80s Marriage Swap: My Should-Be-Dead Husband Lives On-Chapter 147: Not a Human Problem

Jiang Jingming encountered Jiang Chunhe on his way home from work.

Jiang Chunhe approached Jiang Jingming with some things in hand, "Just happened to run into you, so I won’t go in. This is from my mom for your wife; take it home and make sure she gets some nourishment."

"Nourishment?" Jiang Jingming looked at the items in his hand, puzzled.

Jiang Chunhe said, "Your wife is thin and small, looks like she’s not getting much nutrition. You need to care for her more often, not just busy with work. No matter how busy you are, you need to accompany her to the hospital, don’t let her go alone."

"Hospital?" Jiang Jingming’s brow furrowed.

Jiang Chunhe noticed and asked in confusion, "What? You didn’t know?"

Jiang Jingming’s brow furrowed even more.

Jiang Chunhe explained, "That day, when I accompanied Ah Jin to her prenatal check-up, we saw your wife just coming out of the hospital. We asked her, and she said it was just a small cold. But I think a small cold wouldn’t warrant a special trip to the hospital, so she must be sick. We thought you knew."

Jiang Jingming’s face suddenly darkened.

Jiang Chunhe: "You’d better go home and take good care of your wife."

Jiang Jingming took the items from Jiang Chunhe and said, "Thank you, I got it."

Then he turned around and walked briskly towards home.

At this time, Sang Yu was curled up on the sofa drawing.

She just happened to be sketching a dress Jiang Ning wanted.

There would be time to tweak some details later.

To ensure Sang Yu could lie comfortably every day, Jiang Jingming had specially ordered this sofa from abroad.

Lying down, one feels completely enveloped and comfortable.

"You’re back?" Sang Yu heard the door open, but didn’t get up, knowing it was Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming quickly walked over to Sang Yu.

Sang Yu looked at the things in his hand and asked, "What’s that in your hand?"

Jiang Jingming didn’t speak, he placed the items on the table, and then stared intently at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu found it strange, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Jiang Jingming said in a low voice, "You went to the hospital?"

Sang Yu was startled; her expression revealed the truth.

"Why did you go to the hospital? Why didn’t you tell me?" Jiang Jingming’s tone held evident urgency.

Sang Yu felt a little guilty, "It’s nothing, I just wanted to check my health, see how my body is. Didn’t I have cold uterus before? I’ve been adjusting for a long time, and I thought I should get it checked."

She couldn’t possibly tell Jiang Jingming she went to check on her pregnancy concerns. If he knew, he might overthink things.

So, she decided not to tell him.

Jiang Jingming suddenly leaned closer to Sang Yu, his eyes showing a hint of danger, his deep voice sounded in Sang Yu’s ear, "Do you know? You’re really bad at lying. Your eyes and micro-expressions already betrayed you, and I’m a police officer, my dear wife, any disguise is obvious to me."

Sang Yu had forgotten about that; Jiang Jingming was a policeman, of course, he could see through her lies at a glance.

"Who told you?"

Song Jiajia? Impossible, Jiang Jingming wouldn’t believe Song Jiajia’s words.

And at this time, Lu Hao probably wouldn’t let Song Jiajia go out alone either.

"My cousin." Jiang Jingming said.

Sang Yu had forgotten about that.

"Tell me then, what’s the reason?" Jiang Jingming asked.

Sang Yu smiled guiltily, "It’s really nothing, I really just went to check my health, there’s nothing wrong, I’m very healthy."

Jiang Jingming: "You’re not being honest. If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll have to punish you severely."

Remembering the last time when Jiang Jingming mentioned punishment, Sang Yu had found herself bedridden for two days.

"Okay, okay, I’ll tell you."

Sang Yu hurriedly said.

She couldn’t let this man find any opportunity.

"If I tell you, promise not to get mad." Sang Yu cautiously watched Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming: "I won’t get mad; just tell me."

Sang Yu pursed her lips, and after a while, she said, "Actually, I went to the hospital to find out why I haven’t gotten pregnant."

Jiang Jingming was taken aback; he never expected it to be because of this.

"Do you want a child that much?" Jiang Jingming asked.

Sang Yu explained, "Not exactly, I just find it strange. We’ve had quite a few attempts, but I’m still not pregnant. I’m worried there might be something wrong with my body, so I went to get checked."

Jiang Jingming knew it wasn’t a physical issue and felt a bit relieved, "And the results?"

Talking about the results, Sang Yu glanced at Jiang Jingming.

"I’m mostly fine; it might be harder to conceive because of the previous cold uterus."

Worried Jiang Jingming might overthink it, Sang Yu was being very tactful.

Seeing how cautious Sang Yu was, Jiang Jingming couldn’t help but laugh, "Silly."

Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming, not understanding.

Jiang Jingming sat beside Sang Yu and ruffled her hair.

"Silly, your body is fine, mine is fine too."

Sang Yu, confused, asked, "Then why?"

Jiang Jingming sighed, "You’re still young, and you have to draw every day. I don’t want you to have a child so soon, it wouldn’t be good for your health, and it would interrupt your work."

This was something Sang Yu hadn’t considered. Seeing Wei Jin and Song Jiajia both pregnant, she subconsciously felt like she should be pregnant as well.

As she hadn’t seriously discussed having children with Jiang Jingming before.

And when they were at Jiang Songwen’s house, he had mentioned they were working on it.

So she’d always thought Jiang Jingming really wanted a child.

And he certainly put in effort at night.

"But every night we..."

Sang Yu gradually realized, "You were wearing those?"

Jiang Jingming nodded.

"Since when?"

Jiang Jingming leaned in and whispered in Sang Yu’s ear, "When you’re completely captivated."

His voice seemed to carry a current, traveling around her ear and spreading throughout her body.

Sang Yu’s face turned bright red.

Indeed, Jiang Jingming was too good at it, so many times she was so disoriented, whether at the beginning or the end, she felt like a directionless little boat, only following the lighthouse’s guidance.

"You don’t want children?" Sang Yu asked.

Jiang Jingming twirled a lock of Sang Yu’s hair, playing with it in his fingers, "For now, no. I want to enjoy our time together more."

Knowing it wasn’t an issue between them, Sang Yu felt much more relaxed.

"Then when do you want to have children?" Sang Yu asked.

Jiang Jingming: "When your dream comes true."

"What dream?" Sang Yu wasn’t aware of any particular dreams she had.

"When you’ve bought all the houses you want to buy." Jiang Jingming said.