Chapter 315 Hardcore Prenatal Education
After making her move, Su Wantang temporarily put aside the matter concerning Qian Hao.
You can't rush this kind of person; you have to let them fester and rot in their fear.
She has more important things to do now, which is to take care of her pregnancy.
After four months, her belly grew bigger and bigger, like an inflating balloon.
Lu Jingyan's tension also rose accordingly.
He used to be a shrewd person, but now he's practically become a human accessory to her.
Su Wantang was reading a book in a wicker chair in the courtyard, while he moved a small stool to sit next to her, holding a fruit knife and intently peeling an apple.
He peeled very slowly and with great focus, the long peels forming a continuous string without breaking at all.
Once it's peeled, cut it into small pieces, stick a piece in with a toothpick, and hold it to her mouth.
"Open your mouth."
Su Wantang was both amused and exasperated: "I'll do it myself."
"Your hands are tired." Lu Jingyan's reason was very convincing.
Su Wantang had no choice but to open her mouth and eat it. The apple was crisp and sweet, and she squinted her eyes.
"tasty."
The man who received the praise smirked almost imperceptibly, then lowered his head to start peeling the second one.
Looking at his broad back and those large hands that were used to holding steel guns but were now carefully holding a fruit knife, Su Wantang's heart melted.
Being pampered like this made her feel unreal at times.
That afternoon, her mother-in-law, Meng Wan, came over.
She was carrying a cloth bag and had a gentle smile on her face.
"Wantang, are you sunbathing?"
"Mom, what brings you here?" Su Wantang tried to stand up.
Lu Jingyan quickly grabbed her and stood up to greet her.
"mom."
"You child, why are you guarding me like a prisoner?"
Meng Wan gave her son a reproachful look, then sat down next to Su Wantang.
She took out several books and several cassette tapes from her cloth bag.
“I think now that the baby can hear the sounds outside, it’s time to start prenatal education.”
Su Wantang took the documents and saw that they contained several books of Tang and Song poetry, as well as music tapes by Mozart and Beethoven.
"Mom, thank you for your trouble."
"Don't worry about it." Meng Wan touched her already round belly, her eyes full of affection.
“Our Lu family’s children, boys need to be nurtured from a young age so that they can grow up to be gentle and refined. If it’s a girl, she needs to have more poise and not be like her father, who’s like a firecracker.”
Lu Jingyan, who was sitting upright and listening, touched his nose and remained silent.
Su Wantang chuckled, "Thank you, Mom. I'll listen to it tonight."
Meng Wan gave a few more words of advice to take care of her health before leaving, satisfied.
That evening, after washing up, Su Wantang leaned against the headboard, took out the tape recorder that Meng Wan had given her, and prepared to play a Mozart tape.
Lu Jingyan had just come out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist. Water droplets still clung to his bronze skin, and his well-defined eight-pack abs gleamed alluringly under the light.
He immediately noticed the cassette tape in Su Wantang's hand and his brows furrowed.
Why listen to this?
He strode over, pulled out the cassette tape, took out several new ones from the bedside table, and slammed them onto the table.
Su Wantang leaned over to take a look and almost burst out laughing.
On those cassette tapes, written in the most vigorous and powerful handwriting—
"Resounding Military Songs", "A Collection of Bugle Calls", "I Am a Soldier".
"What are you doing?" Su Wantang asked, suppressing a laugh.
Lu Jingyan said with a serious expression, "My son should listen to this from a young age to cultivate his spirit. What if he listens to those soft and weak things and grows up to be all effeminate?"
Su Wantang was amused by his appearance.
How do you know it's a son? What if it's a daughter?
Lu Jingyan choked for a moment.
He stiffened his neck and said righteously, "Daughters should listen even more! They must have the ambition to defend their country from a young age! They can't be spoiled, lest they be bullied in the future!"
"Who says listening to classical music makes you delicate and sweet? It's artistic enrichment that can develop your intelligence."
"Military songs can strengthen willpower! Willpower is more important than intelligence!" Lu Jingyan refused to back down.
The two engaged in a heated debate about the naive question of "what to listen to during prenatal education."
One person said that hearing the bugle call would scare the children.
