Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“Taotao, be good, Dad will help you wash your face clean.” Jing Xin wrung the towel and wiped his son’s face before pulling his little hand to wash it. If he hadn’t come today, he wouldn’t know what might have happened.

Jing Xin carried the child back to the room and saw his wife’s furrowed brow. She must be having trouble sleeping even in her dreams. Jing Xin reached out and gently caressed her forehead, trying to smooth the wrinkles. However, Fang Xiu did not relax and instead furrowed her brow even more tightly.

“Xiuxiu, don’t worry, I’m here, everything’s fine,” Jing Xin whispered soothingly as he continued to stroke her.

His words did help, as Fang Xiu finally relaxed her furrowed brow and slept peacefully under his reassurance.

After comforting his wife, Jing Xin coaxed his son to sleep. Once the child was asleep, he placed him beside his mother, then got up to close the shop door before coming back to undress and lie down on the bed. With one arm, he held his wife close, closed his eyes and fell asleep. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days and was very tired. Now that his wife and child were by his side, he felt at ease and soon fell asleep.

When Fang Xiu woke up, she found herself restrained. Alarmed, she opened her eyes and saw the familiar eyebrows and eyes in front of her. Fang Xiu looked at the dark circles under his eyes, wondering how long he had gone without proper rest.

Fang Xiu gently tried to shift, wanting to escape this man’s embrace, but as soon as she moved, Jing Xin tightened his arm.

“Xiuxiu, don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Jing Xin thought Fang Xiu was still having trouble sleeping. He comforted her without even opening his eyes, his hand gently patting her back.

Fang Xiu froze, her heart aching. Why should this man bother with this instinctive action? She was confused.

She was really tired of this kind of life and didn’t want to go on any longer. In the few short days since he had left on his mission, Mrs. Jing had come to see her almost every day, and she was really fed up with it.

As Fang Xiu thought, tears flowed, soaking into Jing Xin’s arm. The wet touch still startled him awake.

“Xiuxiu, what’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?” Jing Xin anxiously asked Fang Xiu.

“I’m fine.” Fang Xiu wiped her face with her hand, turned over and faced away from Jing Xin, not wanting him to see her crying.

“Are you really alright? Why are you crying then?” Jing Xin wanted to turn her back around, but Fang Xiu wouldn’t let him. After several unsuccessful attempts, he had no choice but to hold her as he buried his head in her neck.

“Jing Xin, let’s talk.” Fang Xiu’s nasal voice reached Jing Xin’s ears.

“Talk about what?” Jing Xin took a deep breath and asked.

“Let’s talk about our relationship.” Fang Xiu touched her stomach and slowly began to speak.

“Aren’t we good? What is there to say?” Jing Xin raised his head and asked.

“Go back to the Jings, and leave our mother and child alone,” said Fang Xiu, revealing the conclusion she had come to over the past few days.

“Fang Xiu, what do you mean?” Jing Xin didn’t expect Fang Xiu to say such a thing.

“I mean it literally.” Fang Xiu had had enough of this irritating life.

“Is there something I’ve done wrong that makes you want to leave?” Jing Xin’s voice trembled with pain as he asked.

“It’s not your fault, I’m just tired. I just want to live quietly with the children,” Fang Xiu sighed, her heart also heavy.

There were always people in this world who didn’t want her to live a peaceful life. What could she do? Dealing with these annoying demons drained her energy. She just wanted to live a good life with Taotao and the child in her belly. Why was it so difficult?