Chapter 61: Qin Pandi is Pregnant

"It really is, who could be so malicious?"

Zhang Ping'an felt it must have been Yi Zhonghai's doing, but the idea might not have been his own; it was likely the Deaf Old Lady's scheme.

"San Jie Fu, what is the background of that Deaf Old Lady in the Back Courtyard?"

"I don't know. Ping'an, don't look at me as if I've lived here for a long time; I rarely have contact with the old lady. Anyway, she gives me the feeling of a high-ranking official's wife from the Republican era. Why do you suddenly ask this? Could it be that this matter is related to the old lady?"

"No, I was just asking."

Then everything makes sense. How could ordinary people own such a large Sijinyuan? It's likely at the level of a Beile from the previous dynasty, and to be able to have independent title deeds for every room—the influence behind her cannot be underestimated.

It is also likely that only she could have figured out the details of Qin Pandi in just a few days.

The more Zhang Ping'an thought about it, the more his scalp tingled. This is not a TV show now, but living, breathing people in front of him. Even if he has foresight, they still have ways to respond.

"What's wrong, Ping'an?" Zhang Xiaohua asked when she saw Zhang Ping'an's expression change.

"It's nothing, San Jie, I just zoned out for a moment."

Time flew by, two months passed, and the weather turned warm. Zhang Ping'an took off his thick cotton-padded jacket, and He Daqing's house began renovations.

The three main rooms of He Daqing's house were seven or eight meters deep, enough to be partitioned into two sets of front and back rooms, though of course, He Daqing wouldn't do that.

Instead, they were partitioned into four bedrooms—two large and two small—a kitchen, a dining room, and a living room. It was just right, and of course, it was a job taken by the Style Lei.

The family of three was currently staying in the side wing. Zhuzi basically had no holidays, and now with the renovations, he wouldn't be coming back.

Over the two months, the rumors gradually disappeared, and everyone returned to normal, as if the previous rumors had never existed.

After two months of learning, Qin Huairu was finally able to use the Sewing Machine to make clothes perfectly. Qin Pandi took on quite a few small jobs; people provided the fabric, and she made them into finished garments for a small processing fee.

This was much cheaper than a clothing store. Because of her good skills, Qin Pandi made a name for herself in the area. She received more and more work and couldn't keep up, so Qin Huairu joined in, which also gave her a chance to practice.

After the last round of rumors, perhaps because they were both "fellow sufferers," Tan Cuicui actually became closer to Qin Pandi and often came over to help.

Qin Pandi wouldn't let her work for nothing; she gave all the leftover small scraps of fabric to Tan Cuicui. When the women in the Siheyuan found out, they all came to help the He and Jia families.

They got the fabric scraps, and the two Qins improved their efficiency—it was a win-win. However, because Qin Huairu was pregnant, she only worked two or three hours a day, and the rest of the time was for Zhang Xiaohua's studies.

Time arrived at June before anyone knew it. In another month and a half, Zhang Ping'an would graduate from middle school, and He Daqing moved into the renovated house.

By this time, Zhang Xiaohua was fully capable of making clothes independently, and her technique looked even more seasoned than Qin Huairu's.

As word of the two spread further and further, the workload increased. Added to the fact that Qin Pandi had been sleepy and drowsy lately, nearly pricking her hand several times, the burden fell entirely on Zhang Xiaohua.

Of course, Zhang Xiaohua lived up to expectations. Aside from nursing the baby, she was always on the Sewing Machine. At that speed, if it were any faster, the machine would start smoking.

"San Jie, do you think Sister-in-law He might be pregnant?"

Everyone was stunned at these words. Come to think of it, frequent urination, fatigue and drowsiness, and an increased appetite all fit the characteristics of a pregnant woman, but because she was thought to be unable to conceive, no one had thought of it.

"But, didn't they say she couldn't get pregnant?"

"Is it possible that it was the man's problem?"

"Huairu, did that man have children after he got married later?"

