen's neck and kissed him on the cheek, leaving his face covered in glistening saliva.

"Father, where have you gone?"

"I went to take care of some errands."

"What do you need me for?"

"event."

"What's the big deal?"

"You don't understand."

"I understand!" Lin Nian'er pouted, looking unconvinced.

Lin Chen smiled but didn't reply.

Lin Nianjun can walk now. He's one year old, chubby, with a round face like a steamed bun.

Lin Nianbei and Lin Nianying can crawl now. They crawl everywhere and disappear in the blink of an eye, as if they have motors installed.

Lin Chen bent down and pulled Lin Nianying out from behind the flower bushes. The little one squirmed in his arms and slapped his face, making a "slap slap" sound.

Lin Chen wasn't annoyed; he looked at his eldest daughter with doting eyes.

Lin Nianjie, Lin Nianze, Lin Nianzhao, Lin Niansu, and Lin Nianruo can all crawl now.

The five little ones huddled together, crawling around on the carpeted floor like five little turtles.

Lin Nianxing is still young, and spends all her time eating and sleeping.

Lin Chen hugged them one after another.

After hugging this one, she hugged that one, and after hugging that one, she hugged this one.

Some laughed, some cried, some slapped his face, some pulled his hair, some tore his clothes, and some left saliva marks on him.

Lin Chen's face, neck, and clothes were covered in saliva, but he didn't care. He just stood there with his face covered in saliva, grinning like a fool.

Liu Ruyan, Qin Shuyan, Xiao Yulou, Chu Yueyao, Wen Ruoxi, Ye Qingying, Murong Xue, Su Xiaoxiao, Zhao Mingyue, Lan Fenghuang, Liu Shengxue, Yao Yao.

Twelve women surrounded him, some pouring him tea, some peeling fruit for him, some massaging his shoulders, and some keeping him company.

Lin Chen was enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention, and he felt very happy.

He held his teacup, crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, squinted, and listened to their chatter.

He might chime in occasionally, nod occasionally, or smile occasionally.

That's how life should be lived.

To hell with extraterrestrial passages, the will of heaven and earth, and the myriad worlds!

At this moment, Liu Ruyan grabbed Lin Chen's hand, "Husband, I'm pregnant."

Lin Chen was taken aback: "You've got it?"

Liu Ruyan nodded, her face slightly flushed. She looked down at her belly, gently touching it as if she were touching some rare treasure.

Qin Shuyan also spoke up, saying, "Husband, I'm pregnant too."

Lin Chen was taken aback again: "You have one too?"

Immediately afterward, Xiao Yulou laughed and said, "Husband, I'm pregnant too."

Lin Chen's lips twitched: "You're pregnant too?"

Xiao Yulou nodded, his chin held high, as if showing off something.

Lin Chen looked at the other women.

Chu Yueyao said, "My husband, I'm pregnant too."

Wen Ruoxi said, "My husband, I'm pregnant too."

Ye Qingying said, "Husband, I'm pregnant too."

Murong Xue said, "My husband, I'm pregnant too."

Su Xiaoxiao said, "Husband, I'm pregnant too."

Zhao Mingyue said, "I have one too."

Lan Fenghuang said, "My husband, I'm pregnant too."

Liu Shengxue said, "My husband, I'm pregnant too."

Yao Yao smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons: "Husband, we have them both!"

Lin Chen looked at the row of women in front of him, opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say for a moment.