Chapter 291: 291 Just Make Her Comfortable

Zhu Qiuqin looked toward Shao Dajun.

Shao Dajun said, "I understand, thank you for your hard work, I'm coming over now," and then hung up the phone.

He raised his head and made eye contact with Zhu Qiuqin, then forced a small smile and said:

"Wife, don't be scared, you were just dreaming, it's time to go back."

After Shao Dajun finished saying that, Zhu Qiuqin's consciousness fell into darkness.

Shao Dajun, meanwhile, got up and went to the master bedroom.

Zhu Qiuqin's phone on the windowsill was still intact there.

Although the fire was large, the firefighters arrived in time; only a small part of the master bedroom was burned, and many things were not destroyed.

Shao Dajun picked up the phone, glanced at it, and saw that there was a previously dialed emergency call, and the browsing history also contained searches about rituals for raising little ghosts.

He was quite opposed to the occult, so he didn't inherit those family skills and instead became an ordinary person.

But he had seen those things since childhood, so he naturally knew about them.

His wife must have seen her mother performing rituals, so she thought she was raising ghosts, leading to a misunderstanding.

Furthermore, when his mother performed rituals, it could affect his wife to some extent, because she needed to summon her soul, so momentary electromagnetic interference could become substantive.

Once substantiated, she could naturally touch the phone and even spoke with the police.

Also, just now his mother had instructed him to send banners to those people, and he then remembered that the Nan Cheng Office was the agency he had heard of since childhood, which specifically manages mystics, ghosts, and liaises with the Underworld.

Indeed, if they intervened, all his mother's efforts would come to nothing.

Shao Dajun, his eyes once again filled with tears.

But this time he wiped them dry, refusing to let them fall.

His mother was right; he is the pillar of this family, and crying like that would look pathetic.

He put the phone in his pocket, turned, and left for the hospital.

There are still many things for him to attend to; he has no time to sink into despair.

Early in the morning, after leaving the Shao residence, Tushan Jiu returned to Shengshi Haoting.

She hadn't intended to come back, but they forcibly sent her back.

If Tushan Jiu were present, they might have deducted another point, because they made her, who was still suspended, follow them to the scene.

However, the main reason is that if she were there, the scolding would go on indefinitely, and they still wanted to wait until the scolding ended before going home to sleep.

After getting up so early, all they got was this case.

No need to think; in this case, they ignored the mystics' violation of heavenly dao rules, did not stop them, and just did nothing—each person gets one point, unavoidable.

But what business is it of theirs? That's someone else's family matter, and the parties involved had already prepared to accept punishment; they're just meddling.

Furthermore, they used their own lifespan, fortune, and yin virtue to extend their daughter-in-law's life, and did not employ evil arts to take from others.

If it were them, they'd surely go ask the Underworld, "Did you eat my family's rice?" and meddle so broadly?

Not being part of the same group, not entering the same gate, Tushan Jiu also thinks this way.

She calculated the time; the Black and White Impermanence were about done scolding, so she hurriedly asked them what was happening and whether there were any penalties.

Wang Dongqing: "Ah, my penalty is to hook souls for a month; they gave me the list, and missing one means losing all performance points."

Maomao: "I must, within one month, find all the ghosts on the Underworld list that don't match, and also make detailed notes."

Xiang Yichu: "I will go as a volunteer to liberate wandering souls and open the ghost gate to guide them; if I don't reach a hundred in a month, my score resets to zero."

Mumu wailed in the group: "Ah! Why, just because I'm a spirit monster, are you letting me go clean the Underworld's Yellow Spring Road and pick trash in the River of Forgetfulness? I'm going to protest!"

Tushan Jiu listened to all the voice messages and felt they were each more miserable than the last.

It's probably because points have been deducted too frequently lately, catching the attention of the lower-level leaders.

After comforting them with a few words, Tushan Jiu went to take a bath and then suckle the babies.

After the two little ones reached full month, they became even cuter, and Tushan Jiu also felt the mother's longing when away for a while; unconsciously, she now had a concern.

Xie Shiyu also gradually returned to work at the company during this period.

But each day he would finish work as soon as possible and go home to accompany Tushan Jiu and the two children.

Today he came home early; after washing up and changing clothes, he pulled Tushan Jiu, who was holding the child, away to have her to himself for a good while.

After some kissing and hugging, Xie Shiyu then remembered that Old Master Xie had asked him today when they would hold the baby's full-month celebration.

Tushan Jiu thought and said, "Let's not hold the full-month feast; we'll just do the hundred-day banquet when the time comes."

Xie Shiyu thought the same, so he told the old household that they would directly hold the hundred-day banquet, and with less than two months left, they could start preparing invitations and such.

Tushan Jiu listened to him on the phone, her fingers mischievously tapping his Adam's apple.

Boldly and openly, she was not being proper.

Xie Shiyu's Adam's apple bobbed noticeably, his reaction strong—after all, aside from a few times during mid-pregnancy, they hadn't been intimate in a long while.

During those few mid-pregnancy occasions, he didn't dare make big moves, fearing to hurt her; they were just light touches, ending once she felt comfortable.

He reached out to grasp Tushan Jiu's fidgeting hand, lowered his head to lightly kiss her lips, then quickly ended the call.

After hanging up, Xie Shiyu picked up Tushan Jiu in a vertical hold and walked silently toward the big bed.

Tushan Jiu's body is healthy; the Qi within her, after a month, has mostly made up the deficit, and the postpartum lochia and such have all been completely expelled.

A couple of days after her postpartum checkup, she straightforwardly asked the doctor roughly when she could 'do it'.

At that moment, when she asked that question, Xie Shiyu was taken aback.

After several examinations, the doctor reviewed the data and told her she could gradually resume sexual activity, but avoid excessive intensity; if anything feels uncomfortable during the process, she should seek medical attention promptly.

Tushan Jiu remembered that.

That night, upon returning, she intended to try with Xie Shiyu.

But Xie Shiyu refused her.

He said to wait a bit longer.

Although he refused, he made her comfortable in another way.

He himself went to take a cold shower.

Tonight is the same—just attend to her comfort, since he would never make fun of her body.