"I think so."

"Eh? Then that's strange."

Since Qin Pandi could get pregnant, it was highly likely that the man had the problem, and who knows whose child that man's child was.

"Huairu, tomorrow you have Pandi go see Divine Doctor Wang. In case she really is pregnant, don't let her have a miscarriage from overexertion."

"Alright, I'll go tell her now. Uncle, I'll still need you to take Auntie in tomorrow."

"Done, no problem."

If Qin Pandi were really pregnant, Yi Zhonghai would be in a real mess, and Tan Cuicui would likely wake up to the truth as well.

The next day at 8:30, after everyone had gone to work, Zhang Ping'an and Qin Pandi left one after the other.

"It is a pregnancy, and it's already over three months along. However, your body is a bit weak; you need to pay attention and rest more."

Qin Pandi only heard that she was pregnant; she couldn't hear anything else, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Sister-in-law, don't cry. You are pregnant now; you can't have such large emotional fluctuations."

"Sob sob sob," Qin Pandi nodded repeatedly, but her tears wouldn't stop. Who could understand the pain of a woman who couldn't be a mother? Now there was finally hope, and it proved she wasn't a hen that couldn't lay eggs.

"Ping'an, thank you. I've made a fool of myself in front of you." It took a long time for Qin Pandi to steady her emotions.

"It's fine, Sister-in-law, drink some water and calm down. Wait until you're stable before going back. I believe Brother He will be very happy when he hears this news."

Seeing her emotional state, and knowing she had been working overtime to make clothes, Zhang Ping'an knew her body must be depleted, so he gave her a cup of Space Water to nourish her.

"Mm."

Having regained her calm, Qin Pandi returned to the Siheyuan and took a rare rest. Now that she was pregnant, she couldn't work like her life depended on it anymore.

When He Daqing returned home and didn't see Qin Pandi at the Sewing Machine, he found it a bit strange. Every time he came back, he saw Qin Pandi buried in her work.

"Pandi, if you're tired, rest for a few days. We aren't short of those few tens of thousands."

"Daqing-ge, I, I'm pregnant."

"Oh, what? You, sob sob sob..."

"Mm, keep your voice down. I just went to see Divine Doctor Wang today; it's already three or four months."

"Really?"

He Daqing still couldn't believe it. When he first learned Qin Pandi couldn't conceive, he hadn't taken any precautions. Who would have thought...

Then, He Daqing was ecstatic. He was going to have a child again. As for Shazhu's feelings—who is Shazhu?

"Daqing-ge, are you not happy?" Seeing He Daqing motionless for a long time, Qin Pandi thought he didn't want this child.

"No, no, no, I'm overjoyed, how could I not be happy? I'm just too surprised."

"Pandi, it's all my fault. You've been pregnant for three or four months and I didn't even know."

"Daqing-ge, it's not your fault. I didn't even know myself, let alone you."

"Mm, this is your first child. Don't take on any more work from now on. Be obedient and get some good rest."

"Mm, okay," Qin Pandi was also very concerned; right now, nothing mattered more to her than the child in her womb.

The following days consisted of He Daqing feeding Qin Pandi in all sorts of different ways, and Qin Pandi's complexion also recovered.

Qin Pandi did not deliberately hide the pregnancy, but currently only the He and Jia families knew; no one else thought in that direction, all assuming Qin Pandi had just been exhausted from the previous period.

But Qin Pandi rested for over half a month, and everyone sensed something was wrong; after all, everyone still wanted to scrape together more fabric scraps.

"Pandi, are you not working anymore?"

"Mm, I've been too tired lately, I'm taking it slow; in the future, if I do work, it will only be an hour or so a day."

"Pandi, have you put on weight, or are you, you, pregnant?" Yang Ruihua and Yan Bugui were truly a married couple; their eyes were sharper than each other's.

As soon as Yang Ruihua finished speaking, a group of women looked in unison at Qin Pandi's belly, especially Tan Cuicui.