Zhao Huanhuan looked Lin Yuan up and down for a few moments and asked, "Did something go wrong during childbirth? Otherwise, you wouldn't be like this."

Lin Yuan paused, thinking, "My little wife is too clever!"

He didn't hide anything from Zhao Huanhuan and told her about his comrade's family. Finally, he said in a low voice, "I know your mom is different from your comrade's mom. She's very good to you, but I want you to have some money so I can feel at ease."

"What I was thinking was, if my comrade's wife had had some money back then, even if she had just asked a few neighbors for help, they could have driven her to the clinic or hospital to give birth. That way, the baby would have been fine, right?"

Zhao Huanhuan finally understood what was going on.

She walked over to the cabinet, picked up her small bamboo basket, placed it on the kang (a heated brick bed), found the key to open it, took out a jar of malted milk powder, and started taking out stacks of money from one side.

"Look, I have a lot of money. This bundle is one yuan, this is two yuan, this is ten yuan, this is five yuan, this is two mao, this is one mao, this is five mao, and there is one fen. All of these together are about three hundred yuan."

"Having children should be enough," Zhao Huanhuan showed him, trying to reassure him.

She had bundled all the money together by sorting it with rubber bands.

Lin Yuan glanced at the money she had saved, smiled, and looked at the other side of the bamboo basket, where more than twenty letters were neatly stacked.

Seeing these, he coughed lightly and looked at Zhao Huanhuan, "You still keep all of these?"

Zhao Huanhuan hummed in agreement and chuckled, "Of course I'll keep it. It's a love letter from you, and I'll take it out and look at it from time to time when I'm old."

Lin Yuan blushed slightly upon hearing the words "love letter" and gave a soft "hmm." In fact, he used the standard letter format when writing these letters, but in his heart, these were love letters to his wife.

He saw another notebook.

"This is a diary I kept from the time I found out I was pregnant. It mainly records my feelings and some physical changes. I was thinking of showing it to you when you came back." Zhao Huanhuan smiled when she saw him looking at the diary, took it out, and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Huanhuan. I will read it carefully." His fingers gently stroked the cover of the diary, which had images of two chubby babies on it.

Zhao Huanhuan took the money Lin Yuan gave her, counted out one hundred, kept it for herself, and divided the other two hundred into two portions.

“Give this hundred to Mom and let her keep it. She buys me eggs or chicken every day. I give her money, but sometimes she accepts it and sometimes she doesn’t. They probably don’t have much money left. I’ll need money for food when I’m in postpartum confinement.”

“Take this hundred. We’re worried about you being out there without any money on you. You must have taken all the money from your paycheck, right?” Zhao Huanhuan said to him after dividing the money.

"I still have a little over a hundred left. This is for you all, but you keep two hundred." Lin Yuan thought Huanhuan was right, so she picked up the other hundred. "I'll take your word for it. I'll give this hundred to Mom!"

"I'll go check first, then come back and rest with you. I'll read the diary when I get back!" Lin Yuan was afraid she would ask him for more money, so she quickly stood up and walked out.

Zhao Huanhuan glanced at his retreating figure, then put away the money and the bamboo basket.

That works too!

After Lin Yuan left, she washed up, went to the toilet, brought back the spittoon and put it in the corner of the floor, made up the bedding, and went to sleep.

She never used to keep a spittoon in the house, but since her belly got bigger, she has been waking up several times a night because she needs to urinate. Having a spittoon in the house is convenient, so the spittoon she bought when she got married finally came in handy.

When Lin Yuan returned with her parents, Zhao Huanhuan was already asleep.

He followed his parents into the house and gave the hundred yuan to his mother.

Aunt Chu refused, saying that Lin Yuan was married and that he could give the money to his wife when he came back. She and Lin's father could earn work points themselves and didn't lack food or clothing.

Lin Yuan smiled wryly and said that he had already given it to Huanhuan, and that Huanhuan had told him to give the hundred to his mother.

Aunt Chu chuckled after hearing this and accepted the gift. This daughter-in-law was truly sensible and knew how to treat people. She said, "Then I'll take it. I bought meat and eggs for Huanhuan to eat, and I'll try my best to help her recover and make sure she doesn't suffer after giving birth."

Lin Yuan was happy to hear her mother say that, but she also felt a little guilty towards her mother.

Aunt Chu glanced at him and knew exactly what he was thinking. She was the son she had given birth to and the child she had raised; she knew him best.

“Yuan’er, don’t overthink it. If you marry a wife but don’t treat her well and give your earnings back to your parents, that’s not right. That’s why I said earlier that you should give your future salary to your wife. Your parents can work and earn work points on their own, so we can make a living.”

"Okay, I understand, Mom, but I still have to give you and Dad the money you owe for your old age. If raising a son doesn't guarantee support in old age, what kind of son am I? I'll make proper arrangements for the future." Lin Yuan smiled helplessly and said.

The family is close at heart. The two elders are doing it for the good of their son and daughter-in-law. Lin Yuan is also doing it so that his parents and wife can get along better. Zhao Huanhuan is also doing it so that the relationship between her father and son and her mother can be closer and that there will be no estrangement after she gets married.

Therefore, since everyone in this family is doing this for the good of the family, life will only get better, and no dirty things will happen because of misunderstandings.

After returning to the house, Lin Yuan washed up, put on some trousers, and got onto the kang (a heated brick bed). He lay down next to Zhao Huanhuan, looked at his sleeping wife, and didn't disturb her, just quietly watching her.

Look at her face for a while, then look at her big belly.

Zhao Huanhuan seemed to sense Lin Yuan's gaze and slowly opened her eyes.

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