Chapter 68. One is a noun, and the other is a verb...

"Gu Lin is pregnant, did you know?"

Fu Ci couldn't possibly know, as he didn't get home until evening and his family hadn't told him about it.

Tang Mingli also understood the answer from his reaction, and was even more puzzled.

Her grandparents told her, so why didn't they tell Fu Ci?

She didn't know when Fu Ci returned, but no matter when he returned, he would always go through the first floor before going up to the second floor, and he would always greet his grandparents downstairs first.

They all told her, but they didn't tell Fu Ci?

Has Fu Ci lost all his standing in this family?

Tang Mingli glanced at her husband with sympathy, then quickly lowered her head.

Fu Ci didn't miss the fleeting hint of reluctance Tang Mingli had shown earlier. Although he didn't quite understand why, he found her mischievousness extremely endearing.

Seeing his wife deep in thought, he suppressed a laugh and asked, "This is good news, what's wrong?"

Tang Mingli looked up, her face full of disdain, as if to say, "How could you be so stupid?"

"It's certainly a good thing that your wish has come true, but don't you find it strange that they didn't tell you about such a joyous occasion? I thought Grandpa and Grandma would definitely mention it during dinner, but they didn't."

Fu Ci pretended to be deep in thought: "Hmm, they deliberately didn't tell me?"

"Oh dear, you've been away on business for too long. You're back, but your brain hasn't quite caught up yet?" Tang Mingli couldn't help but rub her husband's handsome face. "You've been too busy. They probably don't want to bother you with this."

Tang Mingli would never say hurtful things to someone who is good to her.

Fu Ci's smile widened, and he deliberately said, "Yes, your analysis is very accurate. I'm busy with outside matters all day long, and I can't take care of many things at home. Luckily, I have you."

is that so?

Why is it going this way?

Tang Mingli found it very strange.

"Alright, stop thinking about it and go to sleep early." Fu Ci couldn't help but rub her round head.

This is already her usual bedtime.

Hearing this, Tang Mingli thought it made sense.

Although she still felt something was off, she knew it was time to go to sleep.

She's been young, beautiful, and healthy all her life. If nothing unexpected happens, she should live to be a hundred. She shouldn't ruin her good health by staying up late.

Those things you can't figure out, you'll have plenty of time to think about them after you wake up.

Tang Mingli stopped arguing and obediently lay down.

However, she soon realized that the sleep she was thinking about and the sleep Fu Ci was talking about were not the same thing at all.

One is a noun, and the other is a verb.

hehe.

Go to bed early.

I should go to sleep with her soon.

However, Tang Mingli knows how to deal with such situations flexibly.

Since you can't resist the temptation, then enjoy your husband's peak performance.

If Fu Ci knew what his wife was thinking, he would definitely be both amused and exasperated. She was really getting the benefit but acting innocent.

But as hour after hour passed...

"Fu Ci, have you...have you had enough?"

Tang Mingli's tone was three parts feigned anger, seven parts barely concealed shyness, and mixed with an uncontrollable tremor.

"Almost there, sweetie, it'll be ready soon."

Fu Ci breathed heavily and responded with difficulty.

As if afraid she would expose his lie, he finally simply shut her up.

Once you're lost in the sea of ​​desire, there's no turning back.

He longed for his wife to open up to him completely.

Tang Mingli, like a drowning person, could only follow her instincts and cling tightly to the lifeline that would allow her to float on the surface.

-

The next day, when Tang Mingli opened her eyes, although the room was still dark because of the curtains, she was sure that the sun was shining brightly outside.

Although she was tired last night, she felt satisfied both physically and mentally, and after a good night's sleep, Tang Mingli felt exceptionally refreshed.

After washing up, she lazily went downstairs, but paused for a few seconds when she saw the person sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.

After regaining my senses, I still couldn't believe it and asked, "Don't you have to go to work today?"

The person sitting on the sofa, flipping through a book, was Fu Ci. After a night's rest, he had shaken off the fatigue of his business trip and sat there with a faint smile on his lips, making even the sunlight shining in seem less dazzling.

She's stunningly beautiful, but that's about all she is.

Fu Ci looked down at his wife coming downstairs, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up: "I'm allowing myself to rest today."

Tang Mingli nodded: "It's true that we should rest."

She felt tired after a four-day trip, let alone someone who was working in several cities.

Fu Ci put down his book and asked her, "Are you hungry?"

Tang Mingli nodded, glanced at the clock, and smiled, "Let's save room for lunch."

As she spoke, she ran to the kitchen, eager to see what delicious food Zhang Guihua had prepared for the day.

Today's meal was as plentiful as ever.

She ran up to Fu Ci and happily told him what delicious food she had for dinner.

Fu Ci didn't find these things boring at all. On the contrary, he thought his wife was extremely interesting, always able to find joy in meals that others couldn't perceive.

If it weren't for her, he would never have known that so much joy was hidden in the simple meals he ate every day.

When talking about one of the dishes, Tang Mingli sighed softly and changed the subject: "It's a pity you don't like it very much."

