Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse-Chapter 750 - 746: Still a Long Way to Go

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Yan Jinsu was truly defeated by Xie Jingchen’s response speed. Before she could even lose her temper, the man eagerly pressed his sullen face to her cheek, gently caressing and cooing, satisfyingly murmuring:

"Wife, I missed you to death."

Yan Jinsu pursed her lips, the slight discomfort on her face also more genuinely proving that this man was really hugging her tightly and coaxing her from behind, and not just a figment of her imagination.

The misunderstanding was indeed as he had guessed. As Xie Jingchen let out a sigh of relief, he also critically reviewed his past actions—although his heart was full of deep love for the little woman in his arms, his self-righteous deep love had neglected his wife’s true feelings.

Now that he thought about it, his unilateral fear of harming his wife’s health, without ever explaining the reason to her, it’s no wonder his little wife would overthink.

Thinking about it, every time he had been too busy with work, needing to leave the house for a few days, and every time he returned from his military duties, he hurriedly escaped again; if he were the wife, he probably would overthink too.

Previously, he was too muddled as an insider. Now that things were out in the open, Xie Jingchen realized just how much he had failed as a husband!

And recalling how his little wife looked at him with shining eyes full of deep affection every time he came home, yet he always hurried away while she was feeding the child...

"Wife, you can be angry at me, you can punish me, just don’t hurt your body. I can only be at ease if you are well."

After deeply acknowledging his mistakes, Xie Jingchen apologized to his little wife with heartache.

"Not good." Yan Jinsu hummed, still giving the man a two-word reply.

"Wife~ don’t tire yourself out." Xie Jingchen sighed inwardly, instinctively drawing closer to his little wife’s tender face, as he spoke with slightly labored breath, softly pleading.

Xie Jingchen grew restless and subconsciously pulled away, taking a deep breath; he had little resistance to his woman to begin with, and under the influence of the drug, this sense of losing control was making his scalp tingle.

"Does it still hurt a lot?" Xie Jingchen knew the pain of engorgement for his little wife.

He looked at her carefully, anxiously asking:

"Wife, let me have a look, is that okay?"

Yan Jinsu had always been able to bear the pain before.

But now, after realizing the big blunder she had made, hearing the man’s worried and careful questions made the tears suddenly well up in her eyes.

With a splash, they dropped onto the man’s arm, instantly creating small wet spots on the white sleeve.

"Not good." Holding back the anger in her chest, Yan Jinsu immediately retorted:

"Anyway, there are plenty of young girls who adore you around you; I’m just an old, faded yellow-faced wife, what’s there to look good!"

"Wife, what nonsense are you talking! You’ll really drive me crazy—"

Xie Jingchen helplessly grabbed a tuft of his crew-cut hair, seeing the strong and autonomous little woman he cherished so much in his heart crying in pain, he couldn’t bring himself to speak harshly.

He could only wrap one arm around her small shoulder, while kissing the tears on her cheeks, speaking soothingly in a gentle tone:

"Treasure, don’t cry, it hurts my heart. Be good, don’t cry~"

Xie Jingchen cooed softly, his large hands deftly undid her clothes, getting straight to the point without any superfluous words.

If he hadn’t been worried that being too forceful would cause his little wife pain, Xie Jingchen would have lost the patience to unbutton each one by one.

Her mindset changed; although Yan Jinsu was no longer as angry when being touched and kissed by Xie Jingchen again, she just pursed her lips, tipped her head back to glance at the dim light, as the tips of her ears gradually flushed red.

Although he braced himself for it, when Xie Jingchen finally saw the extent and severity of his little wife’s injuries, he truly wanted to punch himself twice.

Her originally soft and jade-like skin was now swollen and red, with fine purplish-black veins visible, clearly indicating that the injury went deep.

"Damn it!" As Xie Jingchen beheld the frightening wounds before him, he scolded himself bitterly, only to see Yan Jinsu roll her eyes and cautiously turn away to avoid his scrutiny.

"Wife, don’t move around—this isn’t good. Should we go see a doctor? With your injuries like this, you could easily catch an infection and run a fever..." As he spoke, Xie Jingchen’s anxious hand already reached toward Yan Jinsu’s forehead.

He certainly hadn’t forgotten how his little wife had been shivering continuously before.

It seems that while her heart was in pain, her body was also sending signals, alerting her to the painful reality she was enduring.

"No, don’t touch me!" Xie Jingchen was simply trying to gently stop his little wife’s attempt to tear off her clothing, but this made Yan Jinsu move tensely over her injury, causing her to cry out in pain and complain with annoyance:

"There’s no point in seeing a doctor, there’s no equipment for relieving blocked milk ducts right now."

She’s not an idiot; the reason she’s enduring it is precisely that a visit to the hospital wouldn’t help, and all she could do was bear it.

Whether unblocking the milk ducts or weaning, she had to rely on traditional remedies and sheer endurance.

Yan Jinsu had never expected she would get married and have children, not to mention having any medicine for lactation or weaning.

Therefore, even with her space, she could only endure according to conventional methods.

"First take some anti-inflammatory medicine." After confirming that his little wife’s body wasn’t feverish, Xie Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief. Remembering that she had been in the bathroom for half an hour, the thermos probably didn’t have hot water left, Xie Jingchen pulled the rope above the bed without a second thought.

"Why pull it?" Although Yan Jinsu wasn’t very familiar with this outdated setup, she still knew what it was for.

"To have the server bring two more bottles of hot water, so I can properly warm compress it again for you." If the swelling isn’t reduced, his little wife won’t be able to sleep tonight.

"..." Yan Jinsu’s face flushed, and she silently lowered her head, sitting motionless on the sturdy thighs of the man.

Suddenly hearing her husband speak like this, she seemed to recall some embarrassing scenes.

The reason for the embarrassment was that she had just had an argument with her husband, and her heart still felt off; facing him, there was a familiarity so deep in the bones, yet accompanied by an uncomfortable barrier.

This contradictory feeling, pulled in different directions, made Yan Jinsu feel uneasy all over. Her hands fidgeted with her cheek’s hair strands, not knowing how to face her husband at the moment.

Could it be that she has truly become... an old woman now?

Yan Jinsu counted on her fingertips, silently reminding herself that she was only twenty-one years old, still far from thirty and the proverbial ’hungry wolf’ —

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