Chapter 90 Pay Attention to Prenatal Education

When Jiang Qingying returned home that night, she was quiet, as if she had done something wrong. All she had done was agree to let Lu Jinyuan grow his hair long; what was there to be afraid of?

"Aunt Mei?" Jiang Qingying glanced at the study and found it empty, so she went downstairs to look for Aunt Mei. "Where's Lu Jinyuan? Gou Dan is also missing."

Aunt Mei had just finished her work in the kitchen when she came out and said to her, "My husband just finished eating and took Dog Egg for a walk. He just left not long ago."

Jiang Qingying was surprised and raised an eyebrow with a smile, saying, "Their relationship is truly one of love and hate."

Normally, Lu Jinyuan would only take Gou Dan out to play if she took the initiative to suggest it. But tonight, she didn't say anything, and he actually took the initiative to take the dog out. It seems that her time away from home, letting them spend time together, has had a significant effect.

Jiang Qingying wanted to go upstairs to take a shower, but halfway there she changed her mind and went back to sit on the sofa in the living room.

After waiting for half an hour, Lu Jinyuan returned with the dog.

Jiang Qingying looked over at the sound, her smiling eyes crinkling slightly, and called out, "You're back?"

"Hmm." Lu Jinyuan lowered his head to change his shoes and didn't look over immediately. Gou Dan broke free from the leash in his hand and ran over to Jiang Qingying's side.

Jiang Qingying patted its head, "Did you have fun going out with Daddy?"

Gou Dan blinked, looking like he was about to answer but wasn't.

Lu Jinyuan walked over and answered for it: "It wanted you to take it, but you can't outrun it now."

Jiang Qingying chuckled. Indeed, she was pregnant and couldn't run around much; even walking a few steps quickly was inconvenient. So she comforted Gou Dan.

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

Dog Egg licked her fingers, trying to please her.

Lu Jinyuan stood not far away, staring at her head for a long time. Jiang Qingying was well aware of his gaze.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

Lu Jinyuan looked puzzled as he slowly walked over and sat down next to her. "You didn't get a haircut today?"

Jiang Qingying pretended to be angry, pouting and saying indignantly, "Why not!"

Lu Jinyuan's brow twitched sharply, his intuition telling him he was about to enter a chaotic battlefield.

"Can't you see the difference?" Jiang Qingying deliberately made things difficult for him.

Lu Jinyuan looked at her carefully and fell silent.

Jiang Qingying pointed her index finger at the tip of his nose, her tone arrogant and crisp.

"If you can't tell the difference, you're dead."

Lu Jinyuan reached out, cupped her delicate fingers in his palm, and pulled her hand down slightly, saying in a low voice, "It's been cut a little shorter, not very noticeable, so I didn't notice it at first."

"Anything else?"

"..." Lu Jinyuan, a straightforward man, felt somewhat embarrassed.

Don't you think my hair looks a little thinner?

"You're losing your hair?"

"......"

Jiang Qingying's face was utterly speechless.

She shouldn't have asked so many questions.

"No, your sleep schedule and diet are normal, and your previous prenatal checkups were normal. The problem of hair loss caused by pregnancy hormones should not exist."

This man is getting serious!

“I thinned it out on purpose!” Jiang Qingying closed her eyes and emphasized, “Do you know why I thinned it out? It’s because I have too much hair. You’re the one losing hair. You work overtime every night and you don’t lose hair, so why would I lose hair?”

She added, "Getting a hairdresser to do it is very expensive!"

Lu Jinyuan smiled and nodded slightly, "I don't know anything about these things. I usually just cut my hair short."

Jiang Qingying rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to pay him any attention, and got up to go upstairs to her bedroom.

Lu Jinyuan walked beside her, his arm around her shoulder, and asked, "Didn't you swear this morning that you were going to cut your hair short?"

"Really?" Jiang Qingying feigned ignorance, blinking and pretending to have amnesia. "How come I don't remember anything?"

Lu Jinyuan played along, his voice laced with laughter, clear and melodious, "I think so, or maybe I'm mistaken."

“Then you must have misremembered.” Jiang Qingying ordered him, “You wash my hair.”

“Okay.” Lu Jinyuan readily agreed.

"And that includes blow-drying your hair."

"Of course, but you might not be very skilled yet," Lu Jinyuan coaxed her. "But I'm smart, I'll definitely get the hang of it after two tries."

