I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

In the sixth month of the lunar calendar, Yang Tongchuan took Xiangxi, who was three months pregnant, to the doctor again.

After taking his pulse, the doctor inquired about his daily life.

During the early stages of her pregnancy, Xiangxi did experience a period where she vomited everything she ate, and eventually, she even started vomiting bile.

The only thing I could eat was plain noodles with just salt.

During that time, Xiangxi became extremely thin. She was even thinner than when she first got married.

Frightened, Yang Tongchuan spent every day either visiting the clinic or seeking advice from colleagues who already had children.

I didn't dare to sleep soundly at night. Several times I woke up in a fright, and I had to touch Xiangxi's face to make sure he was still breathing before I dared to go back to sleep.

After getting through that period, Yang Tongchuan didn't dare to give Xiangxi any extra nourishment, as Xiangxi had a very weak spleen and stomach and could only be fed little by little.

Even now, we haven't managed to fatten up all those meats back to normal.

"Yes, the young master's condition has stabilized. Judging by the dates, he should give birth in the first month of next year. During this time, he should rest and recuperate at home. But remember, if he eats too much and the baby is too big, the delivery will be very dangerous." The doctor said this last sentence to Yang Tongchuan.

To prevent the constable from frequently visiting his clinic, which might lead the neighbors to believe that his clinic is involved in a lawsuit.

Having been reassured by the doctor, Yang Tongchuan walked with much lighter steps afterward, and even made a special trip to the Xiang family on his way home to share the good news.

Xiang Qiang was happy to hear the news, but he was also a little worried about Xiang Xi's health.

Xiangxi is now the most protected person in the entire Yang family, and truly lives a life where she doesn't have to lift a finger.

The only opportunity to use a needle and thread is to sew a few small clothes for the child.

The finished product turned out horribly and was utterly disliked by her sister-in-law, Mingle.

Mingle took on the task of making clothes and bibs for the child.

Xiangxi's only task was to choose the fabric and pattern; he didn't have to do anything else.

Yang Tongchuan discussed with his mother that, based on the delivery date, it would be best to reserve a wet nurse as soon as possible.

"Isn't it too early to make a decision now?"

Yang's mother has been through this before, so she is quite experienced.

"Let's keep looking; good wet nurses are hard to find. We, the second branch of the family, will pay for this ourselves; we can't let the rest of the family take the money."

Yang Tongchuan had witnessed his sister-in-law from the Xiang family develop postpartum illnesses due to improper postpartum care. Therefore, he paid special attention to this.

"If this wet nurse is reliable, I'd like to keep her employed until the child is weaned." This is Yang Tongchuan's first child, and he wants to give him the best of everything.

"Isn't this a bit too long? Babies can usually drink goat milk after the first month." Yang's mother knew that Yang Tongchuan was just worried and confused, so she wasn't angry and slowly explained the ins and outs to him.

After a boy gives birth, families with the means will buy a ewe, while those with even better means will hire a wet nurse to take care of him for a period of time.

Children from poor families usually grow up drinking rice and oil.

"This matter is not urgent. Go back and discuss it with Xiangxi again," Yang's mother told her son to go back first.

Xiangxi was unwell for a while, and her second son also lost a lot of weight.

Back in the room.

Yang Tongchuan noticed that Xiang happy was sitting on the edge of the bed with a sullen face, looking annoyed.

"Who dared to provoke our precious little darling? Why are they so angry?" Yang Tongchuan, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, walked towards Xiangxi with a grin.

"Don't come any closer," Xiangxi said, pointing at him and preventing him from getting near.

"What's wrong? She was fine at dinner, why is she throwing a tantrum now?" Yang Tongchuan had already noticed that Xiangxi's temper had been unpredictable lately.

Good one moment, bad the next. Just a few days ago, Xiangxi was holding a bowl of chicken soup, drinking it while crying, saying that the chicken had died so tragically.

Yang Tongchuan was so frightened that he thought Xiangxi had been possessed by an evil spirit.

Later, when I talked to my colleagues about it, I realized that everyone had gone through this stage.

A colleague who was in charge of interrogations in prison told him, "Your wife is nothing compared to mine. When I got home from work, she absolutely refused to let me into her bedroom, saying the smell of blood on me was too strong and made her want to vomit. She told me to buy a few pounds of mugwort to get rid of the smell." Honestly, I was so idle that month I was practically drinking tea at the yamen gate every day; where would I have gotten that blood smell?

Another colleague who was in charge of recording also married a young man. On the day of delivery, his water broke, but he insisted on eating sugar water.

He said he wouldn't have the strength to have children if he couldn't get the dessert, but the dessert shop he wanted had been closed for two years. Where could he buy it?

"That day, I bought from every dessert shop that was open in the west of the city, but there wasn't a single bowl he liked. In the end, he cried, cursed at me, and got angry. The noise was so loud that the neighbors thought I had done something heinous, abandoning my wife and children." As he said this, his colleague's eyes were filled with tears.

From then on, Yang Tongchuan felt that whatever request Xiangxi made must be reasonable.

"Who is this? Who did you draw?" Xiangxi threw a stack of sketches on the ground.

Yang Tongchuan's face turned red instantly upon seeing this.

These are the "erotic pictures" he drew before the wedding, when he couldn't sleep at night because he was thinking about Xiangxi.

"Where did you find this?" Yang Tongchuan regretted saying that as soon as he finished speaking, because Xiangxi started crying again.

Xiangxi had nothing to do tonight, so she tidied up the bookshelf. There wasn't much stuff, but it had been a long time since she'd cleaned it, and it was all covered in dust.

While wiping, I wasn't paying attention and knocked over the stack of drawing paper on the top shelf.

Drawing paper was scattered all over the floor, and Xiangxi quickly squatted down to clean it up.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the drawings were all private pictures of Yang Tongchuan and other people.

Xiangxi was trembling all over as she watched.

Xiang Xi is more familiar with Yang Tongchuan's painting style than anyone else; brushstrokes and style are things that cannot be faked.

"You shameless person! Who are these people on the screen? You, you, you are still together!" Xiangxi cried, her whole body trembling.

The content on the drawing paper was far too explicit.

Xiangxi knew that Yang Tongchuan had a high sex drive, so she always tried her best to satisfy him.

But why did things still develop this way?

Could it be that because she was unwell during her pregnancy and neglected Yang Tongchuan, he went out to find someone else?

How are we going to live like this?

In the blink of an eye, Xiangxi had already imagined a grand drama of Yang Tongchuan's womanizing.

The more I think about it, the more aggrieved.

How did this man change so quickly?

"It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding, there's no one here." Yang Tongchuan felt that if he couldn't appease Xiangxi soon, something terrible was about to happen.

Yang Tongchuan picked up a "Horseback Crossing Map" from the ground. The face on this map was drawn in more detail at the time.

"Look at this silver bracelet on this person's wrist. Does it look familiar? Isn't it the one I added to the betrothal gifts?"

"I don't want to see it, it's dirty stuff."

"Why is it dirty? It's a drawing of you."