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Chapter 83 New Policies Have Been Announced
Remembering the pain Anmin had inflicted on her, Anlu now wished she could skin her alive and tear her bones apart.

But there's no rush; she doesn't yet have the ability to fight against Anmin.

She should go to Hong Kong first, establish herself there, and come back after she has gained the necessary skills and abilities.

Just you wait, Anmin. I will repay you for all the pain and torment you have caused me, one by one.

Thinking of this, An Lu reached out and took the cigarette from the man's hand, then hooked her arm around his neck.

Soon after, suggestive sounds filled the room.

……

Liang Yi kept his word. From the moment he brought An Min home from the hospital, he completely entered the state of a new dad.

They treated Anmin like a fragile glass doll, wishing they could hold her in their hands as they walked.

"Minmin, slow down! Lift your foot, it's the threshold!"

Liang Yi carefully supported An Min, his eyes fixed on her feet.

An Min was both amused and exasperated: "Liang Yi, I'm just pregnant, not that my leg is broken. It's only been a little over a month, I can walk by myself."

She tried to break free from his overly forceful support and felt a little breathless.

If this continues, I'll really become disabled.

"That won't work!"

Liang Yi immediately rejected the idea, his attitude resolute.

"The doctor said the first three months are the most crucial; we have to be extremely careful. What if we get hurt?"

Without saying a word, he half-carried and half-lifted Anmin to a chair in the room that had been specially covered with thick cushions.

As soon as I sat down, Liang Yi magically brought out an enamel mug: "I put in malted milk powder, it's warm, I tasted it, it's not hot."

Her eyes were so eager that it was as if Anmin wasn't drinking malted milk powder, but some kind of nectar.

Anmin reluctantly accepted it and took a small sip.

The sweet, warm sensation going down my stomach was truly comforting.

She watched as Liang Yi nervously circled around her, checking the temperature of the water glass and adjusting the angle of the cushion behind her back.

"Don't be busy, sit down and rest for a while," Anmin said, pulling him along.

"I am not tired."

Liang Yi immediately straightened his back, looking energetic, as if he had just been injected with chicken blood.

But he still obediently sat down on the small stool at Anmin's feet, his eyes still glued to her.

He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively reached out and gently covered Anmin's lower abdomen, which remained as flat as ever.

"It's...it's really here?"

He spoke very softly, with disbelief in his voice and a pious look in his eyes, as if he were touching some rare treasure.

"Why is it so quiet? Is it too peaceful?"

He frowned slightly, seemingly worried that the little guy wasn't lively enough.

Anmin was amused by him and reached out to place her hand on his large, rough hand: "How little are you? The doctor said it will take a few months before you can feel movement."

"It's moving now, it'll give you a fright."

"Oh, that."

Liang Yi suddenly realized what was going on, and then laughed again.

He lowered his head slightly, brought his face close to Anmin's stomach, and spoke in a voice that only the three of them could hear.

"Little one, it's your dad. Stay put and don't bother your mom, okay? Dad will buy you something delicious!"

The way he was earnestly lecturing the air made Anmin unable to suppress a smile.

Anmin couldn't help but reach out and ruffle his spiky hair: "He can't hear you right now."

"Who said that?"

Liang Yi immediately looked up and retorted, his face full of certainty: "Of course we can hear each other, we're telepathic." He gave himself a particularly scientific reason.

Anmin didn't want to talk to him anymore. He looked so stupid, and she didn't really want to admit that he was her husband.

In the days that followed, Liang Yi completely changed.

He used to be decisive and efficient, walking with a brisk pace, and his words and actions were always crisp and efficient.

Now he walks like a cat and talks like a mosquito, especially in front of Anmin.

People often see Liang Yi carrying either a net bag of freshly bought eggs or a carefully selected piece of pork belly, rushing home with a silly smile on his face that is hard for others to understand.

Back home, Liang Yi became an all-around protector.

Anmin was strictly forbidden from entering the kitchen while cooking, because the fumes were bad for the child.

He himself, meanwhile, was clumsily studying nutritional meals for pregnant women, using an old cookbook he had somehow acquired.

The kitchen is often filled with clattering and banging, and smoke; the last thing served is...

Although the presentation is touching and the taste is sometimes good and sometimes bad, the sentiment behind it is genuine.

"Try it, the chicken soup I made today, I skimmed off the oil!"

Liang Yi presented a bowl of golden soup to An Min like a treasure, his eyes sparkling with anticipation for her evaluation.

Anmin took a sip; there was too much salt in it, it was extremely salty.

She smiled and nodded: "It tastes good."

Liang Yi immediately looked like he had won a big prize, his mouth stretched from ear to ear, sweeter than if he had drunk honey.

That evening, Liang Yi found a new job.

I used to look at documents or chat about things outside before bed.

But now, he insisted on pressing his ear to Anmin's lower abdomen, listening intently for a long time, and then reporting in a serious tone: "Minmin, I think I heard a gurgling sound, is the little one hiccuping?"

Anmin was both amused and exasperated: "I was hungry."

"Oh! Hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll go get it right away!"

Liang Yi immediately jumped up.

Sometimes, he would look at his flat stomach and start vividly recounting his childhood exploits of raiding bird nests in the mountains and catching fish in the river, calling it early education so that his children would know how amazing their father was from a young age.

Anmin listened to him and watched his animated expression, feeling a sense of peace and tranquility, her heart filled with a sweet sense of security.

Occasionally, Liang Yi would touch An Min's still slender waist, his eyes filled with surprise and satisfaction: "It's amazing, our baby lives in here? Minmin, you've worked so hard."

But after the initial surprise faded, all that remained was a deep sense of heartache.

Anmin is too thin, and he is really afraid that Anmin will be tired when she gets further along in her pregnancy.

Therefore, the only thing we can do is try to supplement Anmin's nutrition.

Anmin leaned against his strong arms, feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat, and gently shook her head: "It's not hard, I'm happy."

This is the fruit of their love, the most precious gift bestowed by God after weathering many storms.

Liang Yi hugged her tighter, his chin gently brushing against the top of her head.

"Minmin, don't worry. I protected you before. From now on, I will protect you and the two of you. Our lives will definitely get better and better. Let all those awful people and things go far away."

Hearing Liang Yi confess his feelings three times a day, An Min felt a little jealous.

She had never heard him say that before. Did he like children or did he like her?

That day, An Min had just returned home from get off work when Liang Yi told her that the new policy had been released.

"Minmin! Your home, your home..."

Hearing Liang Yi's words, An Min blinked and then took the paper from Liang Yi's hand.

"This is real?!"

(End of this chapter)