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The next day
Zhang Shanni woke up naturally, and as she opened her eyes, she found herself wrapped in a man’s embrace. Her sleepy eyes, still fuzzy from just waking up, locked directly onto Xie Jingchen’s eyes, who had noticed her stirring awake.
"Wife, are you awake? Happy New Year~~ You’ve turned another year older," Xie Jingchen said as he pressed a light kiss on the sleepy space between her brows, sweeping away the worry that had accumulated from the night before at the sight of her adorably slow and dazed expression from being pregnant.
"Morning~ Happy New Year."
Zhang Shanni was helped out of bed by the man, who thoughtfully helped her get dressed and supported her as she went to the bathroom to freshen up—
She felt a little embarrassed... Was she disabled now?
But seeing the man’s tension as if he were making amends, she really didn’t have the heart to refuse... It was all her own doing.
"Wife, let’s eat breakfast and then go for a prenatal check-up, okay?"
As his petite wife was taking her time in the bathroom, Xie Jingchen had already quickly gone to the kitchen to warm up the nutritious bone broth he had simmered for her. Glancing out the kitchen window at the homemade little fridge, his eyes narrowed in resignation before he finally decided to take out the dumplings.
In this small fridge, besides dumplings and rice balls, the rest were various meats.
Early in the morning, a pregnant woman probably wouldn’t want to eat anything too greasy, right?
"Today is the first day of the new year... Is that okay?" Zhang Shanni didn’t really mind, as she hadn’t celebrated the festival in a long time.
"The Rong Medical Department operates all year round, and there’s no reason to close during the Spring Festival." Most importantly, he couldn’t say for sure how many days he might have off during this period.
Thinking of his wife always waiting for him to come home, wanting to go with him for the baby’s check-up, his heart ached, and his voice softened. He just hoped that during the days he was present, he could bring peace of mind and dispel her worries.
Zhang Shanni paused mid-motion, as if realizing something, and looked up at the tough guy who was so concerned about her. She could see remorse hidden in his eyes... "Okay, I’ll listen to you."
Zhang Shanni’s eyes half-closed, and she felt a bitterness in her mouth, realizing that he might not be able to stay at home much, and even worse, he might be called away at any moment—was he trying to prevent himself from being unable to even accompany her to the simplest prenatal check-up?
She couldn’t say her heart wasn’t bitter, but she knew all about his profession before they got married. She just hadn’t expected to fall for this strong man so easily.
Perhaps, it was Xie Jingchen’s innate charm that naturally attracted her.
"You go brush your teeth first, I’ll heat up some wontons since I don’t feel like having dumplings this morning..." Zhang Shanni thought it over and sent him off to wash his face, waving him off to tidy himself up while she herself headed to the kitchen.
Wontons? Xie Jingchen wondered if he had seen such a thing in the fridge earlier.
Watching his petite wife’s lonely figure, the slight doubt that had just surfaced in his mind was cast away into the desert, his only focus was on comforting his wife, who had been carrying their child alone while he was out on missions, unable to take care of her, leaving her to worry and be frightened for him...
After understanding his concerns, Zhang Shanni felt really unhappy.
For the first time, doubt crept into her heart: what was the good of being in the military?
Unable to look after parents, wife, or even his future children...
Zhang Shanni suddenly knocked on her head to dispel the negativity, shaking off the bad feelings. She couldn’t afford to have such thoughts... If every military spouse felt this way, would the military still function?
Before they were married, the man had clearly told her he was Rong Wei.
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