Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“Xue’er returned and told me about the issue between you two. She was the one who asked me to come and find you.” Chu Molin glanced at him and sat down.

“Please thank Qin Xue for me.” Jing Xin guessed it must have been Qin Xue who had spoken up, otherwise, how would the company commander have known to address this issue immediately upon arrival?

“She said that during their conversation, Fang Xiu mentioned that someone from the Jings had approached her, asking her to take the child and return to the Jings with you, but she refused…” Chu Molin recounted the conversation between Qin Xue and Fang Xiu to Jing Xin.

“Why didn’t she tell me about these things?” Jing Xin had no idea she had been carrying so much on her mind.

“Perhaps she didn’t want to put you in a difficult position,” Chu Molin said after some contemplation.

“She’s really too silly. If she’d told me, this wouldn’t have happened.” Jing Xin thought to himself that the Jings really dared to speak up – even if they wanted to separate mother and child, they needed to ask for his consent. Did they still think he was that powerless man from before?

“A woman’s thoughts might be different from ours, and besides, she might have been going through all that because she cares about you. She must have hidden her suffering because she didn’t want to burden you. Now that you know what happened, you should talk it over with her when you get back.

As soldiers, we already owe our families, especially our wives. So if there’s any issue, just talk it out – don’t allow it to create a rift between husband and wife. Go back to work, and have a good talk with Fang Xiu tonight,” Chu Molin said as he patted Jing Xin’s shoulder and stood up.

“Alright, Deputy Chief, thank you.” Jing Xin was grateful to Chu Molin. Even though it was at Qin Xue’s request and the deputy chief couldn’t refuse, he could still avoid having that conversation if he didn’t want to, right?

“We’re not just colleagues, but also brothers who’ve shared life and death together.” Chu Molin left those words and walked away.

“Deputy Chief, wait for me.” Jing Xin hurriedly chased after him.

“Deputy Chief, why are you going this way? Isn’t it closer that way?” Jing Xin asked after catching up to Chu Molin.

Chu Molin took a different route to avoid bumping into the lovebirds in the field.

“Oh, that way? I saw some filth earlier, and to prevent you from dirtying your eyes, I decided to take this route instead.” Chu Molin didn’t reveal the real reason.

“I see. It doesn’t matter which way we take anyway; it’s all the same to us.” Jing Xin shrugged nonchalantly.

After crying her heart out, Fang Xiu opened the door to fetch water and wash her son’s face. She waited until her eyes didn’t look too bad before opening the door to attend to her business. She didn’t plan to return to the military compound that night, as she didn’t know how to face Jing Xin.

She didn’t know how to tell Jing Xin about her thoughts and feelings.

“Mommy hurts.” Jingtao tugged at his mother’s clothes.

“Taotao, where does it hurt? Tell mommy.” Fang Xiu asked her son, concerned.

“Mommy hurts.” Jingtao pointed to his mother’s belly with his little hand.

Fang Xiu followed his finger and froze, realizing that her hand had subconsciously been rubbing her flat stomach – her son must have thought she had a stomachache.

So she couldn’t bear to part with the child either, and her heart truly loved the child. That’s why she unconsciously touched her belly, just to be closer to the child.

Thinking of Jing Xin’s words, Fang Xiu wondered why she had the courage to give birth to Taotao alone yet lacked the courage to have a second child after Jing Xin returned?

This question lingered in Fang Xiu’s mind and refused to fade away.

“No, mommy is not in pain. Mommy’s just hungry. Let’s go eat, shall we?” Fang Xiu lowered her hand, picked up her son, and spoke softly.