Chapter 329 Don’t Let Your Parents Know About This

Being handcuffed tightly to the man's chest, Wang Ziru's body trembled slightly.

She understood her husband's urgent desire to have a second child. He wanted to give Bao'er a younger sister to keep Bao'er company. Secondly, having another child would also strengthen their relationship.

"Suijing, actually, there is something I have not told you in detail." Wang Ziru tried to breathe steadily, as if every breath would make her burst into tears.

Han Suijing rubbed his wife's warm cheeks, hugged her soft body, and let her lie on her side facing him.

His eyes fell gently on his wife's face, and he asked with a smile: "Don't you want to have a baby?"

"It's not that I don't want to give you a second child, but..." Wang Ziru's voice was trembling, and she choked with sobs, "When Baoer was born in the countryside, the Zhai family thought that the child might not be theirs, so I didn't take good care of my body at that time."

Looking at his wife's lips trembling slightly, the words he wanted to say seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Han Suijing's Adam's apple moved up and down with difficulty, and he asked softly, "At that time, you lived alone in the countryside, with nothing to eat or wear, and no one to take care of you during your confinement, right?"

Before he finished speaking, his vision blurred and hot tears dripped from the corners of his eyes onto the pillow.

"Well, so now I always have stomach pain during my menstrual period every month. It's also because I didn't take good care of myself during the confinement period. Maybe I have left a root of illness. Now it's difficult for me to get pregnant."

Wang Ziru lowered her eyelashes and didn't look at the man's expression. In the end, only a few rapid breaths were heard.

She knew that if the matter was not made clear, Han Suijing would start to suspect that there was something wrong with him.

If she was in good health, when Zhai Ximo went back to her hometown to visit her relatives at the beginning of the year, the couple still got along well, so there should be some movement in her belly...

Nothing has happened for such a long time, I guess the problem lies with her.

Han Suijing slowly held her in his arms and rested his chin on her warm cheek.

Her voice was slightly hoarse. "Take some Chinese medicine to take care of your body. We don't want to have a second child. Your health is the most important."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." She raised her face and gave Han Suijing an apologetic look.

"This is my mistake, it's not your fault! I should be the one to say sorry."

Holding his wife tightly, Han Suijing finally figured out one thing: his wife felt like she was in pain every month during her menstruation. It turned out that she had no conditions to recuperate after giving birth to Baoer and developed a chronic illness.

He felt extremely guilty, blaming himself for not clarifying the situation and hastily urging her to have a second child.

So she had to tell the truth.

"It seems that Baoer will never have brothers or sisters in his life. We can only cultivate his independent character in the future..." Wang Ziru said in a low voice.

Han Suijing said nothing, thinking to himself that he must not let his parents know about this.

The reason why they acquiesced to their marriage this time was probably because they thought they were eager to have a second child...

The next morning.

Wang Ziru woke up to the sound of the army's loud trumpet.

Not surprisingly, Han Suijing had gotten up at some point to take care of the two children.

The man did not torment her last night, so she had a sound and comfortable sleep. She felt refreshed. She got up, changed out of her nightgown, and took out the light blue round-neck pullover she had bought from a foreign store on Taihe Street last time from her suitcase and put it on.

He was still wearing a pair of navy blue denim trousers.

When I opened the bedroom door, I heard two children getting up and watching TV in the living room downstairs.

"Baoer, Fu Jiqiu, didn't you two go out for exercise with your father this morning? Why are you still watching TV at home?" Wang Ziru walked downstairs slowly, holding a comb in her hand, combing her long black hair.

When I went downstairs, I unexpectedly saw the child’s father sitting in the living room.

"Huh? Han Suijing, didn't you go out this morning?"

Han Suijing was tuning in TV programs for his children. He smiled at his wife and said, "When I'm not at home, there's no one to take care of these two little kids."

"You can take them to the playground and have some running practice with the warriors. Look at Bao Er's skinny body. If he doesn't exercise, he won't even be able to lift a chicken."

