Country Love: Xie Dajiao, 37, is pregnant!

Upon hearing Xiangxiu say she wanted to break up, Li Daguo immediately softened, but he couldn't bring himself to back down from his pride as a man, so he begged for forgiveness with a bitter face.

"What a joke! Me, a grown man, washing his clothes? How am I supposed to live with myself if word gets out? The whole village will laugh their heads off! Isn't it enough that I apologize to him?"

"No, you have to wash it!"

Xiangxiu's attitude was exceptionally firm; she grabbed the wet clothes from the table, turned around, and left.

"You're not going to wash, huh? Fine, I'll wash! But don't ever come looking for me again. I'm ashamed of you!"

Li Daguo quickly got up and reached out to stop her, but he was a step too slow and missed. Xiangxiu didn't even turn her head and walked away in a few steps.

He stood there, staring at the wet watermarks on the table, stamping his feet in anger. Washing them was absolutely out of the question, but Xiangxiu was really upset, and he was at a loss for what to do.

In the end, he could only stand there, kicking the stool next to him hard, cursing and sulking under his breath.

Even at night, Wang Xiaomeng's room was still lit up. There were thick order books piled on the table and dense production schedules on the wall. It was clear that she had been very busy lately, working non-stop.

Xie Xiaomei was asleep when Lin Chen strolled over, wanting to check on the production progress of the new order in Changchun.

Pushing open the door, I saw Wang Xiaomeng slumped over the table, rubbing her shoulders incessantly, looking utterly exhausted.

Hearing the noise, Wang Xiaomeng looked up and saw Lin Chen. She smiled.

"Brother Chen, I thought you were asleep."

"Just came to see you. I heard you got a big order from Changchun, you must be very busy!"

Lin Chen pulled up a chair and sat behind her, saying softly:

"Turn around, let me massage your shoulders, they're so stiff."

Wang Xiaomeng didn't stand on ceremony with him and immediately lay down on the bed, her voice tinged with exhaustion:

"Then you can't just coax me, give me a good massage. Sigh, I've been working overtime until the wee hours every day these past few days. The workers are working in shifts, and I have to keep an eye on everything. If this batch of goods is done smoothly, then the market in Changchun will be completely opened up."

Lin Chen's palms were warm, and the pressure was just right, enough to loosen up her tense and stiff muscles.

As the massage continued, Wang Xiaomeng felt all her fatigue subside, and she comfortably closed her eyes, letting out a soft hum.

"Brother Chen, your technique is pretty good, it feels really good."

"If it feels good, massage it a little longer."

Lin Chen softened his tone and gently massaged:

"Don't work so hard. You can't earn all the money in the world. If you ruin your health, it's all for nothing. If you're really too busy, hire a couple more people. Don't do everything yourself."

"It's okay, it'll pass. I don't trust the people I hired."

Wang Xiaomeng placed her hands under her head, her bones brimming with resilience:

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"The factory has just settled down, so every penny saved counts. Once this batch of goods is delivered, I'll take a couple of days off."

The room was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall. Wang Xiaomeng's refreshing fragrance wafted through the air, smelling exceptionally pleasant.

After massaging for more than ten minutes, Wang Xiaomeng's soreness in her shoulders completely disappeared, and she felt much more relaxed.

Lin Chen didn't come down. He gently tugged at Wang Xiaomeng's hair. Wang Xiaomeng gave Lin Chen a charming look, tied her hair up, and turned off the light.

Around midnight, all the lights on the second floor of the villa went out. Xie Xiaomei, Wang Xiaomeng, Chen Yannan, and the others were already fast asleep and didn't make a sound.

Lin Chen tiptoed downstairs and went straight to the bedroom on the first floor.

He gently turned the lock, his movements so subtle that they made no sound.

A small nightlight was on in the room, casting a warm, hazy glow. Inside the crib, the little one slept soundly, his little chest rising and falling, his breathing even.

Xie Dajiao was still awake, sitting against the headboard tidying her clothes, looking like she had just finished breastfeeding.

Hearing the door open, she looked up and saw Lin Chen. Her expression softened instantly, and she scolded him in a low voice.

"Why are you here so late? Keep it down, the little one just finished nursing and is fast asleep, don't wake him up."

Lin Chen took off his shoes and walked over quietly. He first bent down and leaned close to the crib, gently touching the baby's soft little face with his fingertips. Then he turned his head and pinched Xie Dajiao's cheek, replying in a low voice.

"I just came out of Xiaomeng's room. She was exhausted, and I couldn't bear to leave her. I missed you, so I came over."

