Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

After the pills worked perfectly, the room fell silent for a moment, with only the soft breathing of the two people.

The scent of herbs had not yet dissipated, yet it inexplicably stirred a strange emotion within me.

Ding Wanru was tidying up the stone mortar with her back to Chen Yongqiang when she heard steady footsteps approaching from behind.

Chen Yongqiang gently embraced her from behind and stroked her.

Ding Wanru didn't break free, but simply said softly, "Stop fooling around..."

Chen Yongqiang's voice fell on her ear: "I just want to hug you."

His arms were wrapped around her waist, the tightness of which carried an undeniable possessiveness.

Ding Wanru leaned against his firm chest, feeling the warmth and strong heartbeat emanating from beneath the fabric.

She closed her eyes, as if the last bit of strength she had to feign composure had been drained away, letting herself sink into this comforting yet unsettling embrace.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yongqiang loosened his grip and turned her around to face him.

Ding Wanru raised her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening with tears, a mixture of shyness and burning passion.

"Yongqiang..." she called softly, as if sighing, or perhaps pleading helplessly.

Her answer was a kiss that landed on her.

Ding Wanru immediately seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she leaned softly into his arms, responding affectionately.

"It's still broad daylight." As the kiss ended, Ding Wanru buried her burning face in his shoulder, her voice both coquettish and a helpless reminder.

Chen Yongqiang chuckled softly, "It's so cold, everyone's staying home, nobody's going out."

As he spoke, he used his arms to lift her up.

Ding Wanru gasped and instinctively hugged his neck tightly.

Chen Yongqiang carried her and walked a few steps to the small kang (heated brick bed) connected to the inner room.

The kang (heated brick bed) was warm, dispelling the winter chill. He placed Ding Wanru on the kang covered with a quilt, then leaned down and kissed her again, more intensely and passionately than before.

Ding Wanru reluctantly agreed, drifting in and out of the surging waves.

She bit her lip, only occasionally letting out a few unbearable whispers.

Outside the window, it was a quiet and chilly winter day, but inside the house, it was filled with warmth.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yongqiang propped himself up, looked at the beauty beneath him with flushed cheeks, and reached out to tidy up the strands of hair stuck to her cheeks.

Ding Wanru opened her hazy eyes and met his deep gaze.

The two nestled together quietly for a while, neither of them speaking. The warmth of the kang (heated brick bed) created a languid, detached tranquility.

After a long while, Ding Wanru nudged him, saying, "It's time to get up. Someone should be coming soon."

Chen Yongqiang then got up, straightened his clothes, and Ding Wanru sat up with her back to him, hurriedly buttoning her clothes, her face still flushed.

"I'm going back now." Chen Yongqiang's earlier intimacy was his way of thanking him.

"Mm," Ding Wanru replied.

Chen Yongqiang pushed open the door and went out. A cold wind immediately rushed in, dispelling the warm and ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

As Ding Wanru listened to the footsteps fade away and disappear outside the courtyard gate, she relaxed completely, lay down on the still warm kang (a heated brick bed), and pulled the quilt over her burning face.

As Chen Yongqiang walked home, the cold wind blew against his face, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness and deep feelings in his heart.

On this day, the sky cleared up for once, and the clouds that had been gathering for days dispersed, revealing a bit of grayish-white sunlight. Although there was no warmth, at least it didn't snow.

Chen Yongqiang rode his bicycle to town again, with the last batch of wild boar meat, which he had specially saved and had already processed, strapped to the back seat.

He knew the way well and went around to the back door of the state-run restaurant, then knocked on the small door.

"Director Yao, this is the last trip this year," Chen Yongqiang said as he untied the rope.

"The weather is getting colder every day, the roads are difficult to travel, and it's even harder to make a living in the mountains."

Yao Lina examined the dark red pieces of meat and nodded. "Not bad quality. If it weren't for some leaders having a particular fondness for wild game and specifically requesting it, my little restaurant wouldn't need so much. Luckily, it's cold, so it'll keep well."

Chen Yongqiang could tell the underlying issues. There were probably more than just one or two of these leaders involved, and they weren't just ordinary people making purchases.

He didn't ask any further questions, simply agreeing, "Yes, it can be stored in winter."

These days, resources are scarce, especially rare wild game like this. People who can bring dozens of kilograms of it home are not ordinary families.

Yao Lina's channel, seemingly just a restaurant procurement, actually involves the preferences and face of some people in the town and even the county.

This also explains why she paid readily in previous transactions without ever questioning the origin of the meat.

After weighing it, the money was calculated.

Taking advantage of the moment, Chen Yongqiang casually mentioned, "Director Yao, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Yao Lina looked up at him: "What is it? Tell me."

Chen Yongqiang lowered his voice slightly: "You know a lot of people and have many connections. I wonder if you could help me get a TV ticket?"

Yao Lina looked Chen Yongqiang up and down and said, "Wow, you've really struck it rich. You're even thinking about buying a TV now."

She said this half-truthfully, but she knew in her heart that the wild boar meat she bought could easily buy a television set.

This Chen Yongqiang, though quiet and unassuming, is probably much wealthier than the villagers realize.

Chen Yongqiang smiled and said, "It's not about making a fortune, I just feel that it would be more lively if there was some noise at home."

This reason is simple and fits the image of someone who has some spare money and wants to improve their life.

Yao Lina didn't agree immediately, but said, "TV tickets, those are rare items, so many eyes are eyeing them."

Chen Yongqiang knew in his heart that it was time to negotiate terms.

"Director Yao, don't worry, everything will be done the proper way. I understand the rules, and I won't let you work for nothing."

Yao Lina spoke slowly, "I'm keeping the ticket issue in mind."

"It's good to hear you say that. Thank you for your help." Chen Yongqiang knew that this matter couldn't be rushed, and the fact that you said that was already a good start.

As Chen Yongqiang left the back door of the state-run restaurant, a gust of cold wind made him more clear-headed.

TV tickets are hard currency; the connections and money from selling wild boar meat alone probably won't be enough.

After leaving the alley where the state-run restaurant was located, Chen Yongqiang didn't rush back.

He came to town today not only to settle the bill for the wild boar meat and to inquire about TV tickets, but also for another important matter: to purchase a suitable set of tools.

He had already obtained the recipe for the Body Tempering Pill from the system. The main ingredient, the Heart of the Wild Boar King, weighed four or five pounds and could not be handled by an ordinary container.

The set of medicine-making equipment in Ding Wanru's house was sufficient for making ordinary pills on a daily basis, but it was not enough in terms of heat and capacity to handle such a potent substance.