Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

In the darkness, the man remained silent for a few seconds.

"Girl." Lu Ting's voice was muffled.

"Why?" Jiang Mian looked up, using the dim light to find his face.

Lu Ting gently protected her lower abdomen with his large hand, his tone revealing a sense of entitlement.

"A girl who looks like you must be beautiful and smart."

"No matter what happens in the future, no one can fool her."

That was a very honest remark, and Jiang Mian couldn't help but chuckle. She then teased him, "What if it's a boy?"

"You don't want him to be as tall and imposing as you are, so you can walk around looking so impressive."

"This is bad." Lu Ting frowned immediately.

He looked down at his delicate wife in his arms, his tone revealing a clear sense of disdain and self-doubt.

"If a boy takes after me, he'll be big and burly, and all he'll know is brute strength; he won't do anything else."

"If she's too stupid, she might even make you angry."

In Lu Ting's mind, Jiang Mian is now an ancestor who can strategize in front of the bosses of international trading companies, and a miracle doctor that those wealthy ladies in Hong Kong beg and fawn over.

But when he takes off these clothes, he is still the same rough man who went up the mountain to hunt wild boar in the village.

He always felt that he must not pass on his rough and unrefined nature to the next generation.

As Jiang Mian listened, the smile on her lips slowly faded.

She threw off the thin blanket covering her, rolled over, placed her hands on Lu Ting's broad shoulders, and stared down into his eyes.

"Lu Ting, do you seem to have some misconception about your own abilities?"

Afraid that she would catch a cold, Lu Ting quickly reached out to pull the blanket up, "Lie down properly. The doctor said you shouldn't move around too much during the first three months."

"Let me finish speaking first." Jiang Mian slapped his hand away, her tone both coquettish and serious.

"Who said you only have brute strength?"

She extended a slender, white finger and poked it into Lu Ting's collarbone, starting to count down the lines one by one.

"You can make the most difficult embroidered gowns in the world; your craftsmanship is far superior to that of even the most renowned European haute couture designers."

She then raised her second finger.

"You can cook. Even a simple fish soup you make can make that Mr. Qian, who's used to all sorts of delicacies, almost swallow his tongue."

"Back in the brigade days, you were the one who set up the fishponds and duckponds."

"The carved mahogany furniture in the house, along with the hairpin I wear, were all made by your own hands, piece by piece."

Jiang Mian's voice grew clearer and clearer as she spoke, each word like a small pebble landing precisely on Lu Ting's perpetually tense heart.

"Just a few days ago, Leslie, the most popular star in Hong Kong, stood on stage wearing the outfit you stayed up all night to make."

"You call this 'not knowing anything'?"

Lu Ting's ears burned from her words.

He was used to having a cold face all year round, so he couldn't stand his wife praising him in such different ways.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his head away to avoid Jiang Mian's direct gaze, muttering to himself.

"These are all manual labor jobs, nothing special. Anyone can do them if they're willing to put in the effort."

Jiang Mian laughed in anger, and directly reached out and grabbed the flesh on both sides of his cheeks, pulling it outwards forcefully.

What does it mean to do manual labor?

"To keep your wife comfortable and well-fed for life, so she never has to worry about food or clothing and won't even have to walk herself—that's the greatest skill a man can have!"

Afraid that the stubble on his chin would prick her palm, Lu Ting quickly moved his face closer to hers and let her rub it.

Upon hearing the last line, "the greatest skill in the world," this 1.9-meter-tall rough man was completely speechless.

He couldn't help but smile, and he wrapped his arm around Jiang Mian's waist, pulling her back into the blankets.

"Okay." The man conceded softly, his voice laced with an undisguised sweetness.

"My wife says I'm capable, so I am capable."

Jiang Mian gave him a couple of pats on the back of the head with satisfaction before getting the conversation back on track.

"Since we agreed not to discriminate, then we should treat boys and girls the same way."

"Please make the arrangements tomorrow; we need to prepare a gift for the baby."

Lu Ting immediately perked up, "What do you think about that trust fund that Boss Qian mentioned? Should I look into it?"

"Don't listen to Boss Qian's nonsense," Jiang Mian interrupted him.

"We can talk about those Western things later. As parents, we have to follow our own rules first."

"Then let's buy gold," Lu Ting said confidently. "Make the solidest gold bracelets, and longevity locks too."

With Dongfang Fengwu's cash flow almost endless, Lu Ting felt very confident and his mind was full of ideas on how to spend money on his wife and children.

Jiang Mian teased him deliberately, "Then what style do you think we should buy? The styles for boys and girls are different, what if we buy the wrong one?"

"What's so difficult about that?" Lu Ting replied domineeringly.

"Buy one each of dragon and phoenix symbols, longevity symbols, and carvings of Guanyin or Buddha. If you don't know if it's for a boy or a girl, buy one of each."

"Just buy whichever looks good; it's not a big deal."

After mentioning the gold lock and jade pendant, Lu Ting paused for a moment.

He fumbled around the pillow for a while, then grasped Jiang Mian's fingers, his tone more tentative as he spoke.

"Mianmian, there's something else I want to buy."

"What?" Jiang Mian looked at him curiously.

"The camera," Lu Ting said somewhat embarrassedly.

Jiang Mian was stunned for a moment.

This was an absolute luxury and a rare item in the 1980s. It was usually only owned by journalists with badges or high-level photographers like Ken.

"What do you need that for? It's heavy and troublesome, and it flashes that blinding white light."

Lu Ting looked at her, his eyes shining brightly in the dim light.

"I've been thinking about this ever since I saw that photographer take your poster. That thing can capture exactly how you look on paper."

He gently stroked Jiang Mian's hand with his thumb, his voice very low.

"As the baby grows, your belly will get bigger, and I want to film all of these days."

"When the baby grows up, I'll show it to her and tell her how beautiful and how hard her mother worked when she was pregnant with her."

These words, though clumsy and straightforward, struck a chord deep within Jiang Mian's heart.

Her eyes welled up slightly, and her heart felt as if it were filled with some warm liquid.

"Those cameras all seem to require you to adjust the focus and aperture yourself. Do you know how to use them?" Jiang Mian asked him, suppressing a laugh.

"If I don't know how, I can learn," Lu Ting replied confidently.

"I'll go buy the best brand and have them read the instruction manual to me."

"If I can't take a good picture, I'll keep taking pictures until I get one that you're satisfied with."

Jiang Mian was completely amused by his serious expression, and the little bit of emotion she felt earlier turned into a feeling of great joy.

"Okay, since you want to learn, let's go out and buy some tomorrow."

"We've been in Hong Kong for so long, and every day we're either battling with Smith or guarding against that Shen Wanyi's underhanded tricks. We haven't even left the gate of our Mid-Levels villa more than a few times."

"Tomorrow I'll go for a proper stroll through the streets of Central and see the vibrancy of Hong Kong Island."

Hearing that Jiang Mian was willing to go out for a walk to clear her head, Lu Ting was even happier than if he had signed a big deal, and immediately nodded in agreement.