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

It has been exactly four months since the CCTV documentary aired.

August arrived in the blink of an eye.

The autumn heat was intense, and the cicadas of the Red Star Brigade were chirping desperately in the trees.

But the noise outside is automatically filtered out completely once it reaches the walls of the new villas at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Mian is over six months pregnant, and her belly is getting bigger every day.

What's most ironic is that most people's morning sickness only lasts for one or two months at most.

Lu Ting, on the other hand, has been vomiting for over a month now, and it's now been over six months.

Jiang Mian herself still eats well and sleeps well every day, without any discomfort whatsoever.

Around noon, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Lu Ting, wearing an apron, came out carrying a plate of steamed sea bass and a bowl of winter melon and pork rib soup with the oil skimmed off.

His face was unnaturally pale, and his breathing was heavy.

Two rose bushes were in full bloom in the flower bed outside the kitchen, their fragrance drifting in on the breeze.

Lu Ting's tall figure suddenly stopped.

He quickly placed the plate he was holding on the stone table in the yard, turned around and walked to the sink, where he gagged twice towards the drain.

The 1.9-meter-tall tough guy's eyes reddened as he was overwhelmed by the scents of flowers and fish.

Jiang Mian had just woken up from her afternoon nap and came out of the house when she saw this scene.

She quickly went over and handed her a glass of warm water.

"Feeling unwell again?"

Lu Ting rinsed his mouth and turned to get a water glass.

He then used his large hand to help her sit down in the rocking chair next to the stone table.

"It's nothing." Lu Ting's voice was a little hoarse.

"It had a bit of a raw onion smell when I took it out of the pot, but washing my face will fix it."

He washed his hands before picking up the plate of fish again and carefully picking out the bones with his chopsticks.

The fish meat was snow-white, without a single impurity, and was all placed into the small bowl in front of Jiang Mian.

After lunch, Jiang Mian leaned back on the sofa and read a book.

Half an hour later, she suddenly realized that Lu Ting was nowhere to be seen in the living room.

At this time of day, he would usually sit next to her and peel fruit for her.

Jiang Mian put down her book, stood up, and walked around the room.

As you walk down the corridor, a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of wood shavings wafts into your nostrils.

The sound was coming from the workshop next to the attic.

Jiang Mian walked over quietly and pushed open the half-closed wooden door.

The main lights were off in the workspace.

Lu Ting was only wearing a black old man's shirt, and his strong arm muscles bulged slightly with his movements.

He held a small plane in his hand, giving a final polish to a piece of fine rosewood.

A small clump of curled wood shavings had already piled up at my feet.

Jiang Mian's gaze first fell on the wood in his hand, then shifted and stopped in the corner.

There, a perfectly made baby crib stood steadily.

The entire bed is made of rosewood without a single nail, and the mortise and tenon joints fit together perfectly.

On the headboard, there is a lifelike little lotus flower carved.

It was polished smooth and rounded, without even a single burr.

Jiang Mian looked at it with great interest and went inside to touch the crib.

"Is it done?"

Upon hearing the noise, Lu Ting immediately put down the plane in his hand.

He walked over, casually took the towel from his neck and wiped his hands, as if afraid that the sawdust would get on her.

Jiang Mian turned her head and pointed to the pile of newly cut sandalwood pieces, all the same size, on his workbench.

"This one is already finished, why did you need to use new materials?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"One sheet isn't enough to sleep on?"

Lu Ting frowned slightly as he looked at the half-finished component on the workbench.

He scratched the back of his head.

I can't quite explain it.

Lu Ting pulled over a small wooden stool and squatted down next to Jiang Mian.

His broad palms were placed very lightly on her stomach.

"These past few days, I've felt uneasy whenever I stop what I'm doing."

"This bed looks spacious, but if the little one is actually lying in it, I always feel that one bed is too cramped."

He looked up at Jiang Mian, his tone extremely serious.

"My hand just wouldn't obey me, it was itching, so I just followed my instincts and made an extra one as a backup."

Jiang Mian burst out laughing.

The system only indicated that the fetus's fortune was at its peak.

Whether it's one or several, the system hasn't given a definite answer.

But seeing Lu Ting's intuitive demeanor, she didn't expose him.

This man's intuition was so strong back when he was hunting in the mountains that he could instinctively smell which direction Peppa Pig was coming from.

Now, this intuition is being used entirely in the matter of becoming a father.

Jiang Mian casually pinched his ear and rubbed it.

"Alright, our Master Lu is very skilled. Don't just make two, make three, it's up to you."

Around 4 p.m., two familiar footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li walked in carrying willow baskets.

The basket was lined with soft straw, and inside were three neatly stacked layers of pinkish-brown free-range eggs.

"Mianmian!" Aunt Zhang had just started to shout when Aunt Li grabbed her.

"Keep your voice down," Aunt Li gestured towards the inside.

"Ting-ge can't stand the smell of cooking oil on us."

Jiang Mian came out of the house to greet them.

"Aunties, please come in and sit down."

Aunt Zhang placed the willow basket steadily on the stone table, and seeing Jiang Mian's rosy complexion, she couldn't stop smiling.

"These eggs were collected from the old hens of several families in the village. They all grew up eating live insects, so they are the best for nourishing the body."

Jiang Mian thanked them and was about to invite them to have some tea.

Aunt Zhang's gaze fell on Jiang Mian's stomach and suddenly stopped.

At this moment, Jiang Mian was wearing a loose silk dress. When the autumn wind blew, the fabric clung to her body, making the outline of her belly very obvious.