One person said it was to let him get used to the battlefield environment in advance.
One person said that listening to poetry can cultivate literary talent.
One person said that memorizing regulations can enhance discipline.
Su Wantang discovered that it was impossible to reason with this man.
His logic is unique and unbreakable.
Finally, Su Wantang raised her hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to whatever you say, Commander Lu." She leaned back against the headboard helplessly.
Lu Jingyan was finally satisfied. With a victor's expression, he solemnly put the "Resounding Military Songs" into the tape recorder.
Soon, the room was filled with high-pitched and passionate singing.
"Forward! Forward! Forward! Our ranks march towards the sun..."
Su Wantang held her forehead, feeling the entire bedroom shaking.
Lu Jingyan listened with a look of utter delight, even humming along softly.
Su Wantang resignedly closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased.
Just then, she was suddenly kicked hard in the stomach.
"Ouch," she exclaimed softly.
Lu Jingyun immediately pounced over, her eyes wide open.
"What's wrong? Does he not like it?"
Su Wantang shook her head, took his hand, and pressed it against her stomach.
"Don't move."
Lu Jingyan held his breath, not daring to move.
A few seconds later, he felt another clear kick from beneath his palm.
Lu Jingyan's eyes lit up instantly, a brightness even more dazzling than a searchlight.
He suddenly raised his head, facing Su Wantang, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Look! Look! He likes it! He's reacting! He's such a good son!"
Su Wantang was completely exasperated by his silly expression.
Well, as long as the father and son are happy, let them listen.
So, for the next week, Su Wantang's prenatal education changed from highbrow classical music to military songs full of gritty spirit.
Sometimes, when Grandpa Lu heard this, he would stand at the door for a while, leaning on his cane, and nod in approval.
"Hmm, this is good, it's powerful!"
Meng Wan and Lu Zhenguo could only exchange a helpless smile.
It's late at night.
The military songs on the tape recorder finally stopped.
Lu Jingyan turned off the machine, and the room instantly returned to silence.
He took off his shoes, got into bed, and pulled Su Wantang into his arms from behind.
His warm chest pressed tightly against her back, his chin rested on her shoulder, and his breath tickled her ear.
Su Wantang felt a little uncomfortable with him and shifted her body.
"Don't move."
The man's voice sounded particularly deep in the night, with a hint of husky magnetism.
Su Wantang froze, not moving.
She thought he was going to discuss the results of today's prenatal education with her again, but to her surprise, he pressed his lips to her earlobe and gave it a light kiss.
The scorching heat sent a shiver down her spine.
She heard him speak slowly in her ear, in an almost breathy voice.
"Actually, the best prenatal education is telling me to love my mom."
With a loud bang.
Su Wantang's cheeks instantly turned so red they looked like they could bleed.
These words are more damaging than a hundred replays of "The Charge".
Her heart was pounding like a drum, each beat heavy and rapid.
The man seemed pleased with her reaction and let out a low, pleasant chuckle.
His hands began to wander erratically.
That large, calloused hand, burning hot, reached under the hem of her pajamas and covered her round belly.
His rough fingertips gently caressed her taut skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"Wantang..."
His lips and tongue chased after her earlobe, his voice growing increasingly hoarse.
"You know what? You look especially beautiful right now."
"You're talking nonsense. I've gained a lot of weight, and I've lost my waist..." Su Wantang's voice was barely audible.
"I like you a little chubby, you're soft to hug."
He began to whisper in her ear again, his words both scalding and explicit, revealing affections he would never have dared to imagine beneath his usual cold demeanor.
He told her what he was thinking when he first met her.
He told her how much he wanted to hide her from everyone while she was dancing on stage.
He told her that every time she frowned or smiled, it touched his heart.
Those deep-seated loves and desires, never spoken aloud, poured out without reservation at this moment.
Su Wantang felt like she was about to melt from the warmth in his voice.
She went limp like a spring pond, held tightly in his arms.
He proved to her through his actions that prenatal education and military songs were all illusory.
All he ever wanted was her.
In the man's domineering yet tender demands, Su Wantang once again deeply realized that this man loved her to the core.
As for the children...
Consider it an early education in love.
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