“Sure.”
Huo Jingyuan looked down at Wen Ci. Having been married to her for this long, he was already used to his wife’s unpredictable train of thought. No matter what she wanted to do,
He would support her unconditionally.
Wen Ci’s eyes lit up, staring straight at him. “You really think it’s okay for me to invest in the film industry?”
“Mm, there’s nothing you can’t succeed at.”
His words struck the softest part of her heart. Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes. She actively hugged him, planted a loud kiss on his cheek, and said slowly, “Tonight, I’ll let you have your way with me. We can even go until noon if you want. I’ll risk my life to keep you company.”
Huo Jingyuan was exceptionally gifted in certain aspects. If it weren’t for her usually being unable to keep up, he could go on forever.
“Really?”
“Really!”
Huo Jingyuan’s heart leapt with joy. He had been wondering how to bring it up himself.
After arriving in Shaanbei, as the newly appointed Regimental Political Commissar, he would undoubtedly be swamped with work.
He wouldn’t be able to spare much energy for that aspect then.
That night,
Huo Jingyuan still couldn’t bear to push too hard and held back a lot. Looking at the exhausted Wen Ci, his eyes were full of tenderness.
He carried her from the bed to the bathroom for a bath.
…
The next day at noon, Wen Ci woke up groggily.
Huo Jingyuan had gone easy on her last night. By the time she was bathed and carried back to the room, it was already 4 a.m.
Now her body felt as sore as if it had been run over by a truck. Her eyelids were heavy, hard to open. Lying on the soft bed, she cursed under her breath:
“That dog of a man!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Huo Jingyuan entered the room carrying a bowl of chicken soup he had asked someone to prepare. He placed the bowl on the bedside table and said softly, “I thought I just heard someone call me a dog of a man.”
“Aren’t you?”
Huo Jingyuan stated righteously, “I am not.”
As he spoke, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to pull Wen Ci up.
Wen Ci squinted, her brows tightly furrowed, radiating resentment. “What are you doing? I’m tired and sleepy. I want to sleep some more.”
The man wasn’t annoyed by the scolding. Supporting Wen Ci’s lower back, he coaxed her gently, “I know you’re tired. Eat something first, then sleep, alright?”
They had eaten at a state-run restaurant last night. Wen Ci’s appetite was mediocre, and she hadn’t eaten much. Combined with the night’s activities, skipping breakfast was one thing,
But skipping lunch wasn’t good for her health.
Wen Ci sniffed the air, caught the smell of the chicken soup, and frowned even deeper. Her stomach churned like a raging sea, making her want to vomit. She retched several times.
“Can you move the chicken soup further away?”
“You don’t like chicken soup?”
Wen Ci shook her head.
Hens in the 1980s were precious. Most people kept them for eggs to sell. Ordinary families only had chicken soup when a woman gave birth.
And it wasn’t that she disliked chicken soup; she just had no appetite for some reason. The smell made her stomach churn and want to vomit.
Suddenly, Huo Jingyuan’s eyes lit up. Watching Wen Ci’s retching movements, a look of joy appeared on his face. “Darling, could you be pregnant?”
Wen Ci’s actions were exactly like what he’d heard about pregnancy.
“I’m going to be a dad!”
As he spoke, Huo Jingyuan grew even more excited. He held Wen Ci’s arm and looked carefully at her stomach. “Hello, little one! I’m your dad!”
Wen Ci was rendered speechless by Huo Jingyuan’s reaction.
Her nausea was probably because she hadn’t eaten breakfast.
“Can you not be so excited?”
“Am I excited? I’m not excited at all.”
Wen Ci: “…”
She couldn’t help but sigh. She slowly opened her eyes and said, “Take the chicken soup out first, and open the window for some fresh air.”
“No!” Huo Jingyuan’s expression turned serious. He glanced at her up and down and said earnestly, “You’re eating for two now. No matter how uncomfortable you feel, you need to eat something to fill your stomach.”
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