"How could that be? I'm not a picky eater," Fu Ci denied with a smile.

He considered himself not a picky eater, basically eating whatever was available. So he was somewhat puzzled as to why his wife said he didn't like certain foods.

Tang Mingli did not disappoint him and earnestly explained her reasons.

"No, you are actually a picky eater. It's just that your pickiness is different from other people's."

This is Tang Mingli's observation over the past few years: Fu Ci is actually quite picky about food. It's just that while others might not eat a single bite, he would eat a little, but only a tiny bit.

Seeing his wife so accurately point out something he hadn't even noticed, Fu Ci's smile widened.

I have to admit, she's right.

He always thought he wasn't a picky eater, but actually he was. He never ate much of the food that didn't suit his taste.

"...So, strictly speaking, I'm the kind of person who isn't picky about food."

As long as the food isn't too unpalatable, she can derive happiness from eating. But Fu Ci is different; to put it nicely, he's not picky about food, but to put it bluntly, he's a picky eater.

Upon hearing the final words, Fu Ci nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Although he was told he was a picky eater, he felt happy to be valued.

He never expected his wife to be so observant of him.

This made him very happy, even happier than if his business had taken another step forward.

Seeing her husband laughing even more heartily, Tang Mingli also laughed for no apparent reason, saying to him, "I told you you're a picky eater, and you're laughing about it."

"Yes, I'm happy," Fu Ci readily admitted.

"That's ridiculous." Tang Mingli didn't want to talk to him about it. Having sat for so long without seeing her grandparents, she asked again, "Where are Grandpa and Grandma? Did they go out for a walk?"

Fu Ci shook his head: "They went to see their cousin."

That's a bit sudden.

Tang Mingli felt that it must have been a spur-of-the-moment decision; otherwise, if it had been a planned visit, she would have mentioned it yesterday.

As expected, Fu Ci's next words confirmed his guess.

"This morning they were talking to me about Gu Lin's pregnancy when I suddenly received a call from my aunt. She sounded very flustered on the phone, saying that my cousin seemed to have had a miscarriage. They were worried and went over to check on her."

Fu Ci originally planned to go as well, but his grandmother said it was not convenient for a grown man like him, so he only took the two elders to the bus stop and did not accompany them.

Tang Mingli felt ashamed and said, "It would be more appropriate for me to go with you."

She sounded a little annoyed; she shouldn't have stayed up so late.

Fu Ci shook his head: "That might not be appropriate either."

"That's true." Tang Mingli nodded.

This isn't something that will be useful just because a lot of people go.

However, she then thought of something else.

This morning, Grandpa, Grandma, and Fu Ci talked about Gu Lin's pregnancy.

In other words, they weren't saying that it didn't matter whether Fu Ci mentioned it or not. In fact, it probably did matter, but they didn't bring it up the moment they saw him yesterday, or at the appropriate time when the whole family was sitting at the dinner table together.

Why?

Tang Mingli wasn't stupid. After some analysis, she actually had a rough guess in her mind.

They probably didn't want to bring up the topic of pregnancy too formally.

As for why they didn't want to mention it, it's because they've been married for several years without having children, and they were afraid that bringing it up would put pressure on them.

Once Tang Mingli understood this, she actually felt pressured.

well.

She used to think that the greatest misfortune for women in this regard was that they were already very unfortunate, but then they encountered a husband's family who only cared about carrying on the family line.

But actually, having a husband's in-laws who always think of you doesn't necessarily change your unhappiness.

Having health problems is an unfortunate thing. Your good fortune is simply that you haven't encountered anything worse.

His wife's prolonged silence caused Fu Ci to slowly suppress his smile and ask softly, "What's wrong?"

Tang Mingli sniffed and told her husband her guess.

After hearing this, Fu Ci said with heartache, "Sometimes your little head tends to think in a crooked way too."

Upon hearing this, Tang Mingli exclaimed, "How could I have misunderstood?"

Fu Ci sighed and suddenly asked Tang Mingli a seemingly unrelated question: "If there's something you know might make your grandparents feel awkward, would you deliberately bring it up in a serious discussion in front of the whole family?"

"How could that be?" Tang Mingli denied without even thinking.

“That’s it.” Fu Ci told her word by word, “Don’t feel guilty. You need to know that not saying things that might embarrass your family is a basic courtesy. Just because they are family doesn’t mean you can say anything. The closer the relationship, the less it can withstand hurt sometimes.”

"If someone else says the same thing to you, you might get angry and move on quickly. But if it's a family member you care about who says it, you might be heartbroken for a very long time, and you might never get over it."

Tang Mingli's mind went blank, as if she had been hit by a stick.

The truth is simple, yet it resonates deeply.

"Okay, don't overthink it, okay?"

Tang Mingli nodded instinctively.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, she grabbed Fu Ci's hand and pleaded softly, "Please don't tell Grandma and the others."

It turns out that people who grow up in unhealthy family relationships spend their whole lives trying to correct them.