Courtyard House: He Daqing Forces Qin Huairu into Marrying at the Beginning

If his kids were like that too, I couldn't stand it.

Let's go back.

In her anger, Yao Min was only thinking of refuting He Daqing.

Now, calming down and thinking about those words again, Yao Min was somewhat moved.

Being unable to have children is a shameful thing.

Out of a sense of family shame, Yao Min has not dared to go to a regular hospital for years.

They were afraid that the result would make them even more embarrassed.

Looking back now, if I had had the chance to be cured, it would have been worth it, no matter how embarrassing it was.

"Let's not stoop to his level."

Go back quickly.

I should go to work now.

Yi Zhonghai nodded, then turned and hurriedly left.

Yi Zhonghai understood what He Daqing meant.

He was terrified and dared not utter a sound.

They were afraid that He Daqing would notice something amiss and expose the truth behind it all.

Some things are better left uninvestigated, but once problems are uncovered, life becomes unbearable.

Yi Zhonghai maintained his marriage with Yao Min and managed to maintain a facade of harmony, earning a reputation for unwavering devotion.

If others knew that Yi Zhonghai had personal problems...

At that time, he will be seen by others as a useless person who is inhuman and shameless.

Thinking about the accusations from those around him, Yi Zhonghai felt like his head was about to explode.

Watching Yi Zhonghai's retreating figure, Yao Min felt even more guilty.

If she could have children, her husband wouldn't have to suffer like this.

She decided to find an opportunity to go to the hospital for a checkup herself.

Chapter 73 A Thief Breaks into the Courtyard

He Daqing slept until noon, and upon waking up, he dared not delay.

She immediately got out of bed and went to the kitchen to cook.

Qin Huairu has just given birth and urgently needs to replenish her nutrition.

The hospital sells meals, but they certainly can't compare to He Daqing's culinary skills.

Boil some water and pull an old hen out of the chicken coop next to the kitchen.

In just four or five minutes, He Daqing had cleaned the old hen inside and out, killing and preparing it.

Set up an earthenware pot, add warming ingredients such as goji berries, and simmer chicken soup.

The five chickens in the coop were bought by He Daqing a few days ago by his father-in-law from the village.

I'll make soup to nourish Qin Huairu when she's in postpartum confinement.

Simmering over low heat, the chicken soup in the clay pot releases an enticing aroma as it boils.

Through the courtyard gate, the scent drifted into the central courtyard on the autumn wind.

Anyone near the east courtyard can smell the tempting aroma of chicken.

The neighbors who were having lunch didn't dare let their children near the east courtyard, lest the children crave meat and lose their appetite.

After simmering the chicken soup, He Daqing took out two lunchboxes and packed the food.

He pushed his bicycle and went to deliver food to his wife.

When they arrived at the hospital, Qin Huairu was still resting in her hospital bed.

On one side, Qin's mother held two sleeping babies and softly hummed an unknown lullaby.

"Mom, you've worked hard."

I'll take care of things here. You should go and rest for a while.

"Okay, I'm entrusting my daughter and two grandchildren to you."

Qin's mother put the two children down and reluctantly walked out the door.

Give He Daqing's family some space to get along.

"Brother Daqing, what brings you here?"

"They won't even rest for a little while longer."

Qin Huairu said with some heartache.

He Daqing went back in the morning and brought food over in the afternoon.

I probably didn't get to sleep for very long in between.

"I'm fine. I couldn't resist coming here because I missed you all."

He Daqing helped Qin Huairu up and then opened the lunchbox and handed it to her.

"I've made chicken soup, you should try it."

"Your body is weak after giving birth, so you need to replenish your nutrition."

Seeing his wife's haggard appearance, He Daqing felt very sorry for her.

He's a chef; I can't say for sure about anything else, but he definitely has to cook a lot of delicious food for his wife.

As Qin Huairu drank the chicken soup her husband had cooked, her body trembled, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

"What's wrong?

"Isn't chicken soup delicious?"

He Daqing asked with some concern.

Many pregnant women suffer from postpartum depression.

A persistent low mood may occur, leading to lethargy, drowsiness, and a tendency to tear up and cry.

At times like these, extra care is needed.

"No, it's just that you're too good to me."

Qin Huairu shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"You've cooked so many delicious meals for me these past few months."

The household needs new items, we need to help Zhuzi find a job, and we also need to take care of the rain.

You've really worked too hard.

I'm so useless.

Qin Huairu became more and more upset as she spoke, her face streaked with tears.

He Daqing quickly hugged his wife and gently comforted her.

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work."

These things mean nothing to me.

Who is your man? He's the director of the second canteen at the steel rolling mill.

He was a cadre in the factory.

With a monthly salary plus other work, the income can be quite high.

It's more than enough to support the whole family.

So don't worry.

Just focus on getting your body back in shape and restoring your energy.

That puts my mind at ease.

He Daqing wasn't worried about making money at all.

He Daqing could live a very comfortable life just by staying at home and doing nothing, relying solely on the daily check-in rewards.

Going out to work is just to give that money a legal source.

With her husband's comfort, Qin Huairu's depressed mood improved considerably.

After finishing her meal and feeding the baby, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He Daqing spent the entire afternoon in the ward taking care of the mother and child.

They didn't return to the hospital until evening.

……

On his way home by bike, a familiar figure ran towards He Daqing.

"The Great Qing! The Great Qing!"

"Old Yi, what do you want?"

Let's not talk about marriage then.

He Daqing stopped the car and raised his hand to refuse Yi Zhonghai.

"Hey, it's not about marriage."

Liu Guangtian fell into your yard! Go back quickly, open the door, and help him!

Yi Zhonghai wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, panting.

"Stop joking."