My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 157 The Child's Mother Goes to University (Part 1)

After staying at the postpartum care center for about half a month, Chen Xiaomiao couldn't stand it anymore.

I couldn't get used to the food or the accommodation, so I simply went home early.

Taking care of a child is a grueling job. Even though there was an experienced postpartum nanny in the family in addition to Aunt Wang, Chen Xiaomiao's heart was still always tied to her son, Lu Yang.

That afternoon, after Lu Yang had been fed and put to sleep, Lu Yuan came out of the study, holding a small, hard card in his hand, and threw it in front of her.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Xiaomiao took it and looked at it. It had her own headshot printed on it, with a string of numbers and the words "Jiangcheng Wenshuo College" below.

"Your student ID."

Lu Yuan sat down next to her and casually picked up the iced tea on the coffee table and took a sip: "The military training at school is over, and you can go to class tomorrow."

"Attend class?"

Chen Xiaomiao was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the nursery, where her baby son, who had just fallen asleep, was lying.

She muttered with difficulty, "This... Yangyang is still so young, how will he manage without me?"

It wasn't until this moment that she belatedly realized how naive her initial thoughts had been.

She actually thought she could go straight to college after giving birth; that's just wishful thinking.

What's worse, looking at Lu Yuan's nonchalant demeanor, a thought suddenly popped into her mind—Lu Yuan seemed to have known all along that this would happen, yet he let himself mess around like this.

Chen Xiaomiao pouted and put her student ID on the coffee table: "My son can't be without his mother, so I think I'll pass."

"Go ahead." Lu Yuan stuffed the card back into her hand: "We have Aunt Wang and a nanny at home, and Lily will come over to lend a hand when she has time."

You can feed the baby once before you leave in the morning, and again when you come back in the afternoon. Feed them formula at other times, and it won't cause any problems.

Besides, you don't live on campus; you come back right after class, so it only takes about half a day at most.

Chen Xiaomiao was still hesitant, fiddling with the corner of her student ID card, her heart pounding with anxiety.

"Since you've already passed the exam, you should at least give it a try and experience it, right?"

Lu Yuan continued to persuade her, "Just think of it as a trip. If you really don't like it, we can come back and be full-time moms. Nobody's stopping you."

The words "college student" still hold an inexplicable attraction for Chen Xiaomiao.

I was filled with a vague, inexplicable curiosity about that place called "university".

In the end, she couldn't resist the temptation and nodded: "Then... I'll go take a look?"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a loud cry rang out from the nursery without warning.

"Wow-wow-"

"Ouch!"

Startled, Chen Xiaomiao ran barefoot into the room without even putting on her shoes, soothingly saying, "Yangyang, don't cry, Mommy's here, Mommy's here..."

She rushed into the nursery, skillfully picked up the baby, gently patted his back, and paced back and forth in the room.

Looking at her from outside, Lu Yuan was filled with emotion.

If it were Chen Xiaomiao from six months ago, she would never have accepted having someone else take care of her child while she went to school.

At that time, she wanted to do everything herself.

But people are inherently lazy.

After enjoying the meticulous care of the postpartum nanny 24 hours a day and getting used to Aunt Wang's meticulous arrangements for her daily life, Chen Xiaomiao has unknowingly adapted to the current pace of life.

It's neither good nor bad; it's just an inevitable process.

……

The next morning, Chen Xiaomiao stood in front of the dressing mirror for the first time since giving birth. She was no longer wearing a loose maternity dress or postpartum clothes, but a moon-white silk shirt paired with a sky-blue horse-face skirt.

Several clusters of elegant orchids were embroidered on the hem of her skirt, appearing and disappearing as she moved.

Aunt Wang is skillful; she's not only adept at housework, but she can also handle various bottles and jars.

She applied a thin layer of powder to Chen Xiaomiao, then carefully drew her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, and finally applied a touch of bean paste-colored lip rouge.

"Be good..."

Chen Xiaomiao looked at the person in the mirror and could hardly recognize herself.

The girl in the mirror still had a bit of baby fat on her cheeks, but the puffiness had long since subsided, and her skin was the kind of delicate, fair skin that only comes from long-term, careful care, with a healthy rosy glow.

Her foxy eyes, now that she's a mother, have lost some of their innocent charm and gained a gentler look.

Her long hair was loosely tied back and secured with a simple wooden hairpin, making her look both gentle and neat.

Upon entering the living room, Lu Yuan was holding Lu Yang and waving a rattle in front of his son's face.

Little Lu Yang stared curiously at the red and green drum, making little "ee-yah-yah" sounds, though it was unclear what he was saying.

Hearing footsteps, Lu Yuan looked up, his eyes lighting up.

He lifted his son's chubby little hand and waved at Chen Xiaomiao, imitating a child's tone: "Yangyang, say goodbye to Mommy, Mommy's going to school now."

Chen Xiaomiao walked over, kissed her son's chubby cheeks, and hugged Lu Yuan. She felt sweet inside, but also a little reluctant to part with him.

She left the house, glancing back every few steps, went down to the garage, and drove towards the destination set on the navigation system.

As soon as the car drove out of the residential area, in the living room, as if sensing her mother's departure, Lu Yang's little mouth twitched, and she burst into tears again with a "waaaah," the sound even louder than before.

Aunt Wang quickly took the child from Lu Yuan's arms and gently shook her, saying worriedly, "Sir, I'm a little uneasy about Xiao Miao going to school."

As Aunt Wang spent more time with Chen Xiaomiao, she gradually came to regard this simple-minded and guileless girl as her own daughter.

Without realizing it, the way she addressed him changed from the distant "Madam" to the affectionate "Little Miao".

"Her going to university like this is too conspicuous among the students..."

Dressed up nicely, driving a nice car, no military training, no dorm living, going home right after class...

Any one of these things, taken individually, would be enough to make Chen Xiaomiao the center of discussion throughout the entire school.

Aunt Wang never went to university, but she knew how powerful gossip could be.

Lu Yuan took the baby bottle from Aunt Wang, tested the temperature, and then put it into his son's mouth with a calm expression.

"fine."

In his view, Chen Xiaomiao had at most "understood" modern society in the past year, but this understanding was always separated by a layer of glass.

All her understanding of the outside world was based on her own protection.

Now that she's a mother, she can't do things the way she used to.

We must truly use our own eyes to see, our own feet to walk, and to experience this bizarre and wonderful modern society.

University is a good buffer zone.

The people inside, no matter how many thoughts they have, are still students, and are still a bit cleaner than the chaotic society outside.

"Don't worry, Aunt Wang."

A confident smile appeared on Lu Yuan's lips.

"I believe...the child's mother."

(End of this chapter)