"Thank you, Secretary Fu!" Zhou Yi accepted the gift box readily, without making much of a show of refusing.
It was a sincere gesture, and refusing would have been discourteous.
Besides, from Fu Xueqian's perspective, this was clearly an expression of goodwill. Unless Zhou Yi wanted to insult him or deliberately draw a line between them, he really had no reason to refuse.
Seeing Zhou Yi accept the gift box without hesitation, Fu Xueqian's spirits lifted at once. His expression grew more relaxed, and he asked with a smile, "Have you named the baby yet?"
"Yes. Zhou Weixing," Zhou Yi replied. "His great-grandfather chose it."
Hearing the name Zhou Weixing, Secretary Fu instinctively thought it sounded strong but lacked refinement-rather unremarkable, really. But when Zhou Yi added that Old Master Jian had chosen it, he immediately nodded in admiration. "Just what you'd expect from our esteemed former leader! 'Weixing' evokes the great rejuvenation of the nation. Such profound meaning and lofty aspirations. A truly excellent name!"
Zhou Yi paused. Huh? You know, with Fu Xueqian stretching the interpretation like that, my son's name suddenly does sound a lot more impressive.
In fact, when they were choosing the name, he had timidly offered his opinion to Old Master Jian and his parents: if it absolutely had to include "Wei," wouldn't "Weiye," meaning great achievements, sound more imposing than "Weixing"?
He had been utterly ignored!
Oh, well. Never mind him-even his parents-in-law had no say. The old master had ruled by decree and even chosen the baby's nickname all by himself.
"Right? I think it's a wonderful name too!" Zhou Yi nodded in agreement. It was his son's name, chosen by Elder Jian himself. Let anyone try saying a word against it!
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