Chapter 125: Could You Be Pregnant?

"Si Rong, what's wrong?"

Fang Ting subconsciously wanted to follow her to see, but the thing she was wearing today, this so-called wedding dress, was simply too much of a hindrance.

"It's nothing, don't get the wedding dress dirty, I'll go take a look," Mother Fang was an experienced woman; Si Rong's reaction just now looked very much like morning sickness.

But, who in Huaiyang didn't know that the Si Family's youngest daughter, who had been raised with thousands of indulgences, was infertile?

Mother Fang walked all the way to the door of the restroom and knocked, "Mrs. Jiang, are you feeling better?"

Si Rong leaned against the wall; she had just dry-heaved twice, and there was nothing else.

"Aunt Fang, I'm fine."

It was probably just indigestion from something she ate yesterday.

"That's good, I'll go pour you some warm water, you sit there and rest for a while."

"Okay, Aunt Fang, go ahead and get back to your work."

Si Rong returned to the room, and Fang Ting immediately lifted the wide hem of her wedding dress and strode up to meet her.

"Are you okay? You scared me."

"Maybe I ate too many walnuts last night."

Si Rong just felt she couldn't stand the smell of mutton; perhaps her stomach was feeling greasy.

"If anything happens to you, Jiang Cheng won't let us off!"

Fang Ting stared at her for another long moment, "Could it be that you're pregnant?"

She realized she had said the wrong thing, pursed her lips in regret, and at the same time felt a bit worried that Si Rong would be angry.

"I don't think so."

Si Rong sipped the warm plain water, the smile at the corners of her lips carrying a hint of bitterness.

If only she could really get pregnant.

Unfortunately, there were no "ifs."

"Sit a bit closer, I'll help you touch up your lipstick," Si Rong took out an orange lipstick, "This color suits you very well, it's a gift for you, happy wedding!"

Fang Ting liked orange too.

However, she rarely wore such things on a daily basis.

Si Rong gave her a gift, and she wondered in her heart if she should give something in return.

"How about I teach you how to box later?"

That was the only thing she was relatively good at.

Si Rong didn't actually like boxing, because there was already someone at home who liked it.

Every morning, Jiang Cheng would get up without fail to practice Military Boxing.

But she could feel Fang Ting's enthusiasm, so she agreed first, "Alright, when I have time later, I'll learn boxing from you."

"Then it's a deal."

Mentioning boxing made Fang Ting's eyes brighten, and she even started to get eager to try it while wearing her wedding dress.

Si Rong wanted to give her a perfect lip makeup look, so she had to hold her still.

At this moment, two female voices suddenly drifted in from outside the window.

"To make such a big deal out of an old maid getting married, as if she's afraid people won't know!"

"Who's to say otherwise? Who doesn't know she's shameless? She liked Jiang Cheng, he didn't want her, so she just settled for second best and married someone called Jiang Dacheng. I wonder if they'll call out the wrong name when they're in bed at night?"

"Pfft~" The woman's voice outside the window was somewhat familiar, "I think she's dying for it!"

Fang Ting threw open the second-floor window with a crash.

In the courtyard, Shen Qingyu and another woman were startled.

Embarrassment appeared on their faces at being caught bad-mouthing someone.

"Shen Qingyu! How about I invite you into the bridal chamber tonight, so you can hear for yourself whether I'll call out the wrong name."

The people in the courtyard who had come to help pricked up their ears, all of them wishing for this wedding to be even more exciting.

Shen Qingyu was speechless.

Political Commissar Tao scolded her with dissatisfaction, and Shen Qingyu pulled the child away in a huff.

What had she said?

Was she wrong?

People really couldn't be compared; whether it was a second marriage or an old maid, the men they married knew how to cherish their wives, but her own husband was made of wood!

Wasn't her intolerance for these two women all for the sake of Tao Jun?

For the sake of his promotion?

Truly ungrateful!

"Company Commander Fang, this muddled woman just has a long tongue and is annoying; please don't be angry, I'll punish myself with three cups later!"

Political Commissar Tao bowed toward Fang Ting.

Fang Ting did not look at him, her gaze falling on Jiang Dacheng, who was wearing a suit in the crowd downstairs.

In all fairness, the man in the white suit was handsome and refined.

There wasn't a single thing wrong with him.

Today was their big day; she wondered if Jiang Dacheng had heard the words of that gossiping woman just now.

In any case, Fang Ting had never once thought of Jiang Dacheng as Jiang Cheng.

Even before those two gossips said it, she hadn't even thought in that direction.

Looking at Jiang Dacheng's somewhat lonely back, she didn't know why she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

The wedding went very smoothly, and it was only after entering the bridal chamber that Fang Ting felt a sense of finality.

From now on, she would be living her life with Jiang Dacheng.

It was quite good.

She wanted to marry Jiang Dacheng not for any other reason, but simply because during that dance party, he had stepped on her foot while they were dancing.

In reality, it was nothing at all.

And she had always been strong.

Yet Jiang Dacheng insisted on bringing her meals he had cooked himself for a whole week.

Every dish was something she loved to eat.

Thus, Fang Ting thought that if she could marry a man who had her entirely in his heart and eyes, she would probably live very happily.

Thinking of Si Rong living next door, she also felt that the location of this house was truly excellent.

Originally, with her position as a Company Commander, it would have been impossible to live next to the Division Commander's house; she had gone to great lengths to exchange for it at the time.

She hadn't expected Jiang Cheng to be able to marry such a sweet and soft wife.

His luck was truly good.

"Come to my place whenever you're free, I'll teach you how to box!"

Before Si Rong left, she was pulled aside by Fang Ting, who urged her with this sentence.

"Alright."

Si Rong thought that boxing should be about the same as dancing; perhaps she had some talent for it.

Summer arrived, and the cicadas chirped incessantly.

Si Rong felt she had become lazy; in the past, she would generally get up by eight or nine in the morning, but recently that time had extended to ten o'clock.

After getting up, washing, and eating lunch, she would soon want to take a nap again.

Could this be a sign of getting old?

Yet she saw that her parents slept very little as they aged, and she had never seen anyone as sleepy all day long as she was.

But being able to eat and sleep well was also a blessing.

And on a familiar evening, Si Rong finally received a call from the future again.

"Hello, are you back from your trip?"

Si Rong was a burst of excitement, "Yes, the person who answered the phone a while ago was my niece, who is also my current husband's niece, Jiang Zhi."

She remembered something else, "By the way, I married Jiang Cheng."

There was silence on the other end first, "So fast?"

"The last time I was hospitalized, it was because my eldest brother's company was driven to bankruptcy by Shen Chi, and we had a dispute."

"He really is an ungrateful wretch!"

Si Rong thought, fortunately, she hadn't softened her heart because of his flowery words, and even less had she agreed to let Shen Chi follow her eldest brother.

"Then is your health better now?"

"It's better; the progression of time on our two sides seems to be different,"

The voice on the phone said, "Since we last spoke on the phone, five days have passed on my end; what about yours?"