Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1129 - 1128: Midnight Snack 6

Chapter 1129: Chapter 1128: Midnight Snack 6

"Taking leave?" Feng Qingxue caressed her belly, "My due date is at the end of the year. If I take maternity leave now, what will I do when the baby comes? I only have fifty-six days of maternity leave."

Lu Jiang grinned, "You mean you have to keep working even when you’re feeling unwell? I’m not suggesting you go on maternity leave."

As long as it wasn’t maternity leave, that was fine. Maternity leave should be saved for the time around childbirth. Feng Qingxue quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s true. My belly is getting bigger, and I do feel a bit overwhelmed. I’m always tired and get hungry easily. I’ll file for leave first thing tomorrow morning. With my belly this size, the military certainly won’t refuse."

After hearing this, Lu Jiang felt very sympathetic. He washed his oily hands and came back to touch her belly, "Once these two little guys are out, I will definitely give them a good talking-to. How could they make their mom suffer like this."

Before he could finish, they heard Fubao say, "Hit! Hit! Hit hard! Spank the bottom!"

The daughter woke up? She has such a grudge against her brothers?

When the couple turned around, in the dim candlelight, they saw their daughter flip over, curled up in the blanket, sound asleep with her fair little foot resting on Xibao’s face.

Xibao, seemingly feeling itchy on the face in his sleep, absent-mindedly pushed his sister’s foot away.

It turned out to be sleep-talking. Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue smiled at each other knowingly.

The next morning, when Xibao woke up and saw his father sleeping soundly on the bed, his excitement was indescribable. He jumped in place, about to pounce on his father, but was caught by Feng Qingxue, who had just come back to the edge of the bed after relieving herself. She whispered, "Dad just came back in the middle of the night. He’s very sleepy and tired. Be a good Xibao and don’t wake dad."

Xibao covered his mouth with both hands, nodding vigorously, "Xibao good, dad sleepy, Xibao won’t bother dad!"

But how alert Lu Jiang was. He immediately opened his eyes. Although he had reported to headquarters yesterday, here he was still under Hen Xiangqian and had to provide a brief summary report.

He got up and prepared breakfast. The typically late-sleeper Fubao only then rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"Daddy!" The little girl was thrilled, plunging into his arms, sticking to him even during his work.

Feng Qingxue, feeling neglected, took her son with her. Using her discomfort as an excuse, she filed a leave report. Considering the extreme hardship of carrying twins, the military didn’t give her a hard time and approved it swiftly.

After Lu Jiang finished his work report, he also managed to get a few days off, spending every day at home with his wife and kids.

Seeing his wife’s all-over swelling, the frequent bathroom visits, the night-time leg cramps, the occasional incontinence, her feet so swollen she couldn’t even fit into her slippers, leading to a pair of oversized slippers barely accommodating her feet, Lu Jiang was overwhelmed with sympathy, "Let’s not have any more kids, no more, not even one."

Feng Qingxue leaned on his shoulder and smiled, "Master Shan once said you are destined to have four sons, and we’re still one short!"

"Even if we’re short one, I don’t want any more!" Lu Jiang said without hesitation.

Shang Kun, who had accompanied Lu Jiang on this mission, coughed from outside, reminding them of his presence. After getting permission, he lifted the curtain and came in, "What’s this about not wanting any? Commander Lu, if you dare say you don’t want the two kids in your wife’s belly, I think most of the brothers will skin you alive. Twins, man, they’re rare."

"How do you have the time to come over?"

Shang Kun said solemnly, "Regarding the appointment letter, it has already been issued from above."

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