Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“Be careful.” Chu Molin quickly reached out and caught his wife in his arms.

“Whose fault is this?” Qin Xue felt utterly embarrassed.

“Mmm, it’s my fault,” Chu Molin laughed, knowing that it’s best not to provoke his wife at this time. He had to accept whatever she said; otherwise, he might lose his privileges in the future.

“Give me the baby,” Qin Xue said as she slowly sat down on the bed with his support.

“Alright, lean against the head of the bed. I’ll put a pillow behind you,” Chu Molin helped her lean against the headboard and placed a pillow behind her back.

Qin Xue looked at him, feeling both annoyed and amused. He could be so ruthless, but now that he saw she had no strength, he was being tender and caring again. How contradictory!

“That’s enough. I’m fine. Just give me the baby. After I finish feeding him, you watch the kids. I’m tired and want to sleep,” Qin Xue yawned, feeling very sleepy.

“Okay, have some food before you sleep,” Chu Molin had already cooked porridge and would let his wife eat before resting.

“Alright,” Qin Xue held her older son while feeding him, and the younger one was still struggling in his father’s hands.

Chu Molin changed the younger son’s diaper and placed him next to Qin Xue, then went to dispose of the diapers. When he returned, he brought a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickles.

Seeing the food, Qin Xue couldn’t help but swallow. She was hungry, very hungry – she would be surprised if she wasn’t after last night.

When Qin Xue finished feeding the baby, the cooled porridge was just at the right temperature. Chu Molin handed the porridge to his wife to eat.

“I’ll eat at the table,” Qin Xue wasn’t used to eating in bed, but ironically, she had to do so for an entire month during her confinement period.

“Alright, I’ll help you over there,” Chu Molin quickly placed the porridge on the table, then came back to support Qin Xue.

“I’m fine, I’m not that fragile,” Qin Xue said, but she didn’t push him away.

Chu Molin didn’t let go of her despite her words. He knew he had gone too far and thought his wife would scold him today, but she remained calm.

Qin Xue knew that scolding him wouldn’t help. After all, they were husband and wife, and he had always respected her and tolerated her shortcomings. He was concerned about her body the last time, and now that her health had improved, there was no way he would not initiate anything.

So why would Qin Xue scold him? Besides, this was a matter between the couple.

Since it was a matter between both parties, going after Chu Molin would be pretentious, right? Qin Xue wouldn’t do such an embarrassing thing. As the old saying goes: If you want to be a whore, don’t think of setting up a chastity arch.

Of course, Qin Xue wasn’t a whore; she was just using this analogy. Otherwise, people would laugh to death if they knew she compared herself to a whore.

As Qin Xue ate the porridge, she thought about the advantages of this situation. She had someone to care for her, and the porridge was so good – thick and sweet, better than what she cooked herself.

Only after eating two bowls did Qin Xue put down her bowl and chopsticks, stopping herself from overeating as it might keep her awake later.

Qin Xue always had a hard time falling asleep immediately after eating too much, so after finishing her meal, she would usually take a walk to help digest the food. This was beneficial for her health.