Chapter 14, Chapter 103: Our baby's name is...
Cheng Jiamo was so nervous about meeting He Qingzhao's elders at the He family tomorrow that she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in bed like a pancake.
With her like this, He Qingzhao naturally couldn't sleep either.
With a soft sigh, He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips: "What's wrong?"
Cheng Jiamo sighed, "I'm a little nervous."
He Qingzhao chuckled: "Wife, if you insist on this, we won't go back tomorrow."
"No way!" Cheng Jiamo hugged his arm and rubbed her face against his arm. "We've had our marriage certificate for almost two months, and I haven't met your family yet. I have to go even if it's raining knives tomorrow."
He Qingzhao kissed her lips again: "Good girl, go to sleep."
Cheng Jiamo woke up at around 6 a.m. the next day. Firstly, she had something on her mind, so she woke up early. Secondly, she had severe morning sickness and felt nauseous.
He Qingzhao woke up shortly after she did, and the first thing she heard when she opened her eyes was the sound of her dry heaving.
"Momo."
He Qingzhao hurriedly got out of bed, not even having time to put on his shoes, and ran barefoot into the bathroom. He saw Cheng Jiamo bent over in front of the sink, gagging painfully. He felt extremely distressed, and his brows furrowed.
"Wife." He Qingzhao patted her back gently, "I'll call home in a bit and cancel today's family dinner."
Cheng Jiamo rinsed her mouth, wiped her face and mouth with a washcloth, straightened up and looked at He Qingzhao in the mirror, smiled at him: "It's okay, this is a normal reaction, it will be fine after a while."
He Qingzhao hugged her from behind, his warm hands covering her soft belly, his chin lowered, and his face rubbed against her neck.
"Wife, I love you."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and nudged his shoulder: "Don't just say you love me, go get me a glass of water."
After drinking half a cup of warm water, Cheng Jiamo felt much better, and the nausea subsided.
Breakfast was light yet plentiful, including seafood porridge, boiled eggs, milk, soy milk, steamed buns, toast, and seasonal vegetables.
Upon smelling the seafood, Cheng Jiamo immediately pinched her nose and frowned, saying, "Take it away, take it away, take the seafood porridge away, it smells awful."
He Qingzhao quickly had the nanny take it away, and then asked, "Is there anything else you don't like?"
Cheng Jiamo picked up a slice of plain toast, took a bite, and nodded: "Toast is fine." She looked at the soy milk and milk, picked up the milk and took a sip, "Milk is fine too."
He Qingzhao picked up an egg: "Want some eggs?"
Cheng Jiamo waved her hand dismissively: "I won't eat."
He Qingzhao picked up another small steamed bun: "Where's the bun? Your favorite braised pork flavor?"
Cheng Jiamo waved her hand again: "I don't want to eat."
For breakfast, Cheng Jiamo only ate half a slice of toast and drank half a cup of milk.
He Qingzhao didn't urge her to eat more. He knew that Cheng Jiamo had no appetite in the early stages of pregnancy and didn't want her to force herself to eat, as it would make her feel very uncomfortable. He would ask the cook to prepare some food for her when they arrived at the old house.
After finishing her meal, Cheng Jiamo went back to her room to change her clothes and rinsed her mouth again.
He Qingzhao wore a casual suit with a bow tie, and her hair was parted in a 2:8 ratio and combed back slightly.
Cheng Jiamo tied up her long, smooth, black hair, wore a fresh light green French-style long dress, and a diamond necklace around her neck. Because of her pregnancy, she did not wear high heels but flat sneakers.
Looking at He Qingzhao, who was much taller than her, Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "You too, if I hadn't gone to your house before I got pregnant, I could still have worn 10-centimeter high heels."
He Qingzhao laughed: "Even if you're in a wheelchair, you're still my wife, He Qingzhao's wife."
Cheng Jiamo laughed and hit him: "Shut up, stop talking."
The gifts for the elders of the He family had been prepared in advance and put in the trunk; they were all prepared by Cheng Jiamo herself.
The car drove into the courtyard with gray tiles and white walls, followed the tree-lined path, and finally stopped next to a house with blue bricks and gray tiles.
Before registering their marriage, He Qingzhao explained his family situation.
His grandfather passed away six years ago, but his grandmother is still alive. Although she is very old, she is still full of energy. She is 88 years old, but looks like she is in her seventies.
