[80s Transmigration + Arranged Marriage to Love + No Cheats (No Space, No System, No Magic Spring) + Rough Man]
Ning He transmigrated into a novel set in the 1980s, becoming the cannon-fodder...
In He Shaochuan's opinion, no matter what happens, men should always be at the forefront.
Even if it is a matter between husband and wife, the man should take the initiative.
He married a wife to live with, not for his own enjoyment.
In this era, people of all ages are feudal and conservative.
When He Shaochuan's parents were still alive, they often taught him that as a man, he should be upright and respectful to his wife after marriage and protect her and their children from wind and rain.
He Shaochuan has always followed the teachings. After growing up, he has been more conscientious in fulfilling his duties, keeping his distance from women, and has never done anything out of line.
He has already warned Yang Guoqiang that his wife should not lead Ning He astray again.
When he gets home in the evening, he will have a good talk with Ning He.
Husband and wife are equal, so she doesn't need to try hard to please herself.
After the training, He Shaochuan packed up and led the team back.
Yang Guoqiang was confused by He Shaochuan's words. Seeing He Shaochuan getting up to leave, he hurriedly caught up with him and kept asking questions.
"Old He, what do you mean? Explain clearly, how did my wife lead your wife astray?"
Seeing that He Shaochuan didn't say anything, Yang Guoqiang thought about what he had just said and what he and his wife did in the evening.
What can he do with his wife at night? Is it illegal for a couple to have a normal life?
That’s right! Couple's life at night!
Could it be that Mr. He and his wife are not having a harmonious sexual life at night?
Yang Guoqiang's heart tightened. Could it be that Old He was not capable enough?
His eyes secretly glanced quickly under He Shaochuan.
Can't it?
The last time he went to the bathhouse to take a bath, he compared it with his eyes and found that Lao He’s treasure was a lot longer than his.
This, this old He, could it be that he is all show and no use?
After that, his wife continued to talk nonsense in front of Lao He's wife, talking about the process of communication between them as a couple, which caused Lao He's wife to be dissatisfied with Lao He?
It’s over! No wonder Lao He is so angry.
No matter who it is, if his wife despises him, he would be furious to death!
He Shaochuan said nothing and walked faster. Yang Guoqiang hurried over to He Shaochuan and explained with a smile.
"How could I know that my wife would say such things to your wife? My wife treats your wife as her own. I will go back and talk to my wife and ask her not to say such things again."
He Shaochuan glanced at him: "Admit it?"
Yang Guoqiang waved his hands: "Well, what's there to deny? We men can talk about this kind of thing, but women are not allowed to talk about it?"
He Shaochuan had a blank expression on his face: "Are you quite proud?"
Yang Guoqiang coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.
Isn't that a source of pride? His wife is very satisfied with his skills.
But Yang Guoqiang couldn't say such things in front of He Shaochuan.
He was afraid that if he said it out loud, it would hurt He Shaochuan's dignity as a man.
He smiled and brushed it off: "Don't mention it, don't mention it. I'll ask my wife to stop talking about it later. It's just a small matter, don't take it to heart!"
He Shaochuan withdrew his gaze coldly and continued walking forward.
Soon He Shaochuan and his team returned to the army.
It was almost time for lunch, so He Shaochuan dismissed the crowd and Yang Guoqiang was about to go to the cafeteria with him.
The sound of a bicycle bell rang behind me, ding-ding-ding, clear and pleasant.
"Captain He, wait a moment!" A man called He Shaochuan from behind.
Yang Guoqiang looked back and said in surprise, "Hey, Lao He, your father-in-law wrote to you again!"
As he spoke, Yang Guoqiang bumped into He Shaochuan's shoulder, completely unaware of the coldness in He Shaochuan's eyes.
"Your father-in-law writes to your wife every few days. Doesn't he trust you to take good care of them?" Yang Guoqiang asked jokingly.
He Shaochuan turned around and stretched out his hand to the messenger: "There's no one at home, just give me the letter."
The messenger was stunned for a moment, then smiled and handed the letter to He Shaochuan: "Okay, sister-in-law, have you been busy these days?"
"Yeah," He Shaochuan responded indifferently and took the letter.
The postman did not stay long as he had to deliver the package to the next family. After saying goodbye to He Shaochuan and Yang Guoqiang, he rode away on his bicycle.
Yang Guoqiang glanced at the envelope jokingly: "I think you should wait until your vacation is over and take your wife and children back to your father-in-law's house. Your father-in-law looks worried."
As Yang Guoqiang spoke, he felt something was wrong.
Why would you keep writing letters? Maybe it was Mr. He’s wife who wrote a letter to her father-in-law to complain?
His father-in-law wrote back one after another.
When Yang Guoqiang thought about this, he felt that his guess made sense.
He said to He Shaochuan seriously, "Did your wife tell your father-in-law something? Otherwise, why would your father-in-law keep writing to you?"
"It's been a month or two, and the letters never stop coming."
There was no emotion on He Shaochuan's face as he put the letter in his pocket.
"Go eat by yourself. I have something else to do first." After saying this to Yang Guoqiang, he turned and walked towards the office building.
"Hey, Old He, what are you busy with? Is it more important than eating?" Yang Guoqiang called him from behind.
He Shaochuan ignored him and walked towards the office building without looking back.
He Shaochuan stared at the envelope in his hand and pondered for a long time.
His mind was filled with the scene of Ning He burning the letter and her swearing that she would not divorce him and would live a good life with him.
Reason told him that he should trust Ning He.
This letter was written by the man out of wishful thinking.
But it was just wishful thinking once, how can I explain the continuous letters I receive?
Driven by suspicion, He Shaochuan tore open the envelope.
Took out the piece of letter paper.
Spread out.
When he saw the addressee's name, his eyebrows jumped.
The hand holding the corner of the letter suddenly tightened. If he hadn't controlled his emotions, he would have torn up the letter!
It says: Dear Ningning, how are you recently? During this time, I had already found a house in Beijing and paid the rent with the money we had saved over the years. The house has been rented and now we need to buy furniture. According to what we agreed before, Ningning will be responsible for paying for the furniture. I have already chosen the furniture and am just waiting for Ningning to send the money. Once the furniture is purchased, Ningning can move in and live with me.
He Shaochuan read the entire letter without missing a word. He folded the letter and put it back into the envelope.
After doing all this, he still felt uneasy.
His mind was full of the contents of the letter.
It even reminded me of Ning He's recent abnormality.
She suddenly wanted to set up a stall to make money. Was it just to earn money for that man to decorate their new home?
When He Shaochuan thought of this, his face turned grim, as if covered by a thick layer of haze that would never see the light of day.
…
After closing the stall, Ning He did not rush back, but went to the department store to stock up on some fabrics.
The reason was that several of Jiang Minke's friends saw that Xiaoyu was wearing clothes and liked them very much, so they asked Jiang Minke if she could get a few pieces for them, and wrote down the children's sizes to Jiang Minke.
Of course Ning He was willing, after all, designing clothes was her hobby and dream.
She agreed to Jiang Minke's request and told her that it would take a few days to send the clothes from her hometown, and that the clothes would be delivered to her home when they arrived.