The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 982 Vanessa's Child

Chapter 982 Ch.981 Vanessa's Child
Vanessa still didn't understand.

A month has passed.

Vanessa still didn't understand - what was it about the hunter exploring the jungle, and the jungle exploring the hunter?

She had a feeling that she couldn't expose her 'ignorance': so, when the women talked about these things with a smirk, she would always deal with them vaguely with her clever brain - usually no one would chase her and ask her questions, as they just thought that the girl was too shy.

Before falling asleep at midnight, she also whispered to Pierce: What does that mean?
The only response she got was snoring.

Pierce's mother was not as tolerant as she had been when they met on the first day. Or rather, as time went by, she became less and less tolerant - she always hid outside the door when Vanessa came home with a wooden basin, hung out clothes to dry, or squatted to burn firewood.

He stared at her fiercely with his triangular eyes.

"Child, Vanessa, can't I wash clothes and cook? I raised Pierce so big, you can do it, I should be able to do it, right?"

She no longer 'hinted' to Vanessa as she had done in the past few days, saying that the house was spacious and could accommodate more people - she told her daughter-in-law clearly and asked her every morning: Are you pregnant?

There is yesterday's dinner and the day before yesterday's feces.

If you work harder, you can fart more frequently.

Vanessa thought about it, but didn't dare to say it - Pierce's mother didn't like jokes.

The old lady was a devout believer and would go outside every dawn to pray to the stars, no matter how cold it was.

'…I feel the baby is coming soon, mother.'

Vanessa whispered, lowered her head, picked up the tub, and trotted to the cold stream.

Her greatest pleasure in life was washing clothes in Lengliu - while washing clothes, she would listen to the women talking about everything: their husbands, the squirrels and wolves in the woods, who had done dirty things with whom when they were young, and whose leg was broken by a bear.

Talk about the outside world, carriages, banquets, rich people riding through the streets of the poor city.

She was fascinated, but didn't really want to see it.

'Life is happy enough now.'

She thought so.

Although Pierce didn't pay much attention to her, he didn't talk to her much in his life, whether it was day or night. At most, he would ask "when is dinner", "what's today", "I want soup", "the clothes should be washed", "the poop in the bucket is full".

But isn’t this how life is for most people?
When a person defines happiness as dust, his lungs will be happy all day long.

Vanessa squatted in the stream and touched her belly.

The pain gave her a bad feeling.

soon.

A strand of unregulated "red line" fell into the clear spring, was washed away by the water flow, and turned a piece of stone red.

Vanessa covered her face, looked around like a thief, picked up the basin, and ran away - she had learned a lot from the women's gossip, so she naturally knew what this meant.

She has blood in her belly, so she can't have a child.

'This is terrible.'

She walked through the dead-leaf forest, on uninhabited paths, and the pot was knocked upside down behind a tree.

She sprained her ankle and limped home, where Pierce's mother was pulling a basket of firewood.

She saw the blood running down Vanessa's calf.

"You can't lay eggs! My Pierce spent a lot of money to marry you!"

She stood by the woodpile, with her hands on her hips, looking as scary as a witch in the forest.

Vanessa had only heard of it in her brother's stories.

She lowered her head, walked around the old woman, and ran into the house.

She heard her mother slam the door and her conversation with Pierce, the sound like thunder through the valley.

"I told you a long time ago! You shouldn't marry a woman like that!"

Pierce responded sullenly: "At least she has never been lazy."

"Which woman is lazy? Do I have to spend a penny and buy half a piece of bread? Swindlers! It's all their family's trick! That family has long known that their daughter can't lay eggs!"

Pierce was silent.

Vanessa squatted in front of the wooden basin, wringing out her clothes one by one, tears streaming down her cheeks.

midnight.

She felt cold.

Cold and tired, she curled up in Pierce's arms, hugged him, and rested her head on his strong arms.

"my sweetheart."

Vanessa hesitated, rubbing against the bark as roughly and awkwardly as a wild boar rubbing against tree bark: "I think I can definitely give birth to a strong boy." Pierce said nothing.

"Honey."

she said again.

"What do you do in the city every day?" She stared at her own sun like a star, even though it was not shining for her: "Tell me about it, Pierce, tell me about it. I am lonely and tired. Every day I face the cold river, the quiet forest, and the dry leaves under my shoes..."

"Please, tell me about it."

she says.

Pierce took a long breath.

She almost thought he was asleep.

"With your brother."

May God have mercy on you!
He answered.

Vanessa cursed herself for pushing it too far, but couldn't help but continue asking, "With my brother? Are you in the same tavern or the same blacksmith shop?"

My brother is a waiter in a pub.

Pierce…

Her husband is much more powerful.

How could such a strong man be a waiter? Who would dare to ask him to bow and serve wine?

Vanessa imagined her husband in a waiter's apron, carrying plates, looking obedient and humble - she smiled foolishly at the smell of sweat in his armpits.

"Tell me about it." She kissed his armpits and arms.

As gentle as a slow current caressing fish scales.

Pierce was indifferent: "That's not for you to know." He said: "Just tell you that I work with your brother."

Yes.

He also brought a lot of money home.

She had food and drink, but she only got up early in the morning to cook, went to the river to wash clothes after eating, came back at noon to cook, followed her mother to the forest to collect firewood, mended clothes in the afternoon, and cooked for Pierce in the evening.

How could she annoy her busy husband when she lived such a leisurely life every day?

Vanessa pursed her lips and rubbed Pierce's arm like a cat.

She wanted to fall asleep, but the memory of that increasingly hideous face still made her feel a little uneasy.

"Mother said we must have a child."

Pierce reached under the covers and scratched his belly.

He was getting a little impatient.

"I told you it would happen."

Vanessa was unwilling to give up: "I already know how to have it."

Pierce said nothing.

Not a moment.

A familiar snoring sound was heard.

He fell asleep.