Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1137: Triplets 8

Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: Triplets 8

Wang Sanbao wore a stern face, "Disperse, all of you disperse! What’s the excitement here for! It’s fine for Lu Jiang to stay outside."

At this very moment, Lu Jiang was sprawled on the ground, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

Xibao was crouching next to Lu Jiang, fanning him with her little hand, while Fubao had temporarily become her brother’s shadow.

Bai Xue glanced at him and said to Wang Sanbao, "Look, Sister Sanbao, the regiment commander Lu is so tired he’s almost sticking his tongue out. What help can he be by staying here? We have many hands to make light work. With one command from the delivery room, a hundred people outside will respond, and everything can be handled smoothly and properly."

"Yes, Sister Sanbao, we won’t interfere with your work," added Fang Ning, approaching.

Wang Sanbao couldn’t be bothered with them and went straight into the delivery room.

The elderly woman next to Yang Fengying said to her, "Fengying, giving birth doesn’t happen so quickly. Let’s go back and make a bowl of egg noodles to bring over. I’ll cook some millet porridge at home with brown sugar to eat after giving birth."

She was Yang Fengying’s mother, who had only arrived at the military unit today and hadn’t had the chance to visit Feng Qingxue yet.

But they had learned that it was Feng Qingxue in the delivery room, a good friend their daughter wanted her to help take care of during her confinement period.

The millet was something they had managed to bring; it wasn’t much, just four pounds.

Seeing the turmoil in the Capital, the elderly couple was extremely relieved that their daughter had left the Capital early on. They were especially grateful to Feng Qingxue. Although she could no longer perform Beijing opera in the border defense force, it was better than living in constant fear in the Capital.

They couldn’t count how many masters had been criticized and struggled against for performing Beijing opera.

"Alright, Mom, let’s head back first." After saying this, Yang Fengying turned to Lu Jiang, "Regiment Commander Lu, we’re heading back first. We will come by again later. Don’t worry too much, Qingxue knows what she’s doing!"

Lu Jiang pushed himself up against the wall, feeling as if his legs had been injected with vinegar, and saluted Yang’s mother.

He had heard everything Yang’s mother said and was very grateful in his heart.

Tian Ling quickly said with a smile, "There’s no need to trouble the mother of Captain Yang. I’ve taken your family’s money, so isn’t it my responsibility to take care of Qingxue? Comrade Captain Yang, you and your mother shouldn’t take my job. I just asked, and Qingxue had a meal before going into labor. I will go back now to cook the millet porridge that Qingxue’s family specially sent over."

In reality, Qingxue had taken it out of her space, mixed in with the things her family had sent over.

With everyone scrambling to cook, Lu Jiang finally decided, entrusting the task to Tian Ling, "We don’t know when the baby will be born. If it takes a long time, Qingxue will definitely be hungry. Make a bowl of noodles and bring it over, and add several poached eggs."

"Don’t worry, I know. Giving birth isn’t that smooth; it takes time!" she replied confidently.

Feng Qingxue, experienced in childbirth, was covered in sweat from contractions, but she endured the pain without crying out. Moreover, she kept pacing around the delivery bed. She told Guo Xiuying, "Ajiang hasn’t eaten yet. Ask a nurse to go out and tell him to eat before he comes back to wait."

"Focus on yourself. Lu Jiang missing a meal is no big deal!" Guo Xiuying retorted.

Feng Qingxue stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

Wang Sanbao checked her fetal position and heartbeat, "The fetal heart is strong, and the position is correct. Your nutrition is well-rounded, plus this is your third child, so just wait calmly for your baby to arrive!"

And wait she did, for five or six hours, during which Feng Qingxue even managed to have a meal of egg noodles.

By midnight, only Lu Jiang, Zhao Yong, Ouyang Zijin, Shang Kun, Qiao Desheng, Yang Fengying, Fang Ning, and Feng Qingyun remained at the door. Lu Jiang had sent everyone else away, including Bai Xue, who wanted to rub some luck off the twins. Those who stayed were those who couldn’t be chased away.