Xie Dajiao chuckled and moved a little further inside:

"Are you missing me?"

"Thinking about anything is the same as thinking about anything..."

Lin Chen took the opportunity to climb up, slip into the quilt, and gently pulled Xie Dajiao into his arms.

The two of them stood close together, chatting quietly in the dim light of the night lamp, their voices extremely low, afraid of waking the child next to them.

Xie Dajiao lay on his chest, her fingers slowly caressing the buttons of his pajamas, chatting softly.

"By the way, Yongqiang's mother came to the supermarket to chat today. She said that Yongqiang has started digging a well. That kid is so stubborn. He'll sell everything he owns to keep that orchard going. I wonder if the well will even produce water."

Lin Chen gently stroked her back with his palm and said in a steady, soft voice:

"I called Yongqiang, and he said that Technician Wang had carefully examined the terrain and that the probability of water coming out was quite high. Don't worry about it. You're already tired enough taking care of the kids and running the supermarket every day. Don't meddle in other people's business."

"I was just rambling on."

Xie Dajiao looked up and glared at him, her expression carrying a hint of coquettishness:

"This little one always wakes up at night, and I have to feed him twice a night. My back is killing me. During the day, I sit in the supermarket and listen to their chatter, which is really interesting. I feel more relaxed at the supermarket, where I can hear all sorts of fun things. I don't have to do any heavy work because Wang Yun is here. She's so energetic."

Lin Chen didn't reply. Xie Dajiao sighed softly and snuggled closer to him, like a little kitten that was afraid of the cold.

The room was quiet, with only the child's even breathing and the sound of their heartbeats as they pressed together.

Having spent so much time together, the couple had long since lost their initial awkwardness and were now filled with the tacit understanding and tenderness of an old married couple. They deliberately moved very softly, afraid of waking their sleeping child next to them.

As dawn approached, Lin Chen quietly got up, carefully tucked Xie Dajiao in, and made sure that both mother and son were sleeping soundly before tiptoeing out of the room and back to his bedroom on the second floor.

Half-asleep, Xie Dajiao subconsciously touched the empty spot beside her, a slight smile playing on her lips, before turning over and falling back into a deep sleep.

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, Qi Santai's office was quiet. He sat behind his desk, engrossed in reading documents.

Xie Guangkun arrived early today. He got up early and hurriedly drove his donkey cart to town.

He carried a half-bag of his own sun-dried mountain produce, jogged into the office, and greeted everyone with a big smile and bows.

"Mayor Qi, are you busy? I thought I'd come and see you, and also to tell you something."

Qi Santai glanced at him, put down his pen, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of water.

"Guangkun, sit down. I know you too well. You don't come here unless you need something. So, what is it this time?"

Xie Guangkun pulled up a stool, leaned forward, and said in a low voice:

"Mayor, I heard that the old principal of our town's central primary school is about to retire? You know my family, Changshan. He's been working in primary school for so many years. He's experienced and capable. He wants to try it out there. You have a lot of influence. If it doesn't work out, you can put in a good word for him and let him go there."

After listening, Qi Santai sneered, took another sip of his tea, and slowly said:

"Let Changshan go? You really want to go?"

"Mayor, what are you saying?"

Xie Guangkun immediately became serious:

"Why wouldn't you want to go? This is a good thing. Changshan talks about it every day at home, hoping for a chance to improve."

"I think he shouldn't go."

Qi Santai put down his teacup, his eyes conveying a meaningful look:

"Even if I tell you why, you still can't let him go."

Xie Guangkun was stunned on the spot:

"Why? Why can't we go? Tell me, what's going on?"

Qi San was too lazy to beat around the bush with him, so he just told the truth:

"That female teacher who had a grudge against Pi Changshan is now a teacher at the central school. Do you still want him to go? If you really want him to go, I'll process the paperwork for him right now. It's just a matter of a word."

"what……"

Xie Guangkun exclaimed, his eyes darting around, and he instantly realized what was happening. He raised his hand and slapped his thigh.

"No wonder this kid keeps bringing this up with me! He's itching to see his old flame! Thank goodness you reminded me, Mayor, we really can't let him go!"

"Not going?"

"I'm not going, I'm not going, I absolutely can't go!"

Qi Santai waved his hand, clearly impatient:

"If you're not going, then go ahead. I have a ton of things to do."

Xie Guangkun was seething with anger. He said a few words and left, taking all the mountain produce he had brought with him. He stormed out of the office.

Qi Santai glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Xie Guangkun cursed Pi Changshan countless times in his mind along the way. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this son-in-law was too cunning and almost fell for his tricks.