Transmigrated into a Book: The Doomed First Wife Takes Her Child and Joins the Army

An Huan suddenly transmigrated into the 1960s and became the doomed first wife of the male lead in a period novel.

The original wife was a rich and spoiled young lady who looked down on her u...

Chapter 286 The First Quarrel (1/2)

Xiao Xiaocui's third child was also a daughter and she was named Gao Meiyu.

Xiao Yu frowned when he heard the name, "Aid America? Why aid America?"

An Hua corrected him, "It's Meiyuan, with the female character on the side and 㱕媛."

Xiao Xiao: "Huh, they're all about the same."

......Much worse.

An Hua was too lazy to pay attention to him.

An Hua went to see Mei Yuan when she was one month old. Xiao Xiaocui said to An Hua with a worried look on her face, "Aunt, Gao Zhe has serious doubts about himself now. I'm really worried that he might do something bad."

Only then did An Hua realize that Gao Zhe got drunk the whole night after Meiyuan was born because he felt that he was useless for not giving birth to a son.

An Hua: ...I really don't know whether to say that Xiao Xiaocui's brainwashing was too successful, or that Gao Zhe's mind is too rigid.

"Oh, what should I do? What if he thinks I'm useless and comes to me? I'm not even thirty yet, and I don't want to be a widower for the rest of my life."

An Hua: "It shouldn't be that serious, right?"

Xiao Xiaocui: “It’s hard to say.”

An Hua thought about it, then leaned over to whisper something into Xiao Xiaocui's ear.

Xiao Xiaocui nodded as she listened.

After An Huan died, Xiao Xiaocui sighed in front of her mother-in-law and Gao Zhe at the dinner table.

"It's a girl again. Why is it so difficult to have a son?"

Gao Zhe lowered his head and murmured, "It's all my fault..."

Gao's mother said awkwardly, "Cui'er, Gao Zhe will try harder next time. Don't be angry, or you'll get sick from it."

Xiao Xiaocui coughed lightly and said, "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that an old man with a long beard told me that I would still have a son in this life. He said that I would have a son in seven or eight years."

"That's almost the next time!" Gao's mother patted her son's shoulder excitedly, "Gao Zhe, don't be discouraged, you will have a son next time."

Gao Zhe was still unhappy, "What old man with a shaggy beard, what dreaming, this is metaphysics, this is superstition, I don't believe it, I only believe in science."

Xiao Xiaocui glared at him. "I said it's science! Having a boy or a girl is a matter of probability, and probability belongs to the field of mathematics. It's roughly equivalent to having a boy or a girl is a matter of mathematics. How dare you say mathematics is not science?"

Gao Zhe was confused. Why did he get into mathematics again?

"It's like drawing lots. We have drawn three daughters, and next time it will be our son's turn."

Gao's mother thought this made sense, "Yes, Gao Zhe, let's work hard and have a grandson next time!"

Although Gao Zhe was still in a low mood, at least he had gained some confidence. He still had a chance... next time, next time he would catch... no, a son!

***

"The atmosphere in Beijing has not been very good recently." He Mingzhang looked solemn. "I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling in my heart. I always feel that something big will happen this year."

At this time, Wang Xiuqing brought An Huanduan over to pay tribute.

"Let's stop talking about those serious topics and try this jujube crisp. It's made by Huanhuan herself."

"I'm also learning how to cook from Si Yu's chef. Even if it doesn't taste good, please give me some face and don't spit it out." An Hua joked.

When Xiao Chen heard that it was made by his wife herself, he immediately took a bite of the pastry that Wang Xiuqing handed to him. Before he could even taste it, he exclaimed that it was "delicious".

He Mingzhang smiled and pointed at Xiao Chen with his finger, "You can tell at first glance that he's a henpecked man."

An Hua said angrily, "Eat slowly, or you'll make a fool of yourself."

Wang Xiuqing said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay. It's like being at home here. No one will laugh at him."

He Mingzhang also took a bite of the cake and commented, "Well, it's not that sweet, just right for me to eat a little."

He Mingzhang has diabetes, and An Hua knew this, so she made the food less sweet.

"Your blood pressure index did drop a little during the physical examination yesterday, but you can't eat too much," Wang Xiuqing instructed.