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

For the next two weeks, Lu Ting turned his home into a bustling construction site.

He first went to the building materials market in the county town and bought out all the non-slip rubber mats and thick frosted felt cloth in the store.

Upon returning, he did not rely on anyone else; he took matters into his own hands.

First, use sandpaper to smooth the edges of each step to create a rounded curve, then apply a matte, non-slip finish.

After finishing up the stairs, he set his sights on the bathroom.

He wrapped the entire edge of the sunken bathtub with soft rubber strips.

The originally smooth ceramic tiles on the ground have been replaced with coarse linen mats, which are absorbent and non-slip.

In the courtyard, he led Lu Ansheng to carefully fill the gaps between the stone slabs with fine river sand, ensuring that there wouldn't be a single gap that would trip someone.

The most outrageous one is the bedroom.

Lu Ting somehow acquired several large pieces of soft leather, which he personally cut and nailed to the door frames of the master bedroom and bathroom, each with rounded corners about half a person's height.

Now, let alone bumping into something, even if you close your eyes and bang your head against the door frame, it will feel like you've bumped into a pile of cotton.

Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li came over to deliver vegetables. Seeing the once magnificent little villa now patched up with patches after patches by Lu Ting, they laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

"Ting-ge'er is protecting his family like a porcelain doll."

"That's right, if a mouse came in like this, we'd have to trim its nails."

Lu Ansheng would come every week without fail to report on the situation of the greenhouse and the factory.

He has now gotten used to his brother and sister-in-law's way of getting along. Every time he comes, he consciously helps Lu Ting move the timber and hand him tools first, and then takes out the account book to report after finishing the work.

That afternoon, just as he helped Lu Ting fix the last anti-slip mat, Lin Xiaoxue came in peeking in from outside the courtyard gate with a small bamboo basket on her shoulder.

"sister in law……"

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and when she saw that there were strangers in the yard, she spoke so softly that it was like a mosquito's hum.

Jiang Mian was sitting in a rocking chair under the grape trellis reading a book. When she saw her coming, she smiled and waved.

"Xiaoxue, come and sit down."

Lin Xiaoxue handed over the bamboo basket, which contained several small bibs she had recently embroidered.

On the red silk cloth, unicorns and lotus flowers are embroidered with gold thread, the stitches are fine and lifelike.

"I...I heard from my mom that you should prepare extra clothes if you have twins."

While she was speaking, she was too embarrassed to look at Jiang Mian, but her eyes secretly glanced at Lu Ansheng, who was tidying up his tools.

Lu Ansheng had just put down the hammer when he turned around and met that gaze.

The boy's dark face flushed red instantly, and he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. In the end, he could only bury his head and pretend to examine the nails on the ground.

Lin Xiaoxue quickly lowered her head, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

A bittersweet awkwardness hung in the air.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but laugh, so she deliberately cleared her throat.

"An Sheng, come here for a moment."

Lu Ansheng felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly ran over, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

"Xiaoxue gave your sister-in-law a bellyband; please thank her for me."

"Huh? Oh..." Lu Ansheng turned around to face Lin Xiaoxue, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out, "Th...thank you."

Lin Xiaoxue lowered her head even further, her ears turning bright red.

Jiang Mian, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh and decided to add fuel to the fire.

"An Sheng, your brother and I have discussed your wedding date with Xiao Xue."

"We'll hold it after I finish my postpartum confinement period, and it'll be a big, lively affair."

Upon hearing this, the two young men froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Several seconds later, Lu Ansheng stammered, "Sister-in-law... this... this is too fast."

"What's so fast?" Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow.

"You've already built the house, and the girl has agreed to marry you. If you keep dragging this out, Xiaoxue might think you've changed your mind."

Lin Xiaoxue blushed instantly.

Jiang Mian smiled and made the decision, "It's settled then. I'll have Aunt Li go to the Lin family to formally discuss it later."

After that day, Lu Ansheng became even more motivated.

They rush to the greenhouse before dawn every day and don't return until dark, as if they want to earn three times the money they would have spent on the wedding banquet.

……

In early September, the autumn atmosphere gradually deepened.

Wang Xingde from the textile factory drove the factory's truck, loaded with a full load of sample garments, and arrived at the Hongxing Brigade, covered in dust.

When he entered the courtyard, Lu Ting was squatting on the ground.

The man held a piece of extremely fine sandpaper and sanded the headboard of the crib over and over again.

The two identical rosewood cribs were placed side by side in the master bedroom, closest to the window.

The small lotus flower carved on the headboard, after countless adjustments by Lu Ting, has rounded and smooth edges on every petal, so smooth that you can't feel a single ridge when you rub your cheek against it.

Looking at this muscular, tough man, who was doing such delicate work like a top-notch embroiderer, Wang Xingde couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Lu Ting, your hands are the kind of hands that can make a haute couture dress worth thousands of dollars."

He walked to the side, looked at the door frames and stairs that had been remodeled in a gaudy and colorful way, and shook his head.

"The world's best tailor now has nothing but thresholds and steps on his mind."

Lu Ting didn't even look up, his hands never stopping, the sandpaper making a soft rustling sound on the wood.

"Clothes can be made anytime."

The man's voice was deep, yet resonant.

"She can't stand even the slightest bump or bruise."

After listening, Wang Xingde nodded with a smile.

He hung up the sample garments he brought one by one for Jiang Mian to inspect.

"Xiao Jiang, take a look, this is the latest batch of autumn/winter samples."

"If there are no problems, I'll go back and arrange for mass production."

Jiang Mian examined each item and nodded in satisfaction.

"Uncle Wang, the designs are all great, let's go with this one."

She touched the fabric of one of the dresses, a girl-next-door style with a pastoral print.

"This autumn and winter, Oriental Fashion will continue to dominate the market with these new styles."

Wang Xingde looked at Jiang Mian and saw that although her belly was big, the shrewdness and sharpness in her eyes had not diminished at all, and he admired her greatly.

After the business deal was completed, Wang Xingde couldn't help but take one last look at the two cribs before leaving.

"This craftsmanship...tsk tsk, even the carpenters in the Forbidden City are no better than this."

……

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

As November arrives, the weather turns completely cold, and even the autumn in the south carries a touch of bleak chill.

Jiang Mian's belly was alarmingly large, and she needed Lu Ting to support her the whole time she walked.

It was late at night.

The wind howled outside the window, rustling the leaves.

The villa was so quiet that only the two people's steady breathing could be heard.

Lu Ting was a light sleeper, and one of his arms was still habitually draped loosely over Jiang Mian's waist.

In her sleep, Jiang Mian suddenly felt a tightening sensation in her lower abdomen, as if someone was slowly tightening a rope around it.

She opened her eyes groggily, initially thinking it was the baby turning over in her belly.

But the contraction felt stronger and stronger, coming in waves, accompanied by a noticeable downward pressure.

Jiang Mian held her breath.

She turned to the side and gently shook the man's arm beside her, her voice hoarse with nervousness.

"husband……"

"Wake up..."

Lu Ting opened his eyes almost the instant she opened her mouth.

"What's wrong? Is your leg cramping?"

Jiang Mian gripped his hand, her forehead already covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"It seems...it seems like it's about to start."