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

Putting everything else aside, at the very least, we need to replace these two major items with four.

Chen Yongqiang made a mental note of this and was pondering which four essential items would be both presentable and unconventional when Qin Shan approached with a wine glass.

"Yongqiang, come on, let's have a drink." Qin Shan, with a slight buzz from the alcohol, but clear eyes, sat down in the empty seat next to Chen Yongqiang.

Chen Yongqiang raised his glass, and the two gently clinked glasses, each taking a sip.

Qin Shan put down his cup and lowered his voice: "I just talked to the villagers who used to help with the water control pond, and mentioned the high-yield sweet potatoes and corn you mentioned. They all trust you and are willing to plant them."

This was an expected reaction and a crucial first step in his plan. Only when someone is willing to follow along can things begin to unfold.

"Okay, Uncle Qin, please take care of this. When the time comes, please register for me which families will be planting and how many acres they will be planting, so I can prepare the seeds in advance and estimate the yield." Chen Yongqiang hinted that he was already prepared.

"Alright, I'll take care of it." Qin Shan's smile deepened after receiving confirmation.

Just then, a man at the next table, his face flushed from drinking, overheard a few snippets of conversation and turned around to tease, "Old Qin, you've been so busy discussing your get-rich-quick scheme with Yongqiang, when are your twin daughters going to invite us to their wedding? They're getting on in years, aren't they!"

Qin Shan laughed and scolded, "Get lost! They're still young, no rush. I need to choose carefully; I can't just marry anyone off!"

He has high standards; there aren't many young men in the village who meet his criteria. This matter can't be rushed, nor can it be taken lightly.

Chen Yongqiang listened from the side, only smiling and remaining silent, but in his heart he thought, "Uncle Qin's daughters are sensible and hardworking, I wonder which boy will be lucky enough to marry one of them in the future."

After the banquet ended, the sun was already setting. Chen Yongqiang then led Lin Xiulian back home.

Villagers on the road greeted each other in twos and threes, discussing the feast they had just attended.

Lin Xiulian walked beside Chen Yongqiang, her steps much lighter than when she arrived.

This trip today has a different meaning for her. A few months ago, she came to this unfamiliar Shimen Village with her luggage to seek refuge with Chen Yongqiang, her heart filled with fear.

Now, he is able to appear in such a village-wide setting as someone close to Chen Yongqiang.

During the meal, he was able to sit and chat with Liang Meie and Ding Wanru. Although there were occasional strange looks and whispers, he was essentially tacitly accepted by the village.

Liang Meie's help played an indispensable role in this.

Liang Meie was straightforward and her words carried some weight among the women in the village.

Whenever I hear someone gossiping about Lin Xiulian behind her back, saying things that are outrageous or inappropriate, I will be very grateful.

Liang Meie always managed to retort in a way that was neither too soft nor too hard, sometimes with a half-joking retort, sometimes with a straightforward defense, which always silenced the gossipers.

Ding Wanru was gentle and rarely argued with others, but whenever Lin Xiulian was around, she would always sit close to her, her words and actions showing a natural protectiveness.

They and Lin Xiulian have a certain secret connection on some level.

However, Lin Xiulian was in the public eye, living under the same roof.

Liang Meie was a widow, and Ding Wanru was unmarried. Their relationship with Chen Yongqiang was hidden beneath their daily interactions.

This unspeakable secret formed a subtle alliance, making them a shield for each other in this reputation-conscious village.

Back in their own courtyard, Lin Xiulian took out some grains to feed the chickens, and Chen Yongqiang, unusually, had some free time to watch TV.

As night fell, the village returned to silence, with only the occasional bark of a dog in the distance.

Chen Yongqiang sat in the house for a while, then said to Lin Xiulian, "I've eaten too much, go out for a walk to digest," and put on his coat and went out.

He made his way to Ding Wanru's house, taking several turns as if he knew the way well.

The main room was still lit by a dim yellow light, and through the window, Ding Wan's swaying figure could be seen.

That kid He Jun is probably on his wedding night right now, feeling all smug and happy...

This thought inexplicably popped into Chen Yongqiang's mind again, making him feel irritable and restless.

He needed something else to dispel this inexplicable feeling of suffocation.

He raised his hand and knocked twice on the door, and immediately heard soft yet hurried footsteps coming from inside.

As soon as the door opened, Ding Wanru saw Chen Yongqiang, and her face quickly flushed.

"Brother Yongqiang? Come in quickly!" She stepped aside, her joy barely concealed.

Every night when she was alone with the lamp, didn't she secretly hope that the door would be knocked on? But she never dared to say it, nor did she dare to have too much expectation.

Chen Yongqiang slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

"I didn't have anything to do tonight, so I came to see you," Chen Yongqiang said casually.

Ding Wanru knew that Chen Yongqiang wouldn't come over so late for no reason.

She first poured Chen Yongqiang a bowl of warm water, then sat down beside him and softly recounted the events of the day's meal, mentioning which dishes were particularly delicious…

Chen Yongqiang listened silently, but the inexplicable irritation had not completely subsided: "Wanru, I can't give you a wedding like He Jun's, I can't even give you a proper title. I'm sorry to have to do this for you."

Ding Wanru had no complaints. She had actually thought about these words a thousand times over.

She took the initiative to hug Chen Yongqiang and rested her face on his strong shoulder.

"Brother Yongqiang, that's not what I want. I don't care about weddings or titles."

"I just want you to come often, like now, to talk to me and look at me. Later on... I want to give you a son, boy or girl, as long as he's your flesh and blood. With a child, my heart will be full, and I'll have no other desires in this life. I'll be content."

Ding Wanru's unwavering devotion, without seeking any official title, left Chen Yongqiang speechless for a moment.

He gazed at her gentle eyes so close to his face, and the emotions surging within him transformed into the most direct thought: to kiss her, to respond to Ding Wanru's full affection with this intimate gesture.

Ding Wanru raised her hand and pressed it against his lips, stopping him.

"Wait a moment!"

Chen Yongqiang paused, puzzled. Did she refuse? Or had he been too forward?

Ding Wanru had already gotten up and walked to the wooden cabinet in the room, taking out a piece of red cloth from the bottom.

She took the red cloth and sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), glancing at Chen Yongqiang with a shy look in her eyes.

Then, Ding Wanru unfolded the red cloth, raised it above her head, and covered her head with it.

"Brother Yongqiang, tonight I am your bride."

Chen Yongqiang looked at the woman in front of him, who was sitting quietly on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with a red veil covering her face.

Ding Wanru gave him a bride with this wedding that was unique to the two of them.