Zeng Jun and she truly had feelings for each other. Their relationship was a rare example of free love in this era. Due to work, they were often apart, but every time they met, it felt like "absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Therefore, even after several years of marriage, their relationship remains very good.
At this moment, Zhang Jing lay quietly on the hospital bed, holding her hand tightly, telling herself again and again, "It's okay, everything will be alright!"
The two who caused the trouble, whether trying to lessen their guilt or shirk responsibility, were still whispering among themselves.
Qiao Yuzhen's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Zeng Jun to hear: "Why is she so delicate? When I was pregnant and gave birth to you and your sister, I didn't come to the hospital once. I gave birth at home. I was still working at the time."
"Exactly, not to mention before, she's come three times this month alone. Every time, the doctor says it's nothing, but she makes a mountain out of a molehill." Zeng Meng didn't expect Zhang Jing to be so timid. Just getting a little closer and she gets so scared. She's really useless!
Fang Yun happened to be making her rounds when she heard these words and almost laughed in anger: "This is a hospital, don't make a scene. Also, I repeatedly told you before that hormones can be imbalanced and emotions can be unstable after pregnancy, and I told you to go back and keep the pregnant woman happy. She's only been discharged for a few days and you're back again? This time it's very dangerous, do you know that?"
Being doctors, the two women were so ashamed after being reprimanded that they dared not reply. Qiao Yuzhen forced a smile and said, "We know, Dr. Fang. She's the boss in our family. Nobody ever gets upset by her."
Fang Yun was too lazy to listen to her excuses and called Zeng Jun aside: "You are her husband. Why haven't I seen you the last few times?"
Before he could reply, she continued, "She's very preoccupied. After she got pregnant, her family didn't care about her at all and kept making her worry. As a man, no matter how busy you are with work, you should care about her when you meet her. It's not just about asking about the baby, but more importantly, about caring for the pregnant woman. If she's well, the baby will be well; if she's not well, the baby can't be well either."
"It was my fault for not discovering the problem in time."
Seeing that Zeng Jun didn't want to talk about the two people and was quick to admit his mistake, Fang Yun didn't press him too much: "I heard you're a sailor and can't be home often, so you should take even more care of her. Imagine living with Zhang Jing's parents, how long could you last? Alright, these are not things a doctor should interfere with too much, think about it carefully."
Fang Yun patted him on the shoulder and went back to making her rounds.
When Zeng Jun entered the ward, he saw his mother and sister still sitting there steadily. Looking at the bed next to him, he saw that his family had specially made chicken soup for him and brought it over. Only then did he realize that when she said everything was fine, she didn't really mean she was doing well, but he had taken it seriously.
"Mom!" Zeng Jun looked at Qiao Yuzhen with some confusion, making her feel a chill run down her spine.
Qiao Yuzhen shifted uncomfortably and asked awkwardly, "What's wrong, son?"
"Xiao Jing isn't feeling well and needs some nourishment." Zeng Jun didn't want to be too obvious, so he only gave a subtle hint.
"Okay, I got it. I'll make sure to give her some extra nutrition later." Qiao Yuzhen usually reacts quickly, but probably because so much had happened today, her mind hadn't quite processed it yet, and she was just responding instinctively.
"I need it now! Go back and make her a pot of chicken soup and have Zeng Meng bring it over." Zeng Jun was somewhat disappointed. It turned out that what others said was true. Even though he was here today, it was only a verbal promise. One could imagine what kind of life she led at home on a daily basis.
He deserved to die for not noticing the problem sooner. "Slap!" He angrily slapped himself.
Zeng Meng wanted to refuse, but when her brother suddenly slapped her, she was frightened. She was worried that if she refused, the slap would land on her face, so she quickly pulled Qiao Yuzhen and ran away. They only stopped when they could no longer see the hospital.
"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing~"
Zeng Jun had just seen his mother and sister off and hadn't even sat down to catch his breath when Zhang's parents and brother arrived at the hospital.
"Thump"
Upon meeting, Zeng Jun's brother-in-law, Zhang Rong, punched him. Zhang's father watched coldly from the side, thinking that if he weren't old and frail, he would have punched him back at least once.
Zhang's mother sat quietly by the hospital bed, looking at her daughter's protruding belly and pale face, tears streaming down her face: "My poor child, your belly is so big, and you still got so angry with those heartless people that you had to come to the hospital. How could they do such a thing? Aren't they afraid of being struck by lightning!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang's father became angry and lost his temper, shouting, "I never agreed to this! You're on the ship, spending over twenty out of thirty days a month there, and you have a younger sister at home. Zhang Jing is all alone at home taking care of your parents-in-law and your sister, and what do you get in return? If you don't feel grateful, at least respect her!"
"Keep your voice down, don't disturb Jingjing." Zhang's mother slapped Zhang's father, but she couldn't help herself: "You know how we used to treat her. She's never cooked a single meal since she was little, and I always washed her clothes and socks. When she came to your house, not only did we wash your parents' clothes, but we also dumped your sister's clothes on her. Every time I asked her, she said she was fine. Fine my foot! Her hands can't wash dishes or clothes. If she does, her hands get chapped, layer upon layer, itchy and painful. She's never well when I see her, and she still tries to lie to me!"
Zhang's mother stroked her daughter's rough hands with heartache, her heart bleeding: "It's only been a few years! Her once fair and smooth hands have become like this."
She stretched Zhang Jing's hand out in front of Zeng Jun, wanting him to take a good look at her hands: "How did you treat her? She wouldn't come back for ten days or half a month, and when she did, she would just fall asleep, leaving all the family's affairs to her. It was fine when she wasn't pregnant, but now that she's pregnant, your mother and sister don't take good care of her, and they've made her so angry that she's been hospitalized time and time again. My daughter, whom I raised with pampering, has married into your family and is now just a maid. How dare you! You've gotten a maid to serve you for free, and she's even carrying on your family line."
As Zhang's mother was talking, she got angry when she looked at the face in front of her. "Slap!" She slapped him, the slap landing perfectly on the left and right of the face he had just slapped. It was symmetrical.
Zeng Jun felt very sorry for her when he heard them say these things. Every time she came back, she would deliberately touch his face all over with her hands and ask him, "How about it? Can I scratch your face with my hands!"
At the time, he thought she was joking, so he laughed and comforted her, "No, my skin is thicker, you can't scratch it!"
The next day, he went and bought her a box of face cream. Zhang Jing smiled happily at that time. From then on, he would bring her different gifts every time he came back, from small hair ties to big watches. Whenever he encountered something, the first thing he thought of was whether Zhang Jing would like it and whether it would look good on her.
It turned out that she had already suffered so much in a corner he hadn't noticed.
He couldn't believe it; they had such a good relationship, and he hadn't even noticed this. He just shook his head and mumbled, "I... I don't know!"
Seeing his pathetic state, Zhang Rong got angry, grabbed him by the collar and brought him in front of Zhang Jing: "Don't know? You don't know once, you don't know twice, how could you not know three times? You work hard, but who doesn't work? Your wife not only works, but also takes care of the house and does the laundry for your whole family. Who works harder?"
"And you, every time you go out you bring a big bag of clean clothes, and come back you bring a big bag of dirty clothes. You're pregnant and you still do this, don't you know? Are you really unaware or are you pretending not to know?"
“I…” Zeng Jun was speechless. He himself seemed to be the one who made Zhang Jing sad. Why did things turn out like this?
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