Chapter 300: What to say in front of the child!

Transfer away from Xuan Feixing?

Is that proper?

Can this be proper?

Even before having a child, Chinu was jealous; now that the baby is in the belly, Chinu is still this jealous?

Xuan Feixing is an honest farming youth; how did he provoke Chinu?

Du Shanü let out a soft sigh, patted the back of her obedient slave's hand, and said earnestly:

"Your Wife Master really isn't as popular as you think."

"We took a liking to each other purely by chance, like a turtle seeing a mung bean and finding it pleasing......"

Du Shanü has weathered clouds and rain in her lifetime, but when it comes to the clouds and rain of Mount Wu......

That hasn't yet reached the point of wanting to sleep with anyone you see.

She doesn't like them, so naturally she wouldn't think that just seeing them once would make them like her more.

Different flowers suit different eyes; everyone has their own preferences.

She isn't even that narcissistic about herself, so why does Chinu think everyone in the world would love her appearance?

Xuan Feixing never even glanced at her the whole time; as for Liu Ji......

That's even more ridiculous!

She hasn't even seen Liu Ji yet, so how can Chinu be jealous!?

Du Shanü changed from patting to rubbing, feeling the thin calluses on her obedient slave's hand:

"They haven't provoked or offended you, and besides we still need to use them...... how could we justify transferring them away?"

"You tell me, with our manpower so scarce, where would you transfer them to for it to be good?"

Chinu remained silent this time, huffing and puffing for a while before finally uttering:

"But I just find him displeasing......"

This displeasure is purely an intuition.

He had also considered that, if one day he grew old and lost his charm, in order to keep the Wife Master, he could grit his teeth and get another male attendant for her......

However, that would also have to pass his scrutiny!

That Xuan Feixing just gives off a gloomy vibe—I find him displeasing, what can you do!

A humming warm breeze blew past Du Shanü's ear, tugging a few strands of hair and moving her earlobe.

Du Shanü couldn't say her ears were soft; for a moment even her heart went soft:

"Oh dear......"

"From now on, from now on, from now on, definitely! When the time comes, if we find a suitable person, everything will be as you say."

Actually, this isn't just to coax Chinu.

How should I put it?

If I had to say, meeting Xuan Feixing today gave her the feeling that they were not mutually attracted?

When they met, there was none of the 'ripple' she felt when she first saw Chinu, or when she saw Chen Weifang, or even when she saw Fuzouzi.

The other party made an obvious gesture of rejecting high office and generous salaries, which also made Du Shanü feel somewhat cold-hearted.

Since they lack ambition, if she doesn't keep them, wouldn't that be forcing the unwilling?

Everyone says a forcibly twisted melon isn't sweet; if they truly lack ambition, waiting until later to find a suitable replacement and letting them live out their days somewhere is actually not bad.

Even her obedient slave would be happy......

Wouldn't that be perfect!

After Chinu got the promise, the restless commotion gradually subsided.

He still had his hair tied on one side, tall and slender; although taller than Du Shanü, he still couldn't help wanting to be a head shorter than his Wife Master, half-kneeling beneath her.

Being extremely close, Du Shanü could clearly see the rare glimmer in the other's eyes, and a gentle smile playing on their lips.

Those words of living for her, dying for her, willingly giving everything for her, Du Shanü had heard countless times already.

But when he bent down, placing his ear near her not-yet-visible pregnant belly, trying to sense the still-young child while murmuring, asking if the child was still safe......

Du Shanü still heard the heartbeat in her own chest.

That was an extremely hard-to-endure heartbeat.

Not merely the throbbing of breathing, nor the agitation of being in the throes of passion.

Just a slow transmission in the chest cavity, or rather, an unrest in the soul that cannot be calmed.

That is Chinu.

That is indeed Chinu.

That is......

Resentful, bewitchingly beautiful, and steadfastly infatuated—Chinu.

And now beside Chinu's ear is her and his child.

No need for words, no need for the child to necessarily resemble them; just thinking of this child's blood carrying their lineage......

This is enough for her to love this child a lifetime.

No need for them to be exceptionally wise, no need for them to bear some heavenly responsibility; just knowing this child can grow up under the sun, imagining one day they'll play and return home, reaching out a hand to her, asking to be held......

This is enough for her to still show a smile even at the point of death and soul extinction.

Du Shanü previously didn't understand how Yu Baobao's parents and the Grand Ancestor could raise Yu Baobao to be so carefree.

If they had taught Yu Baobao more about human treachery back then, perhaps they wouldn't have raised Yu Baobao to be such a 'sweet naïve' personality.

However, however.

As parents, where would there be so many 'ifs'?

The child is not clever, not quick-witted; could it possibly not be my own child?

No, it isn't.

Clearly, it isn't.

Even Chinu, hating and resenting back and forth......

He had repeated a thousand, ten thousand times the words about being troubled by his origins, and also begged Du Shanü to return and register the child under Yu Baobao's name, and also felt inferior for not being able to give the child a good background......

Now he, after all, only says:

"The world's most obedient, precious little darling, how is today's cow's milk?"

"If you want to drink, just tell Father; Father specially asked, and drinking more cow's milk makes you grow strong—you must grow up safe and sound......"

Chinu wanted so much—he wanted her exclusive favor, wanted her to treat him specially, and grudged that he wanted to make every man around her jealous......

In the end, Chinu only said, "You must grow up safe and sound."

To grow up safe and sound, to grow up without worry or care—that is the simplest and most sincere wish a pair of parents can have for their child.

The so-called exhausting of schemes and constant plotting—ultimately what they sought was nothing more than fearing the child would have a bad life.

If he lives well, then even in the nine springs below, they could close their eyes in peace.

Du Shanü's fingertip twitched slightly as she placed her hand on her obedient slave's black hair, stroking it intermittently.

Chinu narrowed his eyes comfortably, yet still did not give up seeking to chat with his own dear child.

He said, he said:

"Don't worry; even if you are foolish in the future, Father still loves you."

"Even if you become so foolish that Mother one day abandons us, Father will not forsake you; Father will take you to Jinling to seek our roots, and afterward work as a bookkeeper to support us both—Father has inquired, and a good bookkeeper nowadays can earn one tael of silver per month......"

What nonsense, what nonsense!

How could it be "one day they will despise them"!

Could they be discarded? If she truly let them go, wouldn't she become a lonely widow!

Du Shanü, angry, pulled a few strands of her naughty slave's hair and shoved Chinu away from her belly, which was not yet showing pregnancy:

"What are you saying to the child! Fortunately the child is still small and doesn't understand your words, otherwise I might think I, as the birth mother, am some especially heartless and unrighteous person!"

"Nonsense!"

Chinu interrupted, speaking with conviction.

Du Shanü thought he was about to retract his words, but the next instant what she heard was:

"What if he can understand even now!"

Could this be what she cares about!

Du Shanü, furious, was about to rise instantly, but Chinu suddenly laughed and embraced her, and Du Shanü countered by pressing down on his left hand......

The two scuffled fiercely; as a result, when Chen Weifang pushed the door open and looked in, the first thing she saw was the two of them entwined like twisted dough on the chair.

Chen Weifang had long anticipated their affection, but upon seeing it again, she still found it somewhat hard to watch:

"Oh dear, tidy up, someone's coming!"

"I saw in the corridor a guard delivering a little something to the study, and I brought it along by the way...... What is it called, a fu fu zi?"