Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 80 - Childish Talk
80: Chapter 80 Childish Talk
80 -80 Childish Talk
“Yixiang participated as well?” Shen Yiguang frowned and took her hand, “I’m sorry Minmin, for letting you feel wronged.
I will educate them.
Can you leave this matter to me?”
Yang Peimin glanced at him, he passed, not jumping to conclusions without evidence.
“Minmin, our mother was right; you really have a way with children.
Wen Jing’s first two children were girls, and the He family’s matriarch was not very pleased.
Wen Jing is strong-willed.
On one hand, she doesn’t want her children to be subservient and feel inferior just because they’re girls, and on the other hand, she often vents her frustrations on them, making them often quite terrified and shy with strangers.
“I don’t come back often; the last time I saw Xiao Fen when she was four, she killed a chicken locked in a cage with a stone, saying she wanted to eat meat.
Wen Jing taught her to fight for what she wants, or else all the good things at home will end up in the bellies of other He family boys.
So Xiao Fen was taught rather extreme self-reliance and could be quite unreasonable.”
“Back then, I had mentioned this to Wen Jing, but she didn’t take it seriously.
Eventually, everyone sat down and talked her round.
She seemed impatient at the time but ultimately didn’t take it to heart, resulting in Xiao Fang developing a similar tendency.
You, though, have a way with them.
Even that stubborn little girl admitted she was wrong today.”
Shen Yiguang’s eyes shone, his face showing pleasant surprise, “In the future, you’ll be the one to teach our children.”
Yang Peimin had the appearance of a gentle and quiet girl.
Her face alone first won the favor of children, and when she spoke, there was a kind of gentle and refreshing quality.
He remembered that even her two little nieces loved to stick to her, which showed she was a girl with love and patience.
Remembering her tender and caring face when dealing with children, Shen Yiguang’s heart softened.
Thinking of their future children, his face showed deep emotion, then his gaze toward Yang Peimin turned passionate, his inner turmoil evident…
“Minmin…”
Yang Peimin withdrew her hand, interrupting his reverie, “I have packed your clothes for you; take them to change.” Saying this, she stuffed the clothes into his arms.
Don’t think she didn’t know what he was thinking…
Shen Yiguang stood up helplessly and just said, “After I’m finished, I’ll bring you some water.”
Yang Peimin then left the room and prepared dinner.
The dinner table was much quieter now.
Whether from guilt or having been lectured by Shen Yiguang, Shen Yidong and Shen Yixiang, apart from the usual unfriendly looks, did not say anything else.
Chen Guigui chatted merrily with Yang Erniu about Yang Peimin’s way with children, “The two little ones really adore their auntie.
Even I, as their grandmother, have to step back.”
Xiao Fen puffed out her chest, “That’s right.
Auntie adores me too.
I’m going to sleep with her at night.”
Her boastful declaration almost made Yang Peimin lose her grip on her chopsticks.
She couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at the little one, “Won’t Xiao Fen sleep with her mother and sister?
They adore you too.
If you sleep with your auntie, they will be sad.”
“Xiao Fang will also sleep with auntie.
Mom is already an adult; she can sleep by herself.”
Shen Yidong looked exasperated and scolded her, “What nonsense are you spouting?
Your auntie has to sleep with your uncle.
What’s a child like you doing getting involved?”
“Wen Jing!
What are you saying in front of the kids?” Shen Yiguang frowned deeply.
“What should I say then?
Isn’t that the case?” Shen Yidong retorted defiantly.
Xiao Fen, not comprehending the undercurrents between the adults, naively asked, “Why would uncle need to sleep with auntie?
He’s not a child.”
Yang Peimin was full of embarrassment and chose to bury her head, letting Shen Yiguang take the battlefield as she focused on eating.
Shen Yiguang cleared his throat, “Because uncle and auntie are husband and wife, just like your father and mother.”
Xiao Fen didn’t understand, “What does husband and wife mean?”
Shen Yidong, losing patience, tapped her bowl with her chopsticks, “With all your questions.
Husband and wife are just those who have babies together, don’t ask anymore.”
Everyone was stunned by her blunt explanation.
The unmarried Shen Yiyue and her sisters couldn’t help but blush.
Yang Peimin was in disbelief, her cheeks flushing to the tips of her ears, wishing she could silence her.
“Wen Jing!” Shen Yiguang’s voice carried a warning.
“How shameless and brazen!
What kind of talk is that!” Chen Guizhi glared at her daughter and quickly went to cajole her two granddaughters, “Don’t listen to your mom.
Do you want to sleep with grandma tonight, Xiao Fen?”
“No, I don’t want to sleep with grandma.
I want to sleep with my auntie,” Xiao Fen was stubborn.
“That won’t do!
You’re sleeping with your mom, or else uncle will get angry!” Shen Yiguang put on a stern face.
Xiao Fen looked at him, then at the people trying to persuade her, and cried out in frustration.
Yang Peimin, with a soft heart, comforted her while quietly negotiating with Shen Yiguang, “How about we let her sleep in our room for a while first, and after she falls asleep, you can carry her back to sister’s place?”
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How can we sleep soundly then?” Shen Yiguang was adamant, even calling for his sister to make sure the child was well cajoled.
By now, he had completely lost the earlier sense of happiness that came with having a child.
Chen Guizhi looked at her soft-hearted daughter-in-law and also came over to whisper some advice, “I know you’re kind, but each parent should take care of their own child.
If you want to take care of kids, then hurry up and have one with Yiguang.”
The awkwardness could no longer be described with words.
Yang Peimin, not sure if she should agree or not, simply pretended to be shy and looked down.
Ultimately, Xiao Fen accepted a little flower made from Yang Peimin’s handkerchief and grudgingly stopped crying.
After dinner, Shen Yiguang found an excuse to quickly take Yang Peimin back to their room, fearing his two annoying nieces would compete with him for his wife’s attention again.
Once the door was bolted, he eagerly pulled her towards the bed.
Yang Peimin protested urgently, “I haven’t had a bath yet.”
“Honey, you smell just as sweet without a bath; no need to soak.”
“No, get off, it’s filthy.”
Yang Peimin used both her hands and feet to block him.
Shen Yiguang’s eyes were bloodshot, but he still closed his eyes and took a moment to calm down before getting up.
He ruffled her hair in frustration, “You’re going to wear out your man!”
In the end, this crafty Shen Yiguang actually carried the bath tub back into the room.
Yang Peimin disagreed, “Not okay; it’ll make the floor all wet.”
“No worries.
The floor absorbs water.
I’ll dry it up afterwards.”
But that wasn’t the point.
“Alright, I’ll put in a packet of herbal medicine for you.
The water’s nice and warm; get in quick.”
“Why are you still here?”
“It’s our room, where else should I be?” Shen Yiguang feigned ignorance.
“Stop it, go outside; I’m not comfortable.”
“I’ll scrub your back…
get your clothes, don’t catch a cold.
You must be exhausted from working all day, do your shoulders and back ache?
Are you still dizzy?”
Yang Peimin was no match for him, unable to out-talk him nor outlast his thick skin.
In the end, she allowed herself to be draped in the coat he used for massaging, as he conquered territory after territory.
The commotion from the bath tub continued on the bed.