Jiang Qingying: "We also need to apply essential oil."

"Okay, you'll teach me later," Lu Jinyuan assured her. "From now on, I'll wash your hair for you whenever I'm around. Just focus on growing it long, and then..."

He paused deliberately.

"And then what?"

Lu Jinyuan led her into the bathroom, took out an air comb to smooth her hair before washing it, and his deep, magnetic male voice, combined with the spaciousness of the bathroom, created a million-reverberation sound.

“Then I’ll properly admire this beauty.” Lu Jinyuan pinched her cheek with his fingertips, “and love you a little more each day.”

Jiang Qingying was in a good mood. She hugged his waist and snuggled in his arms, asking, "If I don't grow my hair long, will you still love me a little more every day?"

"Of course." Lu Jinyuan lowered his head and kissed her, showering her face with tender, warm kisses that enveloped her body.

There are no preconditions for loving you a little more each day.

Jiang Qingying felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She hooked her arm around his neck, lifted her leg, and lightly brushed her toes against the side of his calf.

Lu Jinyuan raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you supposed to be washing your hair? What are you trying to do?"

"Anyway, I'm going to take a shower later." Jiang Qingying looked up and smiled, her smile bright and alluring.

"How about we meet the baby?"

Lu Jinyuan understood perfectly well, but he just laughed at how tactfully she put it.

Why are you suddenly shy?

"We should be mindful of prenatal education. It wouldn't be good if she heard us say it directly." Jiang Qingying touched her belly. "What if she hears too much and turns out to be a lecher like her mother?"

Lu Jinyuan chuckled and asked her again, "Does doing that kind of thing mean you don't need to pay attention to prenatal education?"

Jiang Qingying was stunned, unsure how to explain, so she simply gave up and went back to her own ideas.

"Are you going to do it or not!" She grabbed his collar, her cheeks slightly flushed. "If you keep holding back, I won't be able to give you what you want in the late stages of your pregnancy."

Lu Jinyuan gazed at her quietly for a while, his dark eyes filled with deep affection, and upon closer inspection, one could see an increasingly intense desire flowing beneath them.

He bent down and scooped Jiang Qingying up in his arms, his voice becoming much hoarse at some point.

"I've been afraid to touch you because I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." He lowered his eyes and gazed at her. "Tell me immediately if you feel unwell later."

Jiang Qingying leaned her face against his chest, avoiding his burning gaze, and gave a soft "hmm".

Lu Jinyuan placed her on the bed, leaned over her, and began the usual foreplay, but much gentler than before. Afraid of her back pain, he made her lie down, carefully avoiding her pregnant belly, keeping a great distance between them. The position was actually quite uncomfortable, but he gave in, even the usually risqué words he whispered in her ear unconsciously turning into words of concern.

I always ask her if she's feeling unwell.

In the past, Lu Jinyuan was usually the one in control in bed, but today Jiang Qingying was the one in control. She told him how she felt, and he put Jiang Qingying's experience first, only using other methods to finish the rest of the time.

......

Lu Jinyuan helped her take a bath and then dried her hair. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her satisfied face, which was covered in oil.

He chuckled irritably, "You've certainly eaten and drunk your fill."

Jiang Qingying sat cross-legged, enjoying the man behind her blow-drying her hair. The hot air enveloped her head, making her feel sleepy.

She yawned and casually asked, "Were you feeling unwell just now?"

Lu Jinyuan stopped moving, his fingertips twirling her dark hair, turned off the hairdryer, leaned down, and brought his lips to her ear: "What do you think?"

Jiang Qingying felt her ears burning from his hoarse murmur and unconsciously tried to move away, but he wrapped his arm around her waist.

Unable to move, she could only reply, "You seem to be enjoying yourself." After a moment's thought, she added, "I just noticed your expression was..."

She didn't say the last word, "Prenatal education is etched into DNA."

“It’s different.” Lu Jinyuan chuckled casually as he said slowly, “Before, I was eating and drinking to my heart’s content, even wolfing down my food. Now I’m starving and can’t even get enough to eat.”

"Honey, I feel terrible."

Such a wronged tone.

Jiang Qingying was speechless, but then a thought suddenly struck her: he had actually managed to say such lewd and crude things in such a refined and literary way, using four idioms in a row.

Clearly, the importance of prenatal education is ingrained in his DNA.