"It's okay. Let them watch TV for a while since it's summer vacation. We will return to the special forces in a few days and take them to training every morning." Han Suijing said gently.

It sounds like he is a father who is both kind and strict.

Living in the special forces, they did not bring a TV with them, and there was only a radio at home. For the children, there was no new entertainment like TV, so when they returned to their homes in the city, they would naturally stay in front of the TV all day and night.

Han Suijing squatted in front of the TV, turned on the TV, turned around, and glanced at his radiant wife. "Do you want to eat noodles in the morning, or should we go out to eat?"

"Dad, Fu Jiqiu and I still want to eat fried dough sticks. The hotel must sell fried dough sticks." Baoer opened his little arms, hugged his father's neck from behind, and lay on his back to beg.

"Then let's go outside to eat fried dough sticks later." Han Suijing carried the little guy on his back lovingly.

In a blink of an eye, I saw Fu Jiqiu leaning against the armrest of the sofa with a lonely look on his face.

Han Suijing patted the little cutie and put him down without saying a word.

He walked to Fu Jiqiu, turned around, half squatted, and patted his strong back, "Fu Jiqiu, come up! Let uncle try to see if I can carry you."

"Hehehe..." The cute little baby ran over and pushed Fu Jiqiu, "Hurry up and let my dad carry you."

Fu Jiqiu pursed his lips tightly, feeling very happy. He turned his head to look at the person combing his hair sitting on the sofa, then slowly climbed onto Han Suijing's back and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.

With a jerk, Han Suijing stood up with some difficulty while carrying the young man on his back.

"Oh! I didn't realize you're so heavy. In a few years, I'm afraid even your father Fu Xun won't be able to carry you." Han Suijing chuckled and patted the boy's butt, jokingly.

Wang Ziru showed a relieved smile on her face.

It seemed that Han Suijing had just noticed the loneliness on Fu Jiqiu's face.

It's the same as Baoer, a child without a father or a mother will always envy other children.

Wang Ziru's dark eyes quietly followed the three of them as they moved in the living room. Han Suijing was running in the living room with Fu Jiqiu on his back, and Baoer was chasing after them with a smile.

Unable to run anymore, he just lay down on the big dark brown piano.

Wang Ziru raised the corners of her mouth slightly as she skillfully braided her hair. Although women in the 1980s liked to perm their hair, she thought braids were very beautiful.

She had her hair braided with the ends left very short, and after braiding it she tied the elastic band on her wrist to the ends of her hair.

After washing up, the family of four took a car out to have breakfast.

Just as they were about to leave, Song Jian came to Han's house with Deputy Commander Xu Fuxian and two other men.

"Leader, Deputy Commander Xu wants to see you."

Han Suijing frowned and thought to himself that the family of four hadn't had breakfast yet, so what were you in such a hurry to do that you came to his house?

Following Xu Fuxian into the Han family was Guo Peisong, the manager of the cotton textile factory. Xu Fuxian did not want to deal with the cotton textile factory's compensation issue himself.

Seeing that Han Suijing did not go to the headquarters in the morning, he brought Guo Peisong and his secretary straight to Han's house.

"Sorry to bother you three," Xu Fuxian said loudly as he led the two strange men into the house.

Han Suijing ushered the guests into the living room, "Deputy Commander Xu, who are these two?"

After some introduction, Han Suijing finally understood why Xu Fuxian came.

Although Xu Fuxian was nominally acting as the commander of the headquarters, since Commander Duan was hit and his car was damaged, he must have immediately asked the party responsible to compensate for a new car.

However, although the cotton textile factory was a state-owned unit, it could not afford to buy a car.

Guo Peisong rushed to the headquarters and burst into tears when he saw Xu Fuxian. Xu Fuxian was also in a difficult situation and had to kick this mess to Han Suijing.

