Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chu Molin looked tenderly at the person in his arms. Everyone has their own experiences to go through. As soldiers, they are always prepared to make sacrifices for their country, and their wives are always prepared to become widows.

That’s why many people are unwilling to marry soldiers. It’s bad enough that they can’t help around the house, but everything is left for the women to handle on their own. They also have to be prepared for the possibility of their husbands’ demise. The loneliness and torture of such a life are truly not something that ordinary people can bear.

“Don’t worry, she won’t, she still has little Jingtao,” Chu Molin looked at the child in his arms and said to his wife.

“Right, how could I forget? A mother can’t bear to leave her child behind. She’s already made it through the hardest times. And now that the child’s father has returned.” Qin Xue looked up at Chu Molin and Xiao Jing.

“Jingtao, your dad is back. Your dad is a hero, do you know that?” Qin Xue spoke softly as she held Jingtao’s hand.

“Yaya,” Jingtao waved his little hand and called out to Qing Xue.

“Little Jingtao misses his dad too, doesn’t he? So, little Jingtao, you and Mommy have to wake Daddy up together, okay?” Qin Xue thought that not only being a soldier’s wife is difficult, but also their children have a hard time as well.

Just like Jingtao, who was thought to have lost his father even before he was born, and now he’s eight months old, he hasn’t even met his own dad.

Now that his dad finally came back, he was injured and lying on a hospital bed, unable to hold his wife and child.

“Yaya,” Jingtao excitedly tried to leap towards Qin Xue.

“Be quiet,” Chu Molin scolded.

Jingtao pursed his lips, and his teary eyes looked pitifully at Chu Molin. It was so adorable, but what were they supposed to do?

“Pfft, hahaha. Who taught you this, little rascal?” Qin Xue pinched Jingtao’s cheek and laughed happily.

“Yaya,” Jingtao called out again when he saw Qin Xue teasing him and cast a glance at Chu Molin, filled with complaints.

“Ah, our little Jingtao is snitching now, huh? Come on, don’t be mad, Auntie will give you a kiss and it’ll be all better.” Qin Xue leaned in to kiss Jingtao’s face.

Chu Molin suddenly turned his body aside, causing Qin Xue to miss.

“Why are you doing this?” Qin Xue looked at the man. It was his fault that she didn’t get to kiss Jingtao.

“You can only kiss me, not other men,” Chu Molin said coldly.

“Chu Molin, are you sick? He’s just a child, not a man!” Qin Xue looked at the jealous man, speechless. It was terrifying.

“He’s male,” Chu Molin didn’t care if he was a man or a boy, as long as he was male, it wasn’t allowed.

“You’re hopeless.” Fine, she wouldn’t kiss him. Qin Xue felt helpless. She wondered if she’d be allowed to kiss her own son if she had one in the future.

“Chu Molin, let me ask you something,” Qin Xue looked at Chu Molin with a mischievous smile.

“What is it?” Chu Molin looked at his wife’s playful grin and felt a sudden apprehension. Nothing good could come out of this.

“If the child I’m carrying is a boy, will I be allowed to kiss him?” Qin Xue, with a face full of smiles, waited for Chu Molin’s answer.

“Uh,” Chu Molin didn’t expect Qin Xue to ask him this.

“Well, can I?” Qin Xue pressed.

“If I say you can’t kiss him, would you really not do it?” Chu Molin asked after a moment of silence.

“What do you think?” Qin Xue really wanted to knock on this man’s head to see what kind of structure lay inside, with such a big jealous streak.

“Then, can you kiss him occasionally and less often?” Chu Molin hesitated before asking.

“Hehe, you’re really something. The child hasn’t even been born yet, and you’re already jealous. I’m suddenly looking forward to having a baby boy.” Qin Xue looked at Chu Molin and said leisurely.