Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 265: Didn’t Come

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Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Didn’t Come

After Luo Dahua left, Yang PeiMin suddenly realized that her period hadn’t come this month.

Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she was pregnant?

Her hand instinctively touched her lower abdomen; she remembered that last week she and Shen Yiguang had been intimate and afterward, she hadn’t taken any medicine.

Could it truly be?

She was utterly unprepared.

Although she found children around three or four years old, who weren’t mischievous and spoke amusing childish words, to be extremely cute and adorable—or like Luo Dahua’s well-behaved and sensible daughters, whom she had looked after on one or two occasions, and she had fantasized about what her own children would be like, whether a boy or a girl, after her or Shen Yiguang, and if they would be good-looking—

But now, faced with the actual possibility, she felt completely at a loss. She felt she wasn’t ready yet; her previous plan had been to consider this during her sophomore or junior year of college, by which time her studies and career should have been stable, and her health should have been well-cared-for, at the perfect age.

When Shen Yiguang returned, he found his wife sitting on the sofa with a pensive frown, so deep in thought that she didn’t even notice him entering the room.

He couldn’t help but walk over, about to reach out and touch her hair.

Yang PeiMin startled, jumping away with her heart still racing, and then glared at him furiously, "Are you trying to scare me to death? You gave me such a fright!"

Shen Yiguang touched his nose, looking somewhat abashed, and apologized, "Sorry, I didn’t realize you were so lost in thought. Is something wrong?"

Yang PeiMin sat back down, propping her cheek in her hand and frowning, "I don’t know."

"What do you mean, you don’t know? What is it?" Shen Yiguang also took a seat beside her.

Yang PeiMin pointed to the dishes on the table that hadn’t been cleared away and started speaking coquettishly, "I don’t feel like doing anything today. You clean up these dishes and cutlery, as for the food, it’s gone cold. You can warm it up for yourself if you want to eat, I’m not going."

Shen Yiguang reached over to feel her forehead, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"There’s nothing wrong, I might be pregnant."

"Really?" Shen Yiguang’s smile instantly stretched, his eyes lit up like an idiot’s, his mouth grinning to his ears—someone who usually looked so composed, now seemed almost unable to sit still.

"That’s great, I have to send a telegram to my family right away, my parents have been looking forward to this for so long. My wife, you shouldn’t do any strenuous work from now on, I’ll take care of the household chores. And as for the dormitory at school, with so many people and such mess, let’s see if we can find a better place to live..."

Yang PeiMin watched him with a cool eye and hmphed.

Shen Yiguang stopped short in his monologue, leaned in closer, and asked with a gentle voice, "What’s wrong, wife? Did I say something wrong? Point it out to me."

Yang PeiMin glared at him, sizing him up with a note of displeasure in her voice, "I’m saying, Shen Yiguang, you weren’t this happy when you married me. It turns out men marry wives just for the sake of having children to carry on the family line."

Shen Yiguang blinked, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and gently grazed her nose with his finger, saying with a smile, "Silly girl, this is our child, it’s because you are giving me a child that I’m so happy."

"Do you feel anything now? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to eat anything?"

Yang PeiMin’s expression softened, and she shook her head, "I’m not sure yet, don’t get too excited."

Shen Yiguang remained calm, "It’s alright, even if you aren’t, you are still my wife, and my care for you remains the same. You’ve had a hard time at school, so go take a bath and rest early."

Yang PeiMin gave him another look, "Aren’t you disappointed?"

Shen Yiguang, still smiling, ran his hand through her hair, "What’s there to be disappointed about? If it’s not this time, then next time. There are no problems with our health, it will happen eventually."

Only then did Yang PeiMin let him off the hook.

However, the next day she had skincare products to make, something that required great care and patience to complete, grinding them up was also physically demanding, and Shen Yiguang insisted that she cease the task, saying, "Your body is already weak, now that you might have a child, you should take a break from these activities. I’ve heard the first three months are the most unstable time for the fetus, you as a mother should also be careful."

"It’s not that exhausting."

"Wait until you’re stabilized before working on this again."

"It won’t do, I’ve already promised someone, how can I go back on my word, really, it’s fine."

"I said no means no, there’s no room for discussion."

Yang Peimin glared, "Well then, you come and do it!"

Shen Yiguang raised an eyebrow.

Yang Peimin shook her head with a laugh, watching him, unsure if he could manage.

"As long as you’re comfortable, that’s what matters."

In the end, she still wasn’t at ease and directed Shen Yiguang to do some grinding and juicing tasks before she took over the blending.

This meant Shen Yiguang couldn’t return to the military region.

He stayed home with her for the day.

When Luo Dahua came to visit her, she snickered and winked at her before leaving.

Yang Peimin couldn’t help but feel a bit of joy in being pregnant, an unexpected blessing.

Shen Yiguang then discussed with her about going home for the New Year, "I’ll have a leave, although it’s not long, it should be enough to visit home."

Time was moving neither fast nor slow, and now it was already the end of November, with the Spring Festival approaching rapidly.

Yang Peimin also thought about her relatives back in her hometown.

She nodded and said, "Alright, then I’ll start preparing. Now that you’re here with me, I won’t worry about having too much to carry. We’ll bring them some gifts, and you’ll handle the carrying."

Shen Yiguang smiled and nodded in agreement.

After that, Shen Yiguang took her to school in the city, and he was also recovered and ready to return to the army for training.

Although Shen Yiguang had considered renting a place in the city so Yang Peimin wouldn’t have to climb up and down the dormitory, the thought of her living alone in a rental without anyone to look after her made him uneasy. So, he kept instructing her again and again to be careful, take good care of herself, and eat and sleep well.

Yang Peimin couldn’t bear his nagging and waved her hand, saying, "Alright, the baby wants to say goodbye to daddy too."

Shen Yiguang’s gaze was so tender it could drown someone, he leaned in to kiss her forehead, and whispered softly, "Well then, goodbye son, goodbye to his mother."

What do you mean, "his mother"?

Yang Peimin instantly frowned.

Was she being demoted?

What about their daughter?

Was he favoring boys over girls now?

"Hey, say it again."

"What?"

"Goodbye, my two treasures." Yang Peimin gritted her teeth.

Shen Yiguang complied with a suppressed laugh, avoiding further complaints.

As Shen Yiguang watched her enter the classroom, he instantly felt a sense of emptiness. Indeed, they were his two treasures.

He turned and went to the post office to send a telegram to his family with the news.

Yixiang had written to him that Chen Guizhi had slipped while picking pigweed by the creek, falling half into cold water, steeping there for a good half hour until someone heard her cries for help and carried her back home.

She was elderly and could not endure such hardship. After returning, she suffered continuous high fever, and she lost a lot of weight, her spirit was halfway gone, yet stubbornly, she forced herself to eat steaming bowls of meat porridge, muttering she must hold on until her eldest grandson was born.

Thinking of this, Shen Yiguang felt a moisture in his eyes.

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