"The public security department has already divided the responsibilities, right? The cotton spinning factory is fully responsible. You must compensate the headquarters for a car. In addition, there are also Commander Duan's medical expenses, missed work wages, etc." Han Suijing said in a cold voice after listening to Xu Fuyan's explanation.

Guo Peisong immediately wiped his tears, selling badly and crying miserably.

He also said that their cotton textile factory does not have many orders now, and they cannot collect payments for goods. They are living a very tight life and can hardly pay the factory’s wages.

Wang Ziru hurried to the kitchen and found the thermos, which contained some boiling water from last night. She made a few cups of tea and brought them out.

I could vaguely hear Guo Peisong crying: "Deputy Commander Xu said that a Jingji 212 costs more than 30,000 yuan, not including the purchase tax. For ordinary factories like us, this is an astronomical figure."

"Even if I sell the factory, I'm afraid I won't be able to make the loss for a while."

Xu Fuxian held the enamelware cup in his hand, drinking tea silently, not intending to say anything.

Wang Ziru, who was standing nearby, also knew why they were there.

Cars like Commander Duan's, the Jeep 212, are the most common sight on the streets of the 1980s.

The selling price is equivalent to 30,000 yuan, but it has strong off-road capabilities and is not available to everyone. Only units can buy it, and they need to wait for indicators to be approved.

Han Suijing's eyes darkened, and after a moment of thought, he said, "It doesn't matter if you can't apply for the quota. The troops can apply for the quota themselves, and your cotton textile factory will be responsible for paying the compensation."

"Leader, then how much do you think we should pay?" Guo Peisong burst into tears again, and he did not look as pitiful as he pretended.

Han Suijing: "First, you have to pay for a 212 car. As for Commander Duan's medical expenses, you should discuss it with the Duan family. Mr. Duan Suili asked you to pay for it, so you must pay for it. Otherwise, your cotton textile factory will not be able to open for business."

The Duan family's influence in Yixi should never be underestimated.

Even these state-owned factories had to bow to him.

The atmosphere in the living room was very tense.

Wang Ziru stood by and after a while, she saw that they were silent and it was getting late.

She also had to go to the hospital to visit Commander Duan.

Duan Suili specifically reminded her yesterday to go there early today.

She looked at the silent men and suddenly asked, "Manager Guo, what kind of fabrics are your cotton textile factory producing now?"

Guo Peisong raised his drooping face and wiped his glasses. "It's the fabric of the Dacron shirt, polyester fabric. What's wrong with it?"

"I heard you say just now that your cotton mill doesn't have many orders?"

"Yes." Guo Peisong looked serious, pushed up his glasses, and said in a deep voice: "Our factory purchases high-quality cotton from the north, but for some reason, the orders for the fabrics we make are getting fewer and fewer. The clothing factories dislike our patterns and colors being old-fashioned."

"For example, in Shanghai and Beijing, western-style shirts and skirts are popular now, so they don't like the fabrics we make..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man sighed again.

"Do we have a clothing factory in Kunming?" Wang Ziru simply went over and sat down next to Han Suijing, adding, "I mean, your cotton textile factory must know some downstream clothing factories, right?"

"Yes, they do, but they have trouble selling their clothes, and everyone is having a hard time."

Wang Ziru looked at Han Suijing and knew that he had no other way to deal with this matter.

"Manager Guo, please come with me to the hospital. I will help you discuss with Mr. Duan and give you a two-month extension."

Manager Guo was stunned. "Two months' grace period? I still can't afford the money."

"Go to the bank and borrow some money. Use these two months to make all the fabrics you can't sell into finished clothes. After you sell them, you can use the profits to compensate the troops."

"But our cotton textile factory doesn't make ready-made clothes, right?"

"I just asked you, if your factory can't make the product, you can cooperate with a clothing factory. You provide the design and fabric, and let them do the production. You pay them a production fee. At the same time, they can also help you sell some of the finished clothes."