Chapter 239 Fetal Movement

Su Zhenzhen suddenly stopped trying to hold the man's hand, her pupils constricting as she almost subconsciously shed a tear. Her voice choked with sobs, her eyelashes trembling. The man, whose face paled with fear and who wanted to call the doctor, froze in his tracks. "Husband, little Tangyuan is moving." She was almost four months pregnant, so fetal movement was normal.

But Su Zhenzhen was pregnant for the first time in her two lives, and she finally felt the joy of little Tangyuan greeting her, which made her unable to hold back her tears of joy.

Seeing the man stunned on the spot and not coming back to his senses for a long time, Su Zhenzhen reached out and grabbed the man's slender big hand and put it on her belly, "Husband, feel it, the baby was just greeting us." She looked at her belly again, "Little Tangyuan, say hello to daddy, he is daddy." Gu Heng, Lu Wu and others on the side silently complained: Princess, the little prince is not even four months old, how can he be so gifted?

And under normal circumstances, it is impossible for such a young child to understand what is said by the outside world.

Rong Jinchen's eyes suddenly turned red. He touched Su Zhenzhen's slightly bulging belly a little nervously. Seeing that there was no movement, the man's dark phoenix eyes flashed with obvious disappointment.

It's impossible to imagine a man truly understanding the depth of a woman's pregnancy. The ten months of pregnancy cultivate a woman's maternal instincts, while a father's affection is often due to his love for his child, or through developing a bond through time spent with the child.

Su Zhenzhen was not discouraged. She looked at her belly and said softly, "Little Tangyuan, move a little more and say hello to daddy, okay? Mommy tells you, daddy and mommy are the people who love you the most in this world." Rong Jinchen saw that she was full of the radiance of maternal love, and her soft and comfortable breath made people feel very comfortable. The man's eyes were also very gentle, looking at the most important treasure in the world to him.

The man's voice was gentle, and his low voice was full of comfort, "Qingqing, little Tangyuan is tired too. We will meet again in the future. Let's continue with our meal." He had written down everything in Qingqing's pregnancy handbook, knowing that the fetus would not move until four months or even later.

Little Tangyuan is not even four months old yet. He and Qingqing started preparing for pregnancy on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it is only April 20th now.

Su Zhenzhen felt a little disappointed, but she knew she couldn't force it. She was just about to concentrate on eating and was about to take the man's big hand away when the little glutinous rice ball suddenly moved again.

"Husband, husband! It's moving!" Her voice was filled with joy, and she looked at him impatiently for confirmation. "It's moving." Rong Jinchen's eyes flashed with disbelief. The fruit of his and Qingqing's love could actually move?

Feeling the gentle movement in his palm, a hint of moisture flashed in Rong Jinchen's eyes. Over the past month, he had been reading storybooks and the Four Books and Five Classics to Qingqing and Xiao Tangyuaner every day, devoting a lot of his energy to them.

It’s like farmers sowing seeds in the spring, catching insects, applying fertilizers and weeding along the way, and then harvesting in the autumn. That is the joy of a good harvest.

He couldn't help but rest his head on Su Zhenzhen's soft and slightly bulging belly, and put his arms around her waist, "Qingqing, I'm so touched." This feeling is something that only parents can achieve.

Su Zhenzhen gently touched his thick black-haired head and said, "Me too, husband, let's continue eating. Don't let the little Tangyuan get hungry." She hadn't finished eating yet.

And the most fresh thing was the first time. She had already experienced it twice, so eating was more important now. She only ate two small dumplings.

Rong Jinchen took a deep breath, raised his tall body, and looked at her with a chuckle, "Okay."

After breakfast, the two played a few games of chess.

Seeing that it was getting late, Su Zhenzhen also raised her little feet to apply to the man. She was a pregnant woman now and was under the control of Rong Jinchen. She really couldn't do anything about him.

Rong Jinchen looked at the sun. After the rain, the sky was blue and the sun gradually moved to the middle of the sky outside the gauze window. It was about half past the hour of Si (ten o'clock in the morning). He whispered, "I want to follow Qingqing too." This was what they had agreed on from the beginning.

Su Zhenzhen hugged his neck with satisfaction, and the man carefully supported her waist. She directly kissed Rong Jinchen on the face, "Yes, husband." Her eyes were shining, and her tone was very intimate, "Husband, teach me."

Rong Jinchen laughed and rested his forehead against hers. The man's tall nose bridge rubbed against the girl's delicate and upturned nose tip. Su Zhenzhen childishly bit his thin lips and sucked them.

The princess wanted to make longevity noodles for His Highness, and the servants in the kitchen of the mansion began to prepare.

Not long after, Su Zhenzhen was at her old spot by the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and began to knead the dough under Rong Jinchen's careful instruction.

If there is too much flour, add water; if there is too much water, add flour. Su Zhenzhen started to act in an orderly manner. Fortunately, she has some talent.

Although it didn't look very good, it tasted very good (under the guidance of the royal chef in the mansion, with precise seasoning, it was hard not to taste good), and Rong Jinchen was very satisfied.

He even looked at the bowl of longevity noodles in front of him and was reluctant to pick up his chopsticks. Su Zhenzhen had no choice but to urge him: "Husband, eat quickly, I have a gift for you." She was determined to compensate him, so this was just the beginning.

Rong Jinchen hummed an imperceptible "Okay." The steaming noodles were thick with steam. The man cherished it very much and devoutly finished the bowl of longevity noodles. Naturally, he and Su Zhenzhen each took a bite. Since they got married, Su Zhenzhen and Rong Jinchen had each eaten half of the longevity noodles.

Inside Langhuan Garden.

The two of them walked back to the main courtyard from the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and Rong Jinchen saw the graceful crabapple tree swaying in the gentle spring breeze.

Su Zhenzhen smiled brightly and shook his slender big hand. She clasped her small hand with his knuckles and inserted it into his fingers. She said in a gentle tone: "Husband, this is a gift from me to you." She looked so charming that he would fall in love with her. Ha, man.

He had good eyesight and spotted the wooden sign tied to the crabapple tree. On it was Su Zhenzhen's handwriting. The handwriting was elegant and graceful, and her willow-style writing was very pleasing to the eye.

Rong Jinchen did not forget to hold Su Zhenzhen's hand. His pace subconsciously slowed down and he soon walked to the crabapple tree.

Su Zhenzhen's voice was soft and clear, full of love and indulgence, "Husband. This is the gift I gave to you when you were just born." She wrote on a small wooden sign, and placed the gifts in the main room while they were at the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

It was a pair of heavy little gold bracelets with bells. The design was novel and beautiful, and she couldn't let go of them.

Rong Jinchen's eyes darkened, "Qingqing." He didn't say the rest of the words, but looking at the girl's fiery gaze, he seemed to want to rub her into his own bones and blood.

She smiled and said, "My dear, I didn't celebrate your birthday before, so I will give you a gift today. Happy birthday to your 23-year-old Rong Jinchen." She took the initiative to walk forward and hugged his thin waist.