Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“Say it with mom, apple,” Fang Xiu taught her son slowly.

However, Jingtao did not speak. He was quietly looking at the apple in his mother’s hand.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to say it?” Fang Xiu asked, looking at her son.

Jingtao glanced at his mom and then at the apple, but he remained silent.

“Alright, tell mom, what’s been troubling little Taotao today?” Fang Xiu gently asked, sitting in front of her son.

“Daddy.” Jingtao looked at his mother with a grievance.

“What’s the matter? Do you miss your dad?” Seeing the pitiful expression on her son’s face, Fang Xiu felt a little bitter. She had been with him for so long, and his dad had only spent a few days with him. How come he could miss him so much after only two days of not seeing him?

“Taotao, dad can’t always be with us. We have to get used to it, just like when it was only the two of us before,” said Fang Xiu patiently, trying to reason with her son.

However, Jingtao was too small to understand such reasoning. All he knew was that he hadn’t seen his dad for two days and that he missed him.

“Daddy,” Jingtao started crying outright.

“Taotao, please be good. How about we eat the apple and go sleep?” Fang Xiu looked at her son’s tear-streaked face, feeling utterly helpless.

“Waa, Daddy.” No matter what Fang Xiu tried to do to coax him, Jingtao was only interested in his father.

“Jingtao, will you please behave? Your dad is in the military. I can’t go fetch him now,” Fang Xiu was irked by Jingtao’s crying.

“That damn man. I must owe you guys something,” Fantastic couldn’t really decipher her feelings at the moment. Hearing her son’s crying, Fang Xiu’s tears rolled down her face.

For a moment, the crying of the child and the suppressed voices of the adults seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night.

Jing Xin had just arrived at the door when he heard the crying from inside the house. Scared, he wondered what had happened?

He tried to push the door, but it was bolted from the inside. He had no idea what had happened to the mother and child.

“Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu, open the door,” Jing Xin knocked on the door and called his wife.

Fang Xiu was startled by the noise outside, she didn’t hear Jing Xin’s voice because of her son’s loud crying.

On the other hand, Jingtao heard his father’s voice.

He was scrambling towards the side of the bed, crying out, “Daddy.”

“Jingtao, you behave. Your dad is in the military,” Fang Xiu sternly reminded him.

“Xiuxiu, it’s me. I’m back. Open the door,” Jing Xin heard the scolding inside and hastily shouted out.

This made Fang Xiu hear Jing Xin. But she didn’t open the door right away.

“Jing Xin?” Fang Xiu asked tentatively from the door.

“Yes, Xiuxiu, I’m back,” Jing Xin spoke more softly.

“Is it really you, Jing Xin?” Fang Xiu asked again, uncertain.

“Yes, Xiuxiu, didn’t you remember what I told you on our wedding night? I said it was my first time, if it hurts you, I’m sorry, and…” Jing Xin’s words were cut off as the door swung open.

“Xiuxiu.” The moment Jing Xin saw his wife, he entered the room, bolted the door, and pulled his wife into a tight embrace. Her tear-streaked face, her helplessness in her eyes, all pierced his heart.

“Jing Xin, go hold your son. He’s been looking for you all night, refusing to go to sleep,” Fang Xiu said, pushing Jing Xin towards their son, who had been seeking his father all night long.

Upon hearing these words, Jing Xin slightly pulled away from Fang Xiu, but he didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he led her to their son’s side.

“Daddy,” Jingtao said, looking at his father with a pitiful gaze, reaching out to hold his father’s hand.