Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 1266: A Bad Feeling

Chapter 1266: Chapter 1266: A Bad Feeling

"That’s more like it!" An Hao smiled with the corners of her mouth turned up. She simply loved the feeling of this man doting on her.

Qin Jian smiled indulgently as well. He took An Hao’s hand and said, "Let’s go, I’ll be free all day today! Whatever you want to do, I’ll accompany you."

"Really? That’s great, let’s go see a movie."

"Okay."

Qin Jian and An Hao watched a movie, had dinner, and strolled through the central park. By the time they got home, An Hao was utterly exhausted.

She hadn’t had such a wild day of fun in a long time, and today she had truly indulged.

After getting home, she washed up and went to bed early.

When she woke up the next day, the sky was overcast, completely different from the previous day’s bright clear sky.

After breakfast, dark clouds loomed, and a storm swept over Nancheng City in the blink of an eye.

"They say that June’s weather changes as swiftly as a child’s face, but it seems May’s weather isn’t much better," Zhang Yun said while tidying up.

An Hao sat in the living room, propping up her chin and sighing regretfully as she looked outside: "I had planned to go out for a walk today if the weather was nice, but now it seems like that was just a beautiful wish."

"Don’t be sulky." After tidying up, Zhang Yun brought over a stack of newspapers and handed them to An Hao, "Help me with the clippings!"

Clipping articles meant looking for useful content on the newspaper and cutting it out to paste into a notebook for future reference.

"Alright." An Hao picked up the newspaper and scissors and casually asked Zhang Yun, "What kind of content do you need me to cut out?"

"I’ll mark them, and you do the cutting." Zhang Yun spread the newspaper out flat, used a pencil to check the content she wanted, and then handed it to An Hao.

Seeing her mother-in-law had made the marks, An Hao picked up the scissors and newspaper and started cutting.

Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder burst from the sky, startling An Hao.

The scissors in her hand swerved, nearly cutting her finger.

She panicked and quickly released the scissors, which fell to the ground with a thud.

Her heart raced with panic.

"What’s wrong? Did you cut your hand?" Zhang Yun was also startled and hurriedly dropped what she was holding to check on An Hao.

She examined An Hao’s hand carefully, and upon seeing that An Hao was not hurt, she breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death! Thankfully, you’re alright."

An Hao covered her chest, taking a while to release her hand: "That really gave me a scare just now; my heart was pounding so hard."

Zhang Yun looked at her with concern: "You’re so young; you shouldn’t have any heart issues, right? I’ll have her check you tonight when she gets back."

An Hao shook her head: "There’s nothing wrong with my heart; it’s just that I always have this bad premonition, like something is going to happen."

"Don’t talk nonsense! What bad things can happen? From now on, our family will have nothing but good things!" Zhang Yun wouldn’t let An Hao entertain wild thoughts.

"Maybe that’s it. Perhaps it’s because I’m pregnant that I’m emotionally unstable and keep imagining things." An Hao shook her head forcefully, driving the negative emotions out of her brain.

"Come on, continue cutting out articles for me." Zhang Yun said as she picked up the scissors and handed them back to An Hao, "After you have nothing else to do, help me out, stay busy and you won’t have these random thoughts."

"Mhm, okay." An Hao nodded and agreed.

After cutting out the articles and pasting them one by one, An Hao felt sleepy, and Zhang Yun asked her to go upstairs to sleep.

She was just about to start cooking lunch when the phone in the house rang.

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