Chapter 442 Chu Jingya's Pregnancy
The jeep stopped in front of a secluded red brick building.
This is a "secret stronghold" that Gu Beichen purchased with his allowance in his early years. It is not far from the sea, but it is completely hidden by a dense coconut grove.
Pushing open the door, there was no musty smell in the room, but rather a dry woody fragrance.
Clearly, the man had already had it cleaned up.
Gu Beichen carried Su Yue into the house, kicked the door shut with his heel, blocking out the sound of the waves outside.
That night, there were no whistles for emergency assembly, no children crying, only two intertwined breaths and the swaying shadows of coconut palms outside the window.
Gu Beichen made up for all the debts he had owed over the years, with interest.
From her initial provocation to her eventual pleas for mercy, Su Yue thoroughly experienced the "physical advantage" of Deputy Chief of Staff Gu.
The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Su Yue woke up, clutching her aching back.
There was a glass of warm honey water on the bedside table, along with a note tucked under the glass: "Going to the beach to catch crabs for you to nourish yourself."
Su Yue picked up her water glass, and couldn't help but smile.
The honeymoon flew by, as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button.
The two drove their jeep south along the coastline, chasing the waves on deserted beaches and eating freshly caught seafood on fishermen's boats.
Gu Beichen even taught Su Yue how to fish with a simple harpoon, although the catch was usually only a few unlucky starfish.
Two weeks later, the two returned to the compound, smelling of sea salt and with sun-tanned skin.
The phone rang loudly as soon as I entered the door.
Su Yue threw her luggage on the ground and answered the phone.
"Yueyue! He moved! He moved!"
Chu Jingya's excited scream came through the receiver, even a little off-key, completely losing the composure she usually displayed as a pillar of the performing arts troupe.
Su Yue held the receiver a little further away and rubbed her ear: "Who moved? Has a thief broken in?"
"No! It's my belly! The baby moved!" Chu Jingya's voice was choked with tears. "I was drawing just now, and suddenly I felt my belly being pushed, like a little fish turning over inside!"
Military Region Literary and Art Federation Family Compound.
Chu Jingya was wearing a loose cotton dress, holding a microphone in one hand and carefully cradling her bulging belly in the other.
Her face was unadorned, yet radiated a maternal glow.
Gu Beixiao, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, stood to the side like a fool, staring at Chu Jingya's belly, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Really?" Su Yue laughed on the other end of the line. "Congratulations! The little guy is saying hello to you."
"That's amazing..." Chu Jingya sniffed. "Bei Xiao was so scared that the braised pork in the pot almost burned."
Su Yue glanced at Gu Beichen, who was unloading his luggage in the yard, and lowered her voice: "Men are all the same. They seem capable usually, but they short-circuit when it comes to this kind of thing."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Jingya turned around and looked at Gu Beixiao, who was still frozen in place.
The second young master of the Gu family, who was known in the capital for his deep thoughts and ruthless methods, was currently maintaining an extremely comical posture.
He wanted to reach out and touch his wife's belly, but he was afraid that the smell of cooking oil on his hands would offend the baby. His hand hung in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.
"What are you standing there for?" Chu Jingya grabbed his hand and pressed it against her abdomen. "He kicked me again just now, on the left side."
Gu Beixiao's large, warm palm rested on the thin fabric.
A few seconds of deathly silence.
Suddenly, I felt a slight throbbing under my palm. It wasn't strong, it was even a little itchy, but it was definitely there.
Gu Beixiao was startled, and the spatula fell to the ground with a clatter.
“It’s moving…” he muttered to himself, then suddenly looked up at Chu Jingya. His eyes, which always held a calculating edge, were now filled with pure astonishment and ecstasy. “Jingya, he’s really moving!”
Chu Jingya couldn't help but laugh out loud at her husband's naive and unworldly appearance, but tears streamed down her face.
During this period, Gu Beixiao lost a lot of weight because of that internal investigation case.
They leave early and return late every day, and also have to deal with enormous pressure while navigating between various forces.
But he never brought his outside emotions home.
Once he steps through this door, he will just be an ordinary husband.
He would clumsily learn to cook meals for pregnant women, tolerate Chu Jingya's strange temper during her pregnancy, and immediately wake up to massage her legs when she gets leg cramps in the middle of the night.
"Gu Beixiao, do you think he's boxing or doing somersaults?" Chu Jingya leaned against him, feeling that long-lost peace.
Gu Beixiao wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice a little hoarse: "Whatever you do, as long as you're strong, that's fine. When he comes out, have his uncle teach him military boxing."
Dinner consisted of crucian carp and tofu soup and stir-fried seasonal vegetables, prepared by Gu Beixiao.
Chu Jingya's appetite has become very picky; she can't stand even the slightest smell of oil or fish.
Gu Beixiao specially removed the fishy line and sautéed ginger slices in the pot, making the soup milky white and rich.
"Drink more." Gu Beixiao ladled a bowl for her. "Su Yue said this soup is good for calcium."
Chu Jingya took a sip, and the umami flavor melted on her tongue.
Watching Gu Beixiao busily tidying up in the kitchen, she finally felt a weight lifted from her heart.
Recently, the situation in the capital was turbulent due to the matter concerning Lin Ruolan's family.
Although Gu Beixiao didn't say it explicitly, Chu Jingya knew that he was in a difficult situation.
She was worried that the child had come at the wrong time.
But now, looking at this home filled with the warmth of everyday life, she suddenly felt incredibly at ease.
"Bei Xiao".
"Hmm?" Gu Beixiao was struggling with a greasy plate.
"I want to draw."
"It's so late?" Gu Beixiao turned around. "The lighting is bad; it'll hurt your eyes."
"Just draw one." Chu Jingya stood up, walked to the desk and spread out the drawing paper. "Just now, a picture suddenly appeared in my mind."
Gu Beixiao dried his hands and came over, turned on the desk lamp for her, and placed a soft pillow behind her back.
"Go ahead and draw, I'll stay with you."
Chu Jingya picked up the charcoal pencil, the tip scratching softly on the paper.
She did not paint grand scenes, nor did she paint exquisite figures.
She drew a hand.
A large, rough, calloused hand carefully covered a bulging belly.
The lines are simple, yet powerful.
It was a meeting of strength and tenderness, a collision of protection and rebirth.
Gu Beixiao stood behind her, looking at the painting that was gradually taking shape, his throat tightening.
He recognized the hand; it was his own.
In Chu Jingya's writing, the hand that was once used to hold a pen and calculate, and to fight in the arena of fame and fortune, has become so warm.
"Let's choose a name," Gu Beixiao said.
Chu Jingya put down her pen and turned her head to think for a moment.
"Call it 'Waiting'."
In the days that followed, Chu Jingya seemed to have her Ren and Du meridians opened up.
Fetal movement brings not only physical changes, but also bursts of inspiration.
She began creating like crazy.
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