Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1251: Final Reminders 2

Chapter 1251: Chapter 1251: Final Reminders 2

Feng Qingxue propped up his bottom to lift him higher and laughed, "This child develops a little later, always a step, no, three steps behind his two brothers. Now he can stand up; he can stand with support from my legs." There were no other issues; she had checked her son carefully. He was inherently weak with delayed development. He could speak more fluently than his brothers but just didn’t like to open his mouth much.

Wang Sanbao nodded, "It’s because you’ve taken good care of him. You’ve taught us all a serious lesson."

When it came to Zhuangzhuang, who wouldn’t be envious of her for having such a good mother? In the eyes of many doctors, children like Zhuangzhuang were not easy to keep alive, but over the past year, although he often had small ailments like colds, fevers, and coughs, he grew up safe and sound, growing well, no longer seeming frail as if he would not survive.

Feng Qingxue said softly, "I am the child’s mother."

With one sentence, she explained that her attentiveness to Zhuangzhuang was only natural, while also acknowledging the role medical science played.

The cheering voices of Dundun and Xiongxiong came over, and Zhuangzhuang turned his head to look.

"Does Zhuangzhuang want to play too?" Feng Qingxue quickly brought him over, placed him on the ground to stand, and of course, she kept both hands under his arms so he needn’t worry about falling. "Your brother and sister are over there, is it okay for Zhuangzhuang to walk over?"

Zhuangzhuang lifted his foot, hesitated for a bit, then placed his foot back down.

Feng Qingxue encouraged, "Good boy, Zhuangzhuang, you are so strong. How about taking a couple of steps to show Mommy?"

"Mommy!" Zhuangzhuang turned around, reaching out his arms for her to hold him.

After standing for just a short while, the little guy felt tired. It was evident that his legs were getting soft and he wanted to slide down. Feng Qingxue sighed and hastily scooped him into her arms, heading towards where Guan Cheng and the others were.

The pretty little guy showed a sweet smile, rubbing his cheek against Feng Qingxue’s, "Mommy!"

Seeing him like this, Feng Qingxue felt a sudden softness in her heart.

Feng Qingxue knew that this couldn’t go on; she needed to train him to stand firmly and walk. He couldn’t be allowed to always depend on her. So she had planned to start the journey at the beginning of April but had brought it forward by half a month.

The one who found it hardest to part with her was, of course, Lu Jiang, who watched his wife pack with a pitiful look.

"Qingxue!"

All the other children were not at home except for Zhuangzhuang. He called out once, then again, and another time, calling until Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting on the kang playing, turned his head in puzzlement, looking at him in wonder, "Mommy!"

Feng Qingxue responded and turned around, glancing at Lu Jiang, then she suddenly let out a chuckle.

"What’s with that look?" She teased, his expression resembling Xiongxiong’s when he can’t get any milk powder.

"I can’t bear to part with you!" Lu Jiang wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his face on her shoulder. "We’ve just started to live a life where we can be together every day, and now you’re going back home. Are we destined to be apart so often?"

Feng Qingxue held him back, patting his lower back.

"We’re just going back for a while, at most for a year and a half. Without realizing it, Xibao has been living alone with Dad at home for a year. I miss him so much. We can’t ignore the kids just because of ourselves." Even if it was to ensure that the children could ’study well and uplift themselves every day’, they couldn’t let them become left-behind children and leave an indelible scar on their childhood.

Lu Jiang sighed. "You only have eyes for the children, as if I’m not here."

"Who says you’re not?" Feng Qingxue immediately pushed him away, placing her hands on his shoulders, looking up into his face. "You look at my face, look into my eyes, and tell me if you’re there?"

Yes! His reflection was in her eyes!