Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“Taotao, tell Daddy what’s wrong? Why are you crying so sadly?” Jing Xin gently patted his back, and then stroked it from top to bottom, giving him silent comfort.

“Daddy bad.” Jingtao felt like he hadn’t seen his father in forever.

Perhaps it was because he didn’t have a father before, so Jingtao didn’t know the significance of a father.

However, since Jing Xin returned this time and spent more time with him while recovering from his injuries, Jingtao had become used to Jing Xin’s presence and accepted the term “father.”

But when he got used to someone and they suddenly disappeared, whether an adult or a child, it was incredibly distressing.

Especially for Jingtao, whose father had suddenly appeared and disappeared. It made him feel insecure.

Children are inherently insecure, so it’s natural for them to feel scared.

So when he couldn’t see his father for a few days, Jingtao missed him like crazy.

“Hmm, Daddy is bad. Daddy didn’t stay with Taotao and Mommy. Sorry, son.” Jing Xin held his son with one hand and held his wife’s hand with the other.

He owed his wife and son so much that he could never repay them in this lifetime. All he could do was to love and cherish them more in the remaining years of his life.

“Daddy.” Jingtao had already been crying so much that he was exhausted. Now that he was in his father’s embrace, he felt safe and could only nestle in his father’s neck and fall asleep.

“Let me hold him while he sleeps. You’ve had a hard day too.” Fang Xiu reached out to take her son.

But Jing Xin didn’t let her. Instead, he put the child down to sleep himself.

“Xiuxiu, is there water? I want to take a bath.” Jing Xin had run home and was sweaty and uncomfortable if he didn’t wash.

“Yes, in the kitchen. I’ll get it for you.” Fang Xiu said, wanting to go to the kitchen.

“No need, I can go myself.” Jing Xin put his hand on his wife’s shoulder and gently pushed her back down then went to the kitchen himself.

Fang Xiu decided to let him do it. She had been taking care of the child and the shop all day and was exhausted. So, she lay down on the outer side of the bed, with her son beside her to prevent him from falling off the bed while asleep.

When Jing Xin came back after bathing, he saw his wife and son already asleep. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the dark circles under his wife’s eyes, touching them lightly. How long had it been since she had a good rest?

“Xiuxiu, you’ve worked so hard.” Jing Xin whispered softly.

Jing Xin crawled to the inside of the bed and was about to lie down when he saw his son sleeping between him and his wife. He stretched out both hands and moved his son to the inside, then lay down between his son and wife.

After covering his son’s belly with a thin quilt, Jing Xin turned around and pulled his wife into his arms.

Looking at his wife’s peaceful sleeping face, a smile appeared at the corner of Jing Xin’s mouth.

How could Jing Xin let go of the delicacy within his reach?

…

When Fang Xiu woke up, the man next to her was already gone.

Fang Xiu got up, got dressed, and started making breakfast. Otherwise, once her child woke up, she wouldn’t have time to cook, as it was quite busy to take care of her child and run the shop.

However, the discomfort in her body made her purse her lips. That man was a wolf.

Fang Xiu finished cooking the porridge and prepared some side dishes before checking if her son was awake so she could dress him.

Sometimes, Fang Xiu felt like she was dreaming in this life, feeling a little unreal and dazed, afraid that one day she would wake up and find it had all been for nothing.