My Happy Daily Life After Being Reborn
Chapter 85 - 13 Onwards_2

Chapter 85: Chapter 13 Onwards_2

But after Happy, he realized something was off. His son seemed to be particularly fond of the phrase "I spit", giggling and shouting "I spit" nonstop.

It was with great difficulty that he finally got him to stop saying those two words, but Shen Chi dared not tell Wanwan about it. She was particular about such things. While she might just frown and disapprove if others swore, she would definitely get angry if their son did.

Of course, she would never take out her anger on their son, and the unlucky one would certainly be him.

Shen Chi finally realized, his wife seemed to particularly enjoy... tormenting him.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t annoyed, but after each torment, his wife’s mood became exceptionally good, her eyes sparkling brightly, and her smile especially beautiful. Her small face, tinged with a slight blush, looked incredibly charming. He hardly struggled before deciding to indulge this little hobby of hers.

After all, isn’t there a saying "Hitting is affection, scolding is love"? It seemed applicable to his wife’s current behavior.

Since his son hadn’t eaten any proper complementary foods these past few days, Lin Xiaoguai made him his favorite corn soup. Shen Chi and Lin Xiaoguai ate quite simply, just a meat dish, a vegetable dish, and a soup.

Shen Chi had no complaints; his wife’s cooking skills were such that even plain rice with pickled vegetables was an unmatched delight. What could he possibly be dissatisfied with?

"I saw a spring bed in the guest room, let’s move it to our room?" The couple worked together to clear the table when Shen Chi suddenly made the suggestion.

"What for?" Lin Xiaoguai did not think Shen Chi meant to suggest sleeping separately.

Shen Chi touched his nose, "The three of us sleeping on one bed is too crowded. Let Little Niangao sleep on the spring bed."

He wasn’t lying; after all, this wasn’t the future with beds as wide as one meter eighty or two meters. A one meter fifty-wide bed was already considered large, and Little Niangao, with his domineering sleeping posture, really made the space quite tight.

Of course, the biggest reason Shen Chi said this was the seductive scene he had seen in the morning that lingered in his mind, making him somewhat restless.

— Although his son might not understand, each time he casually sprawled in the middle, Shen Chi couldn’t even hold his wife. How unfair was that?

Lin Xiaoguai could guess his thoughts. She pretended to hesitate for a moment, watching as Shen Chi’s eyes grew brighter, before she casually said, "I think you should sleep on the spring bed yourself. With your size, I also feel it’s too cramped."

Shen Chi was stunned. Had he just been tricked!?

Lin Xiaoguai ignored him, finished wiping the table, left the dishwashing to him, and gracefully returned to the bedroom with their son.

By the time Shen Chi had cleaned up the kitchen and finished bathing, Lin Xiaoguai was leaning against the bed knitting a sweater, in jade green, probably for herself.

Shen Chi sighed and climbed onto the bed, trying to make small talk, "We spent quite a bit of money today, didn’t we?" He knew that the goods at the Military Family Area general store might not be anything special but were relatively cheaper. Things from outside might be good, but they came at a double price.

"It’s okay, still within an affordable range," Lin Xiaoguai replied nonchalantly.

She wasn’t worried about Shen Chi discovering she hadn’t really gone out. Firstly, Shen Chi was quite careless about household matters, and secondly, the guard area had four gates with guards constantly changing shifts. It was impossible for Shen Chi to ask each one.

Shen Chi knew she had a fair amount of money. He had given her half of the money he took out from his investment with Liu Lao, and she also had about a million from selling flowers, which was more than enough for buying anything.

"I won’t officially start work until the day after tomorrow, so let’s go shopping tomorrow. Oh, we also need to buy a stroller for Little Niangao to sit in, making it easier for you to take him out," Shen Chi proposed, leaning next to her.

"Whatever you want," Lin Xiaoguai replied softly, her movements uninterrupted.

Shen Chi turned to look at her. Even now, with Wanwan so close, he still felt an incredible sense of unreality, a torment in his heart.

— This feeling was all too familiar. Initially, he had fallen in love with Wanwan at first sight. After returning to the military, his mind was full of her, his heart filled with joy and unease, until he employed some tricks to marry her, and his heart then settled down.

He thought such an experience would only happen once, but since Wanwan had nearly miscarried, despite her not arguing with him, he felt restless. Even though their relationship was getting closer and Little Niangao had already been born, this sense of urgency in his heart only increased.

Every time, only when Wanwan showed her true emotions in front of him, even if it was anger, did he feel at peace.

Rather than feeling that Wanwan was brewing something that might suddenly explode one day, escaping from his side after a winning strike.

Strange, isn’t it? Even though Wanwan had always been somewhat indifferent, overall, she seemed very compliant. Yet, deep down, Shen Chi always harbored a fear of losing her.

Due to fatigue during the day, Lin Xiaoguai hadn’t knitted much before she started feeling sleepy. She didn’t push herself, instead, she put away her things and lay down to sleep, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

Beside her, Shen Chi, who had been watching her, shook his head and sighed, yet his gaze was incredibly tender. Looking at his son, who was sleeping soundly with small fists clenched, his chest felt warmly full.

Probably, mature men all have this feeling—watching the wife and child lying next to them makes them feel the entire world’s weight on their shoulders, yet they relish this burden.

Shen Chi was a fundamentally stubborn person. This made Lin Xiaoguai often feel he had a bit of male chauvinism, but those commanding tones were just his way of staunchly defending his decisions.

Thus, he always managed to persist in completing all the things he decided to do—deciding to leave home to make money at the age of fourteen, taking on his family’s livelihood so Mom would no longer have to work; deciding to join the military at eighteen to fulfill his ambitions in the army.

He always forged ahead relentlessly.(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)