My father stepped down from his frontline position, and my mother retired completely and stayed at home.
In the living room on the first floor, the entire He family was gathered together today, except for He Zongxun, who was unable to return from the Eastern Theater Command.
He Qingzhao's grandmother, He Qingzhao's parents, eldest uncle and aunt, third uncle and aunt, fourth uncle and aunt.
My cousins He Jingyang and He Zihong, my cousin Zhuang Jing, all came back, and even He Lin came over.
He Qingzhao pulled Cheng Jiamo into the house, first walking up to the old lady with a full head of white hair, and said to Cheng Jiamo, "Daughter-in-law, call her Grandma."
Cheng Jiamo greeted the old lady with a gentle smile, "Grandma," and then handed her the revolutionary declaration she had written with a brush. Her voice became even softer: "Grandma, Qingzhao told me that you love calligraphy. Jiamo is just showing off."
He Qingzhao had no idea what Cheng Jiamo was writing. She always kept the study door closed when she wrote, so he couldn't see it, and she wouldn't show it to him when she finished.
He originally thought it was a Buddhist scripture, as people usually give copies of Buddhist scriptures as gifts to the elderly.
When they opened it, it turned out to be an excerpt from a revolutionary manifesto.
As expected of his wife!
Grandma He looked at the neatly written revolutionary declaration and immediately burst into tears, excitedly grasping Cheng Jiamo's hand: "Good, good child!"
Grandma He took off the emerald green bracelet from her wrist and slipped it onto Cheng Jiamo's fair wrist.
The bracelet's quality clearly indicated it was expensive, and Cheng Jiamo dared not accept it. Just as she was about to refuse, she said, "Grandma, I can't..."
He Qingzhao held her hand: "Grandma gave this to her eldest grandson's wife, so you can keep it."
He Zihong laughed and teased, "The eldest grandson's wife is really something else. Grandma even gave the family heirloom bracelet to her."
He Jingyang said, "Of course, my eldest brother is the eldest son of the He family, so his treatment is definitely different from that of his sister-in-law."
He Qingzhao kicked He Qingzhao in the back of the knee, and said with a half-smile, "You talk too much."
Then He Qingzhao led Cheng Jiamo to He Rong'an and called out in a calm tone, "Dad."
Cheng Jiamo called out with a gentle smile, "Dad."
Her voice was sweet and crisp.
He Rong'an smiled and nodded, giving Cheng Jiamo a thick red envelope, his gaze towards her now filled with kindness.
He Qingzhao faced Zhong Jin, her voice still indifferent: "Mom."
Cheng Jiamo called out with a sweet smile, "Mom."
Zhong Jin also gave her a large red envelope, and smiled as she held her hand: "Qing Zhao has finally gotten her wish. You two should take good care of yourselves."
Cheng Jiamo reached out and hugged her: "Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of Qingzhao."
Zhong Jin smiled gently: "He's so much older than you, he should be the one taking care of you."
Cheng Jiamo sat down next to Zhong Jin: "He and I will take care of each other, and also take care of you, Dad, and Grandma."
Everyone laughed and praised Cheng Jiamo for her sweet talk and charming personality.
Zhong Jin took her hand and glanced at her lower abdomen: "You're pregnant now, with twins, so don't overwork yourself. Your health is important."
He Qingzhao stood next to the sofa and took Cheng Jiamo's other hand.
Then He Qingzhao introduced Cheng Jiamo to her uncles, aunts, and other relatives, and everyone gave Cheng Jiamo a red envelope.
The family lunch was a joyful and harmonious occasion.
Although He Rong'an and Zhong Jin are no longer husband and wife, they have gone through a lot over the years and have let go of their grudges and affections, and still get along like family.
After lunch, He Qingzhao took Cheng Jiamo to the bedroom on the second floor to rest.
Cheng Jiamo, with her hands behind her back, looked around the room: "Is this the room you lived in when you were little?"
He Qingzhao lay lazily on the sofa by the window, smiling as he looked at her: "When I was little, I lived in a military compound. This place was moved here after my grandfather retired, when I was already in college."
Cheng Jiamo calculated the time; He Qingzhao entered university at the age of sixteen, which was twenty-two years ago.
Twenty-two years is quite a long time.
