Chapter 157: Jiang Cheng, I might be going into labor

It seems the two of them not only argued but also came to blows just now.

However, Si Rong did not quite understand the purpose of her coming to her home.

"I've let you see a joke," Shen Qingyu said, covering her slightly red and swollen cheek, choking back sobs. "That beast, Old Tao, he hits women! I want to divorce him!"

Si Rong:...

Uh, she didn't have a deep friendship with Shen Qingyu to begin with. If she wanted to divorce Old Tao, she should go find Old Tao; coming to find her...

"Stop crying for a moment..." Si Rong stood up and handed her a pack of tissues.

After taking them, Shen Qingyu took the opportunity to sit down opposite them and began to complain about Political Commissar Tao, snot and tears streaming down her face.

"That man really has no ambition at all. He can't compare to your Deputy Army Commander Jiang. Every day he only knows how to be fierce to me at home, but when he goes out, he's like a turtle hiding its head..."

While crying, she didn't forget to look around Si Rong's neat little courtyard. "Look at how well Deputy Army Commander Jiang has maintained your little courtyard. The green onions are so tender, and the Xiao Hua are so pink and delicate..."

Si Rong:...

Wang Ma, who was to the side:...

Uh, may I ask? What do these flowers and plants have to do with Deputy Army Commander Jiang just because she planted them?

But Shen Qingyu was still rambling on with parallel sentences; in short, she praised Jiang Cheng like a flower and belittled Political Commissar Tao like a pile of dung.

Most importantly, Political Commissar Tao had also followed her and was standing at the courtyard gate listening.

Si Rong & Fang Ting:...

What an annoying couple; when exactly are they leaving?

Clearly, Shen Qingyu did not intend to leave. After seeing that Political Commissar Tao had followed her, she glared at him fiercely and praised Jiang Cheng and Jiang Dacheng all over again.

Finally, she asked Si Rong loudly, "Do you have paper and a pen at home? I want to write a divorce agreement!"

Si Rong:...

She could clearly see that Shen Qingyu's act today was not about wanting a divorce at all.

Actually, she really wanted to have Wang Ma bring the paper and pen immediately to see how Shen Qingyu would back down.

But her heart was kind, and adhering to the principle of "it is better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage," she said, "What a coincidence, we've run out of paper at home."

"Um, who handwrites a divorce agreement these days?" Fang Ting was clearly already losing patience. "You two should just go to a printing shop outside and print one!"

Hurry up and get divorced, so they don't have to have their ears bothered in this Family Quarters all day long.

Shen Qingyu:...

With Fang Ting saying that, she didn't respond. Not long after, her son came to find her, and seeing a way out, she took it.

"I think Political Commissar Tao is quite pitiful," Fang Ting said after the door closed. "He endured until now before hitting her; if it were me, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold back long ago."

Si Rong pursed her lips and smiled.

"By the way, are you going to the hospital for a prenatal checkup tomorrow?" Fang Ting asked. "The doctor told me to go again this month."

Si Rong thought for a moment; it had indeed been two months since she last went, so she said, "Then let's go together tomorrow!"

It was still Wang Ma who followed the whole way, and Si Rong and Fang Ting had their checkups one after the other.

The two babies in her womb were both very healthy, but the doctor reminded her that in the late stages of a twin pregnancy, she should try to eat less and move more, and also, she could not have intercourse, otherwise, it was feared it would be bad for the children.

To make her understand the severity, the doctor even gave an example, saying there was a couple who had intercourse before giving birth, and the child was born with a scar on its head.

Si Rong:... She nodded and agreed to everything one by one.

The two of them left the obstetrics and gynecology department and were just discussing going to the street to eat a bowl of Thousand-Mile Fragrant wontons when they ran into Shen Lan.

He was alone, holding a stack of checkup reports, his expression ashen.

Si Rong didn't quite dare to recognize him, but at the same time, there was a sense of exhilaration in her heart.

Their lives now formed a sharp contrast.

She was walking on a broad, sunny road, while he was walking on a single-plank bridge in the drizzling rain.

Heaven truly has eyes.

