“I gave birth to one child after another, hoping to have a daughter. I didn’t have any other intentions. Who knew that God would not be so kind to me and would only give me sons.”
"You have no idea, just thinking about how they used to follow me around calling me 'Mom' when they were little gives me a headache. I still feel a lot of pressure when I think about it now."
"Daughters are the best; they're like warm little cotton-padded jackets!"
Zhou Wanru makes no secret of her preference for women over men, and there's no denying that.
She just loves little girls; she dreams of having a daughter.
Song Qinghe was practically her ideal daughter template; she found everything she did adorable.
When Cui Mingzhen heard her say that, she finally felt relieved. Thank goodness, she wasn't that kind of person who went too far.
Otherwise, I really would have jumped up and thought that the old man had left his granddaughter behind.
Although biologically speaking, the sex of a child is not determined by the woman, many people are unreasonable and like to blame everything on the woman.
It's awful, it's incredibly disgusting.
Fortunately, Zhou Wanru seemed to be relatively clear-headed. These days, people who don't have sons crave sons, and people who don't have daughters crave daughters. The Lu family has six boys, so they should be immune to the idea of having a son.
If you think about it this way, it doesn't really matter what happens to Song Qinghe.
As long as their attitude is acceptable, the two families can continue to get along.
After a brief conversation, the family sat down to make dumplings, and the atmosphere in the yard became lively again.
If you ignore the sounds of the two old men bickering, the atmosphere at home is incredibly warm and cozy.
Song Yanli and Lu Dongzheng were playing chess while discussing some less sensitive news and current events.
The two families were together as if they had never been apart; they were extremely harmonious.
So much so that they all overlooked one thing: both families knew about Song Qinghe's pregnancy and were very happy about it.
The key to this problem is that Lu Zhaolin doesn't know!
Lu Zhaolin had just completed a very difficult mission and returned to his unit to report. At the same time, he asked his regimental commander for leave so he could go back and see Song Qinghe.
While signing the papers, Zheng Deshan couldn't resist teasing the man: "Oh, so now you finally know you should take a vacation. Before, even if I held a knife to your throat, you wouldn't take a vacation. Instead, you cried and begged to go on missions. What's gotten into you now?"
"It all comes down to getting a wife. Once you have a wife, you'll know how to enjoy life!"
"Commander—" Lu Zhaolin was about to explode with anger. Zheng Deshan had been making fun of him a lot lately. Was he getting old and just wanted to talk to someone because no one was teasing him anymore?
That should be true!
Otherwise, why would they keep staring at me?
Zheng Deshan glanced at him, then threw the sick leave slip at him with a look of disgust: "You're ashamed after I said a few words to you? What were you doing before?"
"Lu Zhaolin, you've finally met your match! But seriously, if you really can't bear to part with your wife, you should hurry back and try to persuade her to come and join you in the army."
"It's better for a couple to live together."
“She doesn’t want to come, and I don’t want to force her. She has her own career to pursue and is very busy!”
Lu Zhaolin replied without hesitation that Song Qinghe had only married him, not been sold to him. How could he ask her to do those unnecessary things?
That's really inappropriate.
After saying that, he lifted his leg and walked outside.
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