Feng Qingxue was not distrustful, but she couldn’t believe, couldn’t believe that the news came so quickly, so suddenly. It was such a surprise she sought confirmation from Wu Zheng, only to receive the exact same answer.
So, on her way back, she was particularly careful.
She didn’t ride her bicycle, worried about the bumpy ride, instead she walked, pushing it along. Halfway home, she remembered to fill the bamboo basket hung on the back seat with various items taken from her space and then put the lid on.
Feng Qingxue returned to the Wanglou Brigade later than expected. Lu Jiang was so anxious, his neck stretched out at the crossroads.
Someone noticed this and couldn’t resist teasing, "Lu Jiang, are you waiting for your wife?"
"Yes. Qingxue should have been back by now, there’s still no sign of her, I’m very worried." Not bothered by the teasing, a regretful Lu Jiang, who didn’t accompany his wife, was about to ask this guy to have Lu Tianjun and Guan Cheng searching for his wife on the way to the Mining Area Hospital. Just then, he saw his wife’s figure, starting as a tiny dot and gradually growing larger. He immediately wheeled himself towards her.
The man teasing Lu Jiang was taken aback. After shaking his head and laughing, he walked away.
"Why are you back so late?" His first sentence made Feng Qingxue pause, half of her joy instantly evaporated.
Realizing his tone wasn’t nice and fearing his wife might overthink, Lu Jiang immediately regretted it and said, "I was worried about you. Based on your route to deliver vegetables and then go shopping, you should have arrived home at least half an hour ago."
Feng Qingxue softened, "I’m sorry, Ajiang, I won’t do this again."
"Always have Tianjun or Guancheng accompany you when you go out and I’m not at home." Lu Jiang didn’t trust his gentle and beautiful wife to go out alone; today’s incident had scared him.
"Don’t worry, whenever you’re not at home and I go out, I always dress down." Even now when she went out with Lu Jiang, Feng Qingxue often covered most of her face or head with a kerchief. She didn’t show her beauty to strangers easily to avoid unnecessary troubles. She told outsiders she covered her face with the kerchief to protect herself from dust and wind.
Lu Jiang held her hand and sighed.
"Ajiang, don’t be upset. I have some potentially good news to tell you." If they were at home, Feng Qingxue would have smoothed out his furrowed brow.
Lu Jiang turned his wheelchair and asked, "What’s the good news?"
"I might be pregnant!" As Feng Qingxue pushed her bicycle, her body leaned against one side of the wheelchair as they walked home. She whispered into his ear, "I had my pulse taken at the city’s workers’ hospital, and then I went to Mr. Wu at the Mining Area Hospital. The results were the same."
Lu Jiang was puzzled, "What do you mean, ’might be’?"
Feng Qingxue stomped her foot shyly, "I mean, I’m pregnant! The doctor said it’s been less than a month."
Lu Jiang’s eyes bulged instantly, his face lit up with ecstasy, excitedly saying, "Preg... "
Just as he was about to say the word "pregnant", he suddenly remembered they were already in the middle of the Wanglou Brigade, and it was bustling with people. There seemed to be a saying in their family that a pregnancy of less than three months shouldn’t be disclosed to others. He quickly changed his words, "Is it true? Qingxue, is it true? Tell me, is it true? Really? Is it? Is it?"
He rambled on, almost incoherently.
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