Chapter 182: All the way, Jiang Ye

After the wind and rain passed, the sky was clear for ten thousand li.

A gorgeous rainbow hung high, making anyone who saw it feel good.

Shen Man was carrying twins; by the end of the month, the fetal age was almost three months, and she was already showing.

Jiang Ye specifically asked for Friday afternoon off to bring his wife to the Military Region Hospital for a follow‑up examination.

The medical staff remembered them well, recognizing them as Doctor Pei's family, and became even more careful in their examination.

"All fetal indicators are healthy, but the pregnant woman still needs to supplement her nutrition regularly, absolutely avoid forbidden foods, and it's best not to have sex recently...."

"Okay, I'll remember."

The man's face tightened slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

He had already been restrained; he had only recently, by timing it, started eating meat again.

Shen Man lowered her gaze to her toes, embarrassedly picking at the ground.

Could you tell that too?

Guilty as she was, she didn't even lift her head when leaving the examination room.

She hunched her head like a quail.

Jiang Ye protected his wife as they went down the stairs, walked to where the bicycles were parked, unlocked one while shifting the topic, and asked:

"Tomorrow Zhou Ge is hosting a wedding feast; please come to his house for a meal—do you want to go?"

"Go!"

Shen Man heard that and quickly nodded in agreement.

Every day she stayed in the Jiashuyuan compound; lately it's been overcast and rainy, and aside from studying medical texts and doing some exercise, she hardly went out at all.

Go look for Qinghong Jie and the others—they're busy sewing shoe soles and making children's dudous, and anyway they're swamped; she can't keep bothering them.

Going out to gather seafood alone?

This person here is the first to object.

Recently, the grandparents haven't been coming over much because the durian smell at home is too strong.

Tangyuan had gone off treasure‑hunting and wasn't nearby.

Her husband had official duties; besides work, he prepared her three meals a day, so she should be content and not demand too much companionship.

"Okay, then Mrs. Jiang, hurry up and think about what gift we should bring tomorrow."

Jiang Ye pushed out his bicycle, swung his long leg over the crossbar, gestured for his wife to climb on, held her tight, and warned her not to fall.

"This, Zhou Da Ge—we're close, so we can't give something too modest......"

Shen Man was led by the nose by the man, quickly shook off her gloom, and began discussing with him what gift would be appropriate.

All the way, Jiang Ye's cycling speed was about the same as a tortoise's race.

Shen Man was still thinking about what gift to give, excited.

Would a sponge cake work?

Should we buy another two catties of brown sugar?

Eggs are also a good gift option.

Jiang Ye had no objections; anything was fine.

Giving something the family can actually use later is better than giving empty, showy presents.

Shen Man thought the same; if it weren't that they're a married couple sharing the same ideas...

After returning home, Shen Man began busily making sponge cake.

One reason is that supplies are low; Tangyuan loves this snack, so it needs to be stocked.

On the other hand, homemade sponge cake has ample ingredients and is full of heartfelt intention.

Brown sugar is a common consumable; the household stock is low, so we'll buy it tomorrow at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

As for the eggs, tomorrow we'll go to the lane and exchange with the grandfather‑grandson household that the sister‑in‑law introduced her to.

Besides Shen Man and her husband busily preparing gifts for tomorrow's wedding feast, Section Commander Duan was also rummaging through boxes, wondering what to give.

That Zhou Yan fellow finally got a wife, but his circumstances aren't great; if we gave him cash directly, he'd surely refuse it.

After thinking it over, we put the specially supplied cigarettes, plus the liquor and meat coupons from the last two months, into an envelope.

That'll do—he likes smoking and drinking, meat coupons are hard to get, but he has them, so we'll give them all to him.

That guy—we can't let his wife suffer alongside him.

Figuring it out, Zhou Yan and Moli have been out of the unit for five or six years already.

Time really flies.

Even with Zhou Yan's temperament he managed to marry—so why isn't Moli hurrying up?

In his whole life, he's only had three moments of kindness, personally raising three little rascals.

Each of them turned out to be a fine young man, never bringing him shame!

Two have already settled down; when he sees the third tomorrow, he'll definitely have to mention it over and over……

In a civilian house, a shirt‑less man working suddenly sneezed; the cigarette dangling from his lips fell to the ground, he hurriedly picked it up and kept smoking.

"I say, Lao Mo, are you shameless? You pick up a dropped cigarette and keep smoking it?"

Zhou Yan, likewise shirt‑less, was caught up in the elated mood that comes with happy events.

Thinking that tomorrow he could hold the banquet, confirm their relationship, register the marriage, he felt extremely excited.

Who says no one wants a man over thirty‑five?

Isn't he just the one who won a beauty's hand?

"You don't get it—I still have to save up a wife‑fund, unlike you, who emptied yours to get married; tell me, is your money enough?

If not, buddies will lend you some."

Lao Mo had a worry flicker in his eyes; frankly, he didn't think highly of Zhou Yan's marriage prospect.

A female Educated Youth several years younger than him, young and beautiful and cultured—why would she choose Zhou Yan and marry him?

He even worried it was a honeytrap, or that the young lady was deliberately scamming him into marriage.

"Enough, enough—if it's not enough, can I still be polite with you?"

Zhou Yan showed a moved smile, but the money he had on hand went to the new bride's betrothal gift, and what remained was just enough to set up a few tables.

This was his first marriage; he married a young bride several years his junior, feeling guilty toward her, so he naturally wanted to give her a proper banquet.

He wanted to tell his close ones: he, Zhou Yan, had taken a wife!

Seeing Zhou Yan stubbornly go his own way, completely caught up in the whirlpool of love, Lao Mo shook his head and thought, "Forget it—good advice can't sway a damned ghost."

Hopefully this sister-in-law truly wants to live a good life with Zhou Yan; otherwise, he won't spare the woman who deceived his good brother's feelings.

"Bang bang bang."

The two continued to knock and hammer in the bridal chamber, reinforcing the bed legs and also the wardrobe and closet.

Originally a shabby bridal chamber, under Zhou Yan's emphasis, it was completely modeled after Shen Man's room layout.

Not necessarily brand new, but he wanted everything to be complete.

This shows how much he values his young bride.

Lao Mo sighed, always feeling that Zhou Yan had plunged right in, but this future sister-in-law is nothing like Jiang Ye's wife.

This thing called fate is hard to explain, impossible to clarify.

Looking at Jiang Ye's wife, he found her pleasing, thinking she was well matched with Jiang Ye; the aura between them gave people a comfortable feeling.

But a few days ago, when Zhou Yan brought his partner to his restaurant for a meal, at first glance he felt something was off.

Zhou Yan's partner was called Ji Xianxian, a female Educated Youth in her early twenties.

At first glance, he felt that girl's clothing and style were somewhat like Jiang Ye's wife's.

But her eyes and demeanor were completely different.

If Jiang Ye's wife is an innocent little white rabbit inexperienced in the world, then Zhou Yan's wife is like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, cold and calculating......

Hopefully, he's overthinking it.

If Zhou Yan truly likes her, as a brother he can't just break them up......