He Qingzhao beckoned to her: "Come here, wife, let me hug you."
Cheng Jiamo gave him a reproachful look: "I just finished eating, I'll stand for a while."
He Qingzhao gazed at her curvaceous and charming figure, which was even more alluring under the light and shadow.
"Wife," he said, deliberately lowering his voice and drawing out the sound, "Wife, I want to hug you."
Unable to resist his coquettish tone, Cheng Jiamo went over and sat on his lap.
He Qingzhao held her, as if he were having an addiction, and buried his face in her neck, taking a deep breath.
Cheng Jiamo felt an itch on her neck from his teasing and laughed as she pushed his face away, saying, "Don't do this, it's like you're on drugs."
He Qingzhao took another deep breath into the crook of her neck, inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from it, and then gently bit her neck.
Cheng Jiamo pushed his face away forcefully, took out the bracelet that Grandma He had given her, and asked, "Grandma, is this the only bracelet you have, or do you have many?"
He Qingzhao laughed: "Honey, do you think this is something an old lady went to Yiwu to buy wholesale?"
Cheng Jiamo blushed: "That's not what I meant. I was saying that if this is the only one, wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to give it all to me? There are four of you brothers. If the other three don't have wives, and I'm the only one who doesn't, I feel a little uneasy."
He Qingzhao looked at her face, which was flushed with embarrassment, and felt a pang of desire. He kissed her on the cheek and said in a low, husky voice, "Who else would I give it to if not you, since you're the eldest grandson's wife?"
Cheng Jiamo patted his arm: "You're getting more and more talkative."
He Qingzhao grabbed her hand and gently bit her fingertip: "I only joke around in front of you."
Cheng Jiamo also bit his hand, and after biting his hand, she bit his Adam's apple.
He Qingzhao pulled her directly into his arms and started fooling around with her.
Cheng Jiamo couldn't out-crazy him, so she clung to him and acted spoiled, saying, "I won't make a fuss anymore, I won't make a fuss anymore."
He Qingzhao, knowing that she was pregnant, didn't dare to be too outrageous with her.
He patted Cheng Jiamo's back gently: "How did you come up with the idea of copying the revolutionary manifesto and giving it to the old lady?"
Cheng Jiamo chuckled: "Because I know the needs of your grandparents' generation; revolution was their belief."
He Qingzhao smiled and tapped her nose: "You, you don't even care about your husband this much."
Cheng Jiamo was unconvinced and raised her head to retort: "How could I not care about you? If I didn't care about you, would I be carrying two of your children in my belly?"
He Qingzhao laughed loudly: "Good, good, good, my wife loves me the most and cares about me the most."
Cheng Jiamo gave a haughty snort: "Hmph, that's more like it."
He Qingzhao held her in his arms, lay in the air-conditioned room, basking in the sun, and told her about his grandmother.
"During the Republic of China era, my grandmother was a young lady from the southern part of the city. Her father was the head of the Nancheng warlords, and her grandfather was the governor of the Southwest. She was a proper young lady from an official family."
"Later, due to the warlord conflicts, the family fell into poverty, and the old lady joined the revolution when she was a teenager."
He chuckled as he said this.
"My grandfather, on the other hand, came from humble beginnings. His ancestors for eight generations were all farmers. He went to the battlefield with sheer courage and fought his way to the He family we have today."
Cheng Jiamo teased him with a smile, "Then you're a proper third-generation descendant."
He Qingzhao twitched the corner of his mouth: "What three generations or eight generations? From ancient times to the present, people have faded away, and things have gone from prosperity to decline. The glory of our ancestors cannot protect the descendants for thousands of years."
Cheng Jiamo didn't say anything, but hugged him and kissed him hard.
She adored He Qingzhao so much; he was so charming.
He Qingzhao carried her to the bed. Although they couldn't actually do it, it would be nice to satisfy his cravings for kissing and touching.
However, even when indulging in verbal and physical pleasure, he only went so far as to avoid causing Cheng Jiamo to secrete excessive estrogen, which would be very dangerous.
The sunlight outside the window was warm and gentle, and the poplar leaves shimmered with golden light as the wind blew through them.
Cheng Jiamo lay in He Qingzhao's arms, gazing out the bright window, and lazily asked, "Honey, what's our baby's name?"
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