Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

When Chu Molin heard this, his heart tightened, worried that the baby might really be a boy. He wanted a daughter, someone he could spoil, not a son to share his wife’s attention with.

Chu Molin looked at Qin Xue with a bit of anguish. He just wanted his wife to be close to him, and the situation had turned into this.

“Stop it, you’re a grown man, and that expression doesn’t suit you. It’s really damaging to your masculine pride.” Qin Xue spared him no mercy in her criticism.

Upon hearing his little wife’s words, Chu Molin withdrew his aggrieved expression and regained his aloof demeanor.

“Indeed, this kind of temperament suits you better – cold and cool.” Qin Xue liked the unapproachable expression on his face.

A hint of amusement flashed in Chu Molin’s eyes, thinking his good looks might be the key factor here. Perhaps he could occasionally use his good looks to allure his little wife in the future.

While Chu Molin and his wife were teasing each other here, Fang Xiu, who had spent only a few days with her husband in the ward, had been crying continuously. Eventually, she wiped her tears away and placed a hand on his face, caressing his brows and eyes.

“Jing Xin, I don’t know what happened exactly. Since you didn’t die and returned, let’s have a good life from now on.

You probably don’t know that you have a son. I named him Jingtao, and he’s a lovely and intelligent little fellow. He’s very well-behaved, and he saves me a lot of trouble. Mr. Chu is holding him right now, so I’ll bring him in to see what his father looks like.” Fang Xiu spoke gently to her husband.

The door to the ward creaked open, and Fang Xiu appeared in front of Chu Molin and Qin Xue.

“Mr. Chu, please give Taotao to me. I’ll bring him in to see his father.” Fang Xiu reached out to take her son.

“Alright,” Chu Molin handed Jingtao over to his mother.

“Thank you all.” Fang Xiu smiled in gratitude.

“Go inside, we’ll wait out here,” Qin Xue said, patting her on the shoulder with a smile.

Fang Xiu nodded and entered the hospital room with her child.

“Chu Molin, you were right,” Qin Xue said, looking on as Fang Xiu seemed to have calmed down. It seemed that after venting her feelings, she had chosen to live her life to the fullest.

“Let’s sit over there and wait,” Chu Molin said, leading his little wife to a chair nearby.

Qin Xue sat down on the chair, leaning her enlarged belly against Chu Molin as it was uncomfortable to sit due to its size.

Seeing Qin Xue’s discomfort, Chu Molin put his arm around her, holding her close.

“Chu Molin, don’t you have to go to work?” Qin Xue suddenly remembered that Chu Molin had been accompanying her and hadn’t gone to work.

“I took care of some things this morning, and the rest can be done slowly.” Chu Molin had handled his work early in the morning and then returned to accompany his wife to see Fang Xiu.

“So you went to the office in the morning. I thought you were training.” Qin Xue had no idea that the man went so early just to have time to accompany her.

“In a few days, I’ll have to arrange some special training, so I won’t have much time to accompany you.” Chu Molin wanted to get the special training set up as soon as possible so he could leave for military school sooner.

“It’s alright. I can take care of myself,” Qin Xue said, knowing that military wives often had to endure loneliness.

In her past life, Qin Xue had been accustomed to solitude, so she wouldn’t be afraid of it this time around either.

“Mhm.” Chu Molin placed a hand on Qin Xue’s belly and began communicating with the baby using Morse code again.

Chu Molin thought that the baby might not actually understand what he was trying to express, but rather because the frequency of his tapping matched the baby’s movements, the baby enjoyed interacting with him.

This was a great parent-child interaction game. Qin Xue felt Chu Molin tapping her belly from time to time, and the baby moved along accordingly. She found the whole thing to be quite magical.