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Chapter 89 My Beloved Wife is a Understanding Flower

An Min's action made Liang Yi feel a little better.

Back then, Liang Yi never considered so many things when he wanted to do something.

Liang Yi reached out and hugged An Min, looking up at her.

"I'm not afraid of him finding fault with me, I just can't stand his attitude."

He looked down at An Min's hands, which were protecting her stomach; her brows were tightly furrowed.

"He actually dared to raise his hand in front of you just now. If I had arrived a moment later..."

Liang Yi didn't even dare to think about it. If that slap had landed on An Min's face, he would have wanted to tear Wang Weiguo to pieces.

"How could that be?"

An Min gently patted the back of his hand, and smiled as she looked at the worry in Liang Yi's eyes.

"Have you forgotten who I am? If it really comes to a fight, I have my own ways of making him regret it. Besides, his bluffing is only good for scaring cowards."

If she could really be intimidated by Wang Weiguo, then she would truly be a coward.

After saying that, Anmin suddenly moved closer to him, her nose almost touching his forehead.

"Actually, I just passed by your land. It's growing really well. It's a lush green patch, much better than Wang Weiguo's land next door."

Liang Yi's gaze softened: "Thanks to the villagers' hard work, I just kept a closer eye on things."

"It's not just a matter of glancing at it a few times."

Anmin looked up at him, her eyelashes casting soft shadows under the light, fluttering like butterflies.

Despite having done many intimate things together before, Liang Yi still finds himself unable to resist being moved when he sees his wife's face.

“I heard from the older sister from the Women’s Federation that you were afraid of frost at night, so you led people to burn haystacks in the fields for several days. And last time there was a heavy rain, you stayed in the fields all night, just in case the drainage ditches got clogged. Would Wang Weiguo do all that?”

She reached out and smoothed the wrinkles between his brows, her voice gentle and comforting.

"He only sees what you're doing well now, but he doesn't see how many nights you've stayed up behind the scenes. This kind of person isn't worth getting angry at."

Liang Yi took her hand and pressed it against his cheek, making her palm tickle: "My wife understands me best."

After they got married, Anmin was always able to pinpoint the crux of his problem.

Just like now, a few words were enough to extinguish the anger in his heart.

"I not only understand you, but I also know what you should be doing right now."

"Our production has increased, and life in Baiyanggou has improved. Who still remembers who Wang Weiguo is?"

However, it's estimated that after this incident, Wang Weiguo won't be far from being fired.

As the couple were talking, Anmin sensed that Liang Yi was preoccupied, so she suggested that they go to their private space to clear his head.

The two of them have been so busy lately that they haven't had any time to spare. If it weren't for the good black soil, Liang Yi's vegetable seedlings would probably all be gone.

Anmin pulled Liang Yi into the wooden house, where a bamboo cradle had appeared at some point.

"There was so much stuff when we moved in that we didn't even notice this. This is something I used when I was a kid. What do you think, okay?"

She looked pleased with herself, and Liang Yi nodded, naturally praising her.

"Oh, and these little clothes, what do you think? Aren't they nice too?"

Liang Yi's gaze fell on the bamboo cradle, his hand tracing the fine bamboo stripes.

He suddenly remembered that Anmin had mentioned the days she spent at her maternal grandmother's house in the county town when she was a child. No wonder the cradle looked familiar. There was also a faint sandalwood scent hidden in the bamboo strips. It must have been carefully tended back then.

At least while her mother was still alive, Anmin was a pampered and spoiled girl.

He bent down and leaned closer to the cradle, as if he could already see the exquisitely beautiful little one lying inside, his little hands clutching the hem of his clothes and kicking his legs.

Anmin pulled a blue cloth bundle from the wooden cabinet, and when she untied the knot, she revealed a neatly folded little garment inside.

A small jacket made of fine cotton fabric, with light pink piping sewn around the cuffs, and a pale yellow bib embroidered with little fish in red thread. These were all prepared by Anmin for the child.

During this period, Liang Yi would come back and sleep, and sometimes she would come in and do some handicrafts when she couldn't sleep.

Looking at these, Liang Yi suddenly remembered the small shirts he saw in the glass counter of the county supply and marketing cooperative last time.

I was thinking of buying three feet of cloth when Anmin showed signs of pregnancy, but now, looking at these little clothes, I feel that none of them can compare to these.

The items here are much better than what you can buy outside.

Liang Yi carefully put the baby clothes back into the bundle, then turned to look at the cradle.

"I'll weave a cotton pad for the cradle and sew on a layer of fine cloth so it'll be warm to sleep in during winter."

Anmin smiled and leaned against his back: "You're so thoughtful."

After saying that, she suddenly pulled him deeper into the space: "I'll show you something good."

Passing by the wooden trellis covered with grapevines, a newly cultivated vegetable patch is planted with bright green bok choy, and cucumbers with tender yellow flowers are blooming on a bamboo trellis next to it.

"I planted these a few days ago while you were away. Once you're done with the autumn harvest, you can eat them fresh."

An Min squatted down, picked a lettuce leaf, and held it to Liang Yi's mouth.

"Try it? It's grown in the soil of this space, and it's sweeter than the ones outside."

Liang Yi opened his mouth, tasting a faint sweetness on his tongue, but his gaze fell on her slightly protruding belly.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the grape leaves and fell on the top of her hair, making the fine downy hairs clearly visible.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the crown of her head: "After the baby is born, I'll bring him here to see the vegetable seedlings too."

"That will have to wait until he's old enough to walk."

Anmin snuggled against him, then suddenly seemed to remember something.

"By the way, the dried pumpkin I made last time is on the top shelf of the storage rack. Would you like to try some?"

Liang Yi led her toward the wooden house, and paused as they passed the row of neatly arranged pottery jars.

The pickled cowpeas and dried radishes in the jar were specially prepared for him by Anmin, who knew that he was always too busy to go home for meals when he was leading the villagers to work, and that they would go perfectly with the cornbread.

"Time passes slowly in this space. By the time the baby is born, these pickled vegetables will be just the right amount to go with the meal."

Anmin opened the lid of the earthenware jar, and a tangy aroma immediately wafted out: "Look, we've prepared everything."

He looked down at her slightly protruding belly, his tone softening unconsciously, filled with tenderness.

"Preparing so much, aren't you worried he'll overeat?"

"Minmin, it's so good to have you."

He sighed and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

As the two were talking, Liang Yi seemed to sense something and led An Min out of the space.

Sure enough, a guard came over shortly afterward.

"Report! A suspicious person has been spotted in the eastern district. He's not a villager from Baiyanggou!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Yi's face turned stern.

Remembering the secret documents that had been passed down from above, he nodded: "Go take a look."

After speaking, Liang Yi turned to look at An Min.

"Minmin, I'll go check. Lock the door, and leave the light on if you're scared."

Seeing Liang Yi rushing around like this, An Min knew it wasn't anything good.

"Go ahead, I can take care of myself."

(End of this chapter)