"Si Rong!" After thinking for a moment, Shen Lan still thickened his skin and called out to her. "Can you listen to me say two more things? I have cancer."

Si Rong was slightly stunned, then quickly smiled. "Really? That's wonderful."

It meant her curse had come true.

Such scum is just a waste of resources if they live too long; Heaven should take them back quickly.

It was just a pity; although she hoped Shen Lan would die, she hoped even more that he would die only after experiencing all kinds of suffering in the human world.

Zhu Yun's scare tactics seemed to have been quite useful.

Psychological fear really can scare a person into having problems.

She knew better than anyone how terrifying a doctor's hesitation to speak could be.

The sword thrust by Shen Lan many years ago had finally returned to him after all these years.

It could be considered karmic retribution.

Shen Lan gave a bitter smile. "I probably don't have much time left. Before that, I want to sincerely apologize to you. I'm sorry."

Those years, I lied to you, I hurt you.

"When a person is about to die, their words are good"—Si Rong did not think so.

She slowly shook her head. "Not every 'I'm sorry' can be exchanged for 'it's okay'."

Even if Shen Lan were to die tomorrow, he shouldn't think about getting her forgiveness.

People must always pay for the mistakes they have made; how can they hope that the people they have offended will all kindly forgive them?

So, Shen Lan, just go die with your guilt.

The tail end of summer passed by quickly, and the chill of autumn soon arrived.

Jiang Zhi was going to university. Besides helping her pack her luggage, Si Rong and Jiang Cheng bought her a new silk quilt, clothes, and the like.

Jiang Zhi hugged her again and again, unable to bear the parting, "Auntie, when I come back next time, I'll be able to see the little brother or little sister."

"Mm, you definitely will."

Si Rong also choked up; after all, this was a young girl she saw every single day, and such a sudden separation was hard to accept psychologically for a moment.

For several days in a row, Si Rong's spirits were not very high.

Jiang Cheng therefore took some time off to take her back to the Jiang Family to play mahjong.

At the mahjong table, Si Rong finally picked up some interest, and Jiang Cheng's cold, sharp brows finally relaxed.

He took the opportunity to instruct the family, "From now on, you must set aside one day every week to come to my house and play mahjong with my wife."

Mother Jiang thought for a moment, "Since your Nainai isn't here right now anyway, why don't you two move back in?"

This was indeed a good idea, and Si Rong nodded immediately.

"Right, what about the names you were asked to pick for the child?"

Jiang Cheng remembered this matter again.

Jiang Yu immediately stood up and went to the study, bringing out a notebook with a serious air.

"I've picked three names for a boy and three for a girl."

Jiang Cheng took it and, without looking, handed it to his wife to see.

In their family, he made the decisions on big matters, such as the national situation, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, or tsunamis somewhere on Earth, while small matters like picking names, savings, or buying houses and land were all decided by his wife.

"Big man, little woman" was the way to describe the couple's dynamic in their home.

Si Rong looked at the six beautiful names in the notebook.

Jiang Jinxing

Jiang Huaijin

Jiang Ziqi

Jiang Jiaojiao

Jiang Yaoguang

Jiang Huaiyue

Each name was followed by the allusion and explanation, showing the care taken by County Magistrate Jiang.

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang had also picked names.

The style was quite different from the child's uncle.

Jiang Kuo

Jiang Sheng

Jiang Huahao

Jiang Yueyuan

In short, Si Rong could see their love for the child in every single name.

"Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you, Uncle, we will go back and choose carefully."

Si Rong thanked them sincerely; loving her child was the same as being good to her.

Life became much happier after moving back to the Jiang Family; listening to the bickering between the Jiang Cheng brothers and the squabbling between Father Jiang and Mother Jiang every day, time seemed to have grown legs, and soon it was the eve of Si Rong's delivery.

That day, Jiang Cheng had been working overtime at the military unit for several days in a row, and he had taken leave, planning to take her to the hospital to wait for labor the next morning.

However, in the middle of the night, Si Rong felt that something was wrong.

She first felt a wave of abdominal pain, and as she propped herself up on her arms to call Jiang Cheng, a warm flow surged beneath her.

"Jiang Cheng, I think I'm going into labor."