Feng Mingshu noticed the hint of smugness on Yan Jiayi's face. She didn't reach out to take the manuscript, but instead asked, "Has this manuscript been reviewed by the radio station?"
"Of course it's been reviewed, the deputy station chief reviewed it personally. Ming Shu, won't you take a look for me? I think it might be missing something, could you help me polish it up?"
Feng Mingshu waved his hand: "How could I possibly help you polish your draft? I've already said before that I can't write drafts, otherwise I wouldn't have withdrawn from the second exam in the first place."
"Oh, I completely forgot about that. Mingshu, you won't hold it against me, will you?"
"No. But Jiayi, I suggest you submit this manuscript to the station manager for another review," Feng Mingshu reminded her.
Yan Jiayi frowned slightly: "I would like to, but the stationmaster has left the island and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, but my script is scheduled to air tomorrow morning."
"I suggest you postpone it," Feng Mingshu advised again.
Yan Jiayi's expression subtly changed. She looked at Feng Mingshu for two seconds, then suddenly smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Mingshu, I understand."
After that, Yan Jiayi said goodbye and left.
For the next few days, Yan Jiayi did not come to her yard again, and even Aunt Qin noticed.
"Xiao Feng, you've fallen out with the Wang family next door?"
Sister-in-law Qin asked curiously, but when she didn't get an answer from Feng Mingshu, she said, "It must be her problem. There are hardly any people in the entire family compound who can get along with her."
Feng Mingshu smiled and shook her head: "No, she's probably been quite busy lately."
Unfortunately, her words were quickly refuted.
Yan Jiayi walked past her house gate with a smug look on her face, but she didn't look to the side. Then, perhaps she met someone, she laughed and talked to the person about her work at the radio station, and how several of her articles had been recognized and praised by the station.
“Listen to her, she’s always showing off those few articles she’s written. Does she think she’s the only one on our island who can write articles?” Aunt Qin said indignantly, pulling Feng Mingshu up. “Little Feng, you should write some articles and submit them to the radio station. I don’t believe you can’t outshine her.”
Feng Mingshu was startled; in this era, it was easy to make a name for oneself.
He immediately patted Qin's hand away, shook his head and laughed, "Sister-in-law, don't joke around, I can't write articles."
Aunt Qin didn't believe her: "Aren't you a teacher? Can't a teacher write essays? Essays and manuscripts are pretty much the same, aren't they?"
“Writing essays is similar to writing articles, but I’m an English teacher, not a Chinese teacher, so there are no writing requirements,” Feng Mingshu said earnestly.
"Oh, is that so? That's such a pity." Sister-in-law Qin looked disappointed, unaware that she had been fooled.
The last question on the English exam is an essay. How can a teacher not know how to write an essay?
Aunt Qin slapped her thigh again: "My kids' writing is terrible. I was thinking of asking you to teach them, but it seems I'll have to find someone else to help."
Feng Mingshu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. She had been feeling tired lately and didn't want to take on any extra work.
After seeing Sister-in-law Qin off, Feng Mingshu returned to her bedroom, intending to lie down for a while.
Unexpectedly, she fell asleep during the trip. When she woke up, it was dark outside the window. She quickly got up, and the door was pushed open.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Zhou Jinshan raised his hand and placed it on her forehead.
Feng Mingshu shook her head: "I don't have a fever. It's probably because my period is about to start, and I'm feeling particularly tired. By the way, have you eaten?"
She slept until dark, and since she hadn't cooked for him or gone to the cafeteria, she felt a little guilty.
"I've already eaten. I made seafood pancakes for dinner, and there are still two left, keeping them warm on the stove. I'll bring them up for you."
"No need, I'll go downstairs to eat."
During their two months on the island, the couple experimented with different ways to cook seafood, and seafood pancakes were one of them. They could cook any kind of seafood, such as squid, shrimp, or clams, by adding an egg, coating it in batter, and frying it in a pan. The result was delicious.
Feng Mingshu was a little hungry. She went to the kitchen, lifted the lid, picked up a golden seafood pancake and put it in her mouth, but the next second, she spat it out.
"Is it bad? Then I'll make you something else..."
But before he could finish speaking, he saw his wife rush into the yard and vomit.
Zhou Jinshan grew anxious and patted her back, asking, "Did you eat something bad? I'll take you to the hospital."
After saying that, he was about to pick her up horizontally.
Feng Mingshu quickly waved his hand: "No need to go to the hospital, get me some water first... Ugh!"
After vomiting until only water remained, Feng Mingshu managed to suppress the nausea. After rinsing her mouth, she looked at Zhou Jinshan, who had a worried expression, with a complicated expression and said, "I might not be sick."
"If you're not sick, what is it? Your face is all pale from vomiting. Let's go to the hospital." Zhou Jinshan was very anxious.
After thinking for a while, Feng Mingshu nodded: "Okay, let's go to the hospital for a checkup."
When she arrived at the hospital, she told the doctor on duty about her symptoms, and the doctor quickly wrote up a form: "Come back tomorrow morning for a blood test."
Zhou Jinshan asked anxiously, "Can we only wait until tomorrow?"
"The blood test window won't open until tomorrow morning, so there's no use in you being anxious, comrade," the doctor said helplessly.
"Is a blood test necessary to find out what disease my spouse has?"
"Wait, who told you your partner is sick?"
Zhou Jinshan was taken aback by the question, but the doctor suddenly realized what he meant: "You two haven't had children before, have you?"
Seeing Zhou Jinshan's completely bewildered expression, Feng Mingshu could only reply, "Not before."
Actually, she was nervous too; her hands were clenched tightly.
The doctor noticed and reassured him, "You most likely have these symptoms, but it's best to get a blood test to confirm."
"Thank you, doctor. I'll come back tomorrow morning."
Feng Mingshu put away the order form and got up to call Zhou Jinshan home.
At this moment, Zhou Jinshan suddenly realized what was happening, placed his hands on her shoulders, and asked, "We have a child?"
The veins on the back of his hand bulged, but he tried his best to control the force so that Feng Mingshu did not feel any discomfort. His eyes were slightly red, revealing his excitement.
Feng Mingshu's previously suppressed emotions were stirred by him, and she couldn't help but touch her flat stomach: "We'll have to do a blood test tomorrow to know the exact results."
“I’ll come with you tomorrow,” Zhou Jinshan said immediately.
"No need, I can do it myself. You go to work..."
But before she could finish speaking, her feet left the ground and she was lifted up.
The doctor was still there, and Feng Mingshu couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She raised her hand and patted the man's chest, saying, "Put me down quickly."
“You’re pregnant, so be careful. I’ll carry you home,” Zhou Jinshan said firmly, his body tense as if he were holding a priceless treasure.
"Put me down quickly, or people will laugh at us."
"Who's laughing at me?"
Zhou Jinshan followed his wife's gaze to the doctor, who smiled and said, "Comrade, you don't need to be so nervous. Except for the later stages of pregnancy when the belly gets too big, pregnant women can walk normally. In fact, it's good to move around more often so that the delivery will go smoothly."
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