Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland
Chapter 1181 - 1182 You Stole My Job

Chapter 1181: Chapter 1182 You Stole My Job

Little Huzi really overlooked that point.

"But the doctor checked, and mom just has some anemia." We can’t just not want this child because mom is older, can we?

"It’s good to have the child. We can afford to raise it, afford to raise it. I’ll go steam some eggs for your mom." Old Man Zhao hoped for many children and grandchildren.

He hoped his daughter would have more children.

But since having Little Huzi, his daughter hadn’t given birth again.

In this regard, he also felt it wasn’t his place to ask, ultimately believing it was because of Ahao’s job that they didn’t have a second child.

"Wife, you lie down, I’ll go see if dad has finished cooking." Yun Hao tucked Meng Yunhan in with the blanket and went to get some food for his wife.

Meng Yunhan found it funny, she had just fainted for a moment, really just a moment, and yet Ahao was so cautious.

She was in good health.

These years, she seldom caught a cold.

"Dad, is dinner ready?" Yun Hao saw his father, whose temples were streaked with white hair. Now in his sixties, nearly seventy.

Old Man Zhao pointed at the pot, "Steamed eggs for Yunhan." His tone changed, "Ahao, this child is the second one, but what about your military unit?"

If this was aborted, he too would regret it.

Yun Hao smiled and said, "Dad, don’t worry, we won’t abort the child. I’ve been tired in the military these years. Taking this opportunity to retire isn’t bad, just that from now on I’ll have to depend on my wife."

He didn’t feel ashamed or think of himself as a kept man.

That time when Little Huzi was born, he couldn’t stay continuously with his wife, which was a great regret for him. Now his wife was pregnant again; he could watch the child grow up gradually. In a few days, he would take his wife for another check-up. Although she looked young, her age was there, and he didn’t know if there were any dangers in having this child. Thinking of this, Yun Hao’s excitement diminished slightly.

"It’s good you’re retiring; that way, you can take over the factory matters." Every time he saw his daughter so tired, he wished someone at home could share some of her burdens.

"Mom, shall I read you a poem?" Little Huzi took a book of ancient poems to Meng Yunhan’s room and began speaking.

Meng Yunhan was baffled. What are you reading to me for? She didn’t have any exams to take.

But this was the first time her son had come to her so intimately since he had grown up, reciting poems in front of her, "Okay, go ahead!"

Little Huzi read with emotion, and Meng Yunhan listened groggily, soon becoming a lullaby.

Yun Hao returned to the room to find his son disturbing his wife’s rest.

"Go back to your room now."

Little Huzi whispered, "Mom once said this was prenatal education, I was just greeting the little sister in mom’s belly."

Yun Hao glanced at his son, "You’re stealing my job."

Reluctantly, Little Huzi left the book behind and exited.

Yun Hao sat by the bed, silently watching his wife, whispering softly by her ear, "Wife, wife, wife..." If he weren’t worried about his wife getting hungry—she now had to eat for two, and mustn’t go hungry—he would not have woken her.

Meng Yunhan heard someone calling her in her daze, opened her eyes, and saw Yun Hao.

"Ahao..."

Yun Hao helped her sit up halfway, propped her with a pillow, and fed her the steamed eggs.

"Wife, I’ve decided. I’m retiring. I’ll come back and help you, is that okay?"

Meng Yunhan was surprised for a moment, "Retire? But didn’t you say you were going to get promoted again?" From deputy regiment commander to regiment commander had taken over a decade, and now he was finally moving up again. How was he suddenly prepared to retire?