Aunt Li followed Aunt Zhang's gaze and stopped looking.

The two rural women, who had given birth to several children, exchanged a glance, and their expressions immediately became subtle.

Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow. "Auntie, what kind of riddle are you two playing?"

Aunt Zhang stood three steps away, rubbed her hands together, and lowered her voice.

"Mianmian, have you been feeling a heavy weight on both sides of your lower back when you sleep lately, making it especially difficult to turn over?"

Jiang Mian nodded and casually supported her lower back.

"Isn't this normal when you're further along in your pregnancy?"

"This is different," Aunt Zhang shook her head.

She made a shape in the air with her hand.

"In ordinary families, during the six months of pregnancy, the belly grows forward."

"Your belly..."

Aunt Zhang looked at it carefully again, her tone extremely certain.

"It's neither pointed nor round, and not only does it bulge in the front, but it also extends outwards on both sides of the waist."

Aunt Li nodded repeatedly, "That's right!"

"This belly shape is exactly the same as when Aunt Liu from the village was pregnant with twins!"

Aunt Zhang's face crinkled with laughter.

"Ting-ge'er is so lucky! Our Red Star Brigade might just have two little lucky stars at once!"

The words had barely left his mouth when he said them.

Lu Ting, who was carrying a kettle of hot water out of the house, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Auntie." Lu Ting looked at Aunt Zhang, his voice a little tight from nervousness.

Is that statement accurate?

Aunt Zhang felt a little uneasy because of his serious expression.

"We rural women rely on experience to judge the shape of a woman's belly; we can accurately predict eight out of ten."

"But if this really counts, our word doesn't count."

Just then, a clear bicycle bell rang out from outside the courtyard.

Su Minzhi, wearing a navy blue work uniform and carrying the monthly financial statements of Zhizhen Yupin under her arm, pushed open the door and entered.

She noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard was a bit strange, so she put the documents on the table first.

"What happened?"

Jiang Mian pointed to the eggs on the table and briefly repeated what Aunt Zhang had just said.

After listening, Su Minzhi pushed up her glasses.

The old-fashioned intellectuals, who have always focused on production and quality, immediately revealed their inherent meticulousness.

"Folk experience has some reference value."

"But having a child is a major event, and we must rely on scientific testing and data to make decisions."

Su Minzhi opened her notebook, speaking in a very professional tone.

"The equipment at the county health center is too outdated; they can't find anything wrong with it."

"I suggest you go directly to the Provincial People's Hospital."

She looked at Jiang Mian with a serious and responsible expression.

"I read in the newspaper the other day that the province had just imported a foreign ultrasonic instrument."

"If it is indeed twins, the nutritional supplementation regimen and postpartum care arrangements will all need to be readjusted."

"Go and investigate thoroughly, then everyone will have a clear understanding."

After hearing this, Lu Ting turned around without saying a word.

"Going to the provincial capital tomorrow."

His voice was crisp and clear, brooking no argument.

He then strode into the house and began stuffing his travel bag with a change of clothes, a lunchbox, and various emergency items.

Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li covered their mouths with laughter at his decisive and tense demeanor.

Jiang Mian leaned back in the rocking chair and shook her head helplessly.

The next morning.

Before the mist had completely dissipated, the silver-gray Range Rover had already driven out of Tomato County.

The road conditions on the national highway were somewhat bumpy.

Lu Ting kept the car at a very slow speed, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

When he encounters a small pothole, he slows down 100 meters in advance and drives around it.

The entire carriage was so quiet that only the steady, low growl of the engine could be heard.

Jiang Mian sat in the passenger seat, a sour plum in her mouth to suppress her drowsiness.

She turned to look at the man's tense profile.

"Relax a bit." Jiang Mian picked up a sour plum and held it to his lips.

"It's like going on a mission."

Lu Ting opened his mouth to take the sour plum. The sour taste spread in his mouth, which suppressed the acid churning in his stomach by a little.

"I'm not nervous."

He paused, then added.

"If there were two, they would be of great use to me."

10:00 AM.

Outside the obstetrics and gynecology clinic at the provincial capital's People's Hospital, the corridor was filled with family members coming for consultations.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Lu Ting stood guard beside Jiang Mian without leaving her side, his tall figure blocking all possible collisions with the crowd.

After waiting for nearly an hour, it was finally their turn.

In the consultation room.

An elderly expert with a full head of silver hair, wearing a white coat, sat behind his desk.

The overhead incandescent light was blindingly bright.

The senior expert held a freshly printed ultrasound scan image in his hand.

She held the film up to the light source and looked at it very slowly.

Lu Ting stood behind Jiang Mian's chair, his back ramrod straight.

He didn't speak, but the oppressive aura he exuded made the temperature in the consultation room seem to drop two degrees.

The veteran expert watched the film for the first time and then put it down.

He took a piece of velvet cloth out of his pocket and carefully wiped his reading glasses.

After putting it back on, I held up the film again and checked it repeatedly.

The consultation room was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Lu Ting's hand unconsciously rested on the back of Jiang Mian's chair, his fingertips gripping the edge of the wood tightly.

The veteran expert finally put down the films in his hand.

She picked up the pen on the table and removed the cap.

She looked up at Jiang Mian, whose face was rosy, and then glanced at Lu Ting, who stood beside her as if facing a formidable enemy.

"In your home..."

The old expert's pen stopped on the medical record.

Are there any precedents for twins?