Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 863 - 0863: Divorce Application 1

Chapter 863: Chapter 0863: Divorce Application 1

Though chills of spring commanded baths in Huaqing Pool, where silky waters washed away the crèmes of beauties,

With maids to hold her faint form with attentive care, such was the time when favor freshly fell upon her slender frame.

No Huaqing Pool was there, nor the cold of spring, yet Feng Qingxue relied on Lu Jiang to lift her from the warm springs, hurriedly taking a dry towel from "the space" to wrap around her body, staring at him crossly. He truly lacked restraint!

Lu Jiang, his face full of contentment, moved closer to her, "Wife, let me help you."

Feng Qingxue turned away, "No need, I can dress myself!" She wasn’t without hands, after all.

"Let me help," he pleaded in a tone matching that of two- or three-year-old Xibao, and now Fubao.

"No, thanks!"

The couple tugged and pulled at each other, and the clothes that could have been donned in minutes took them over ten without success, as Fubao’s cries filtered through the little tent, "Mommy, Mommy, where are you? I can’t see you."

Feng Qingxue elbowed Lu Jiang in the chest, "Go check!"

She fastened her clothes, and Lu Jiang bent down to enter the small tent and lift out their daughter.

The little girl’s first action was to touch her own neck, finding nothing there; what had been just thunder without rain became a fountain of tears.

"Where’s my necklace? Daddy, where’s Xibao’s necklace?"

Feng Qingxue hurried into the tent and took out the Seven Treasures Necklace from under the pillow, hanging it around her neck.

"Why the tears, little one? Your necklace has no feet to run away with," Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but feel exasperated. If this went on, how would they manage once back in the camp? She certainly couldn’t let her keep wearing the necklace.

In these times, the main colors for clothing were black, blue, gray, green, a palette even more dull over a decade.

If even the style and color of clothes were so restrained, what about the brightly colored jewelry symbolizing the decadent lifestyle of the bourgeoisie?

Having seen her necklace, Fubao finally stopped crying, with two lines of tears still trailing down her cheeks. After being washed by tears, her eyes were even clearer, like stars against the night sky, like lakes upon the ground.

Xibao rubbed his eyes and crawled out of the tent, "Mommy, I made my sister cry, what should I do?"

Feng Qingxue chuckled softly, "Where did you hit your sister?" Could it be a dream?

Fubao, too, would dream of hitting her brother, and upon waking, she’d proudly tell herself that she had defeated him.

Xibao’s eyes were still not fully open, "I kicked her, and I hit her butt, she’s crying. Will she not like me anymore? I really like my sister, I don’t want to be a bad brother!" Even if the sister always took away the parents’ attention.

"Big brother didn’t hit me!" Fubao had already cheered up, "I just couldn’t find my necklace, so I cried."

Xibao’s eyes widened in an instant, glancing at his sister cradled in their father’s arms, pointing at her necklace, "It’s not lost, sister, your necklace is right there on your neck, not lost!"

"I found it!" Fubao replied earnestly.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, amidst their children’s innocent chatter, returned to the tent.

As the holiday drew to a close, they began packing up to leave.

Some of the items they no longer needed were seemingly placed in the car but were actually stored by Feng Qingxue into "the space"; otherwise, their car couldn’t have managed the load.

A personal space was indeed a wonder must-have for any household.

After resting properly for a night, they broke camp the next morning. Basang Zhuoma ran over, out of breath, handing Feng Qingxue a Nine-eyed Heavenly Bead strung on the Seven Treasures Necklace.

"What is this?"

"I visited the monastery, and the master asked me to give this to you," Basang Zhuoma said seriously. "He mentioned that you are blessed with good fortune and this Heaven Pearl, influenced for a thousand years before the Buddha, has chosen you as its master. Please cherish it."