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

The red veil stood out vividly under the dim light, and Chen Yongqiang was suddenly moved.

He stood in front of Ding Wanru, and the red cloth was slowly lifted. A blush rose on Ding Wanru's face, making her even more beautiful.

Chen Yongqiang had a thousand words stuck in his chest, but in the end, they all turned into a soft call: "Wanru..."

Ding Wanru got up and walked to the old octagonal table, poured two cups of sake: "There are no red candles, no phoenix coronet and wedding robes, but there should still be a cup of nuptial wine."

She handed one of the glasses over: "Brother Yongqiang, drink this glass of wine, and in my heart, the gift will be complete."

Chen Yongqiang took the wine glass, and the two stood facing each other, their arms slowly intertwining. He gazed intently at Ding Wanru.

They brought their glasses close to their lips and took a sip at the same time.

Although no one witnessed this simple ceremony, it held great significance in the hearts of the two.

Ding Wanru put down her wine glass: "I know I may never be able to step into your house in this lifetime. But I am also a woman, a woman whose heart is filled with you."

She grasped his hand that was touching her face and pressed it against her cheek: "Brother Yongqiang, I don't want to put you in a difficult position, nor do I want you to promise anything about the future."

Chen Yongqiang pulled her into his arms and said, "Wanru, the thing I owe you the most in this life is your kindness..."

"I did it willingly," Ding Wanru interrupted him.

In fact, she also wanted to use Chen Yongqiang's power to continue the Ding family line.

Chen Yongqiang gently carried Ding Wanru to the kang (a heated brick bed). The two looked at each other, their eyes locked, just like a newlywed couple.

"Brother Yongqiang, I only have one request." Ding Wanru looked at the man in front of her.

"Tell me!" Chen Yongqiang could no longer suppress the surge of emotion in his heart, and lowered his head to gently kiss her neck.

Ding Wanru closed her eyes slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck: "If we have children in the future, I'd like them to have the surname Ding, is that okay?"

"...Okay." Chen Yongqiang agreed without hesitation.

In the past, he would never have agreed to such a thing. But now, he has three children.

Thinking of this, the stubbornness in my heart softened. If I could give her a child as compensation, it didn't seem so hard to accept.

Upon hearing this "good," Ding Wanru's heart skipped a beat; this was the best outcome she could have hoped for.

She closed her eyes and buried her face in Chen Yongqiang's shoulder, trying not to let him see the tears that suddenly welled up in her eyes.

That night, Ding Wanru abandoned her usual reserve and became exceptionally proactive.

The lamplight reflected an unprecedented light in her eyes. She bravely responded to Chen Yongqiang's kiss.

She stroked his strong back with her palm, wanting to etch this man's promise into her own life.

Every subtle action carries a sense of all-or-nothing commitment and an expectation for the future.

Inside the humble dwelling, the warmth of spring was palpable, and two hearts burdened with their own burdens found temporary solace in this moment of tenderness.

Two hours later, Chen Yongqiang got up, fastened his belt, and whispered to Ding Wanru, who was lying listlessly on the kang (a heated brick bed), "I have to go back."

Ding Wanru seemed to have no strength left to even lift her hand, and only softly replied, "Okay, be careful on the road."

Chen Yongqiang closed the door behind him, then shut the gate again before turning and disappearing into the night, silently returning to his own courtyard.

The kitchen lights were on, and the faint sound of a television program could be heard.

Chen Yongqiang pushed open the door and went in. He saw seven or eight neighbors gathered around the small television set, engrossed in watching it. No one turned around to notice his coming and going.

Only Lin Xiulian, who was sitting in the corner knitting, glanced at it but didn't ask anything.

Chen Yongqiang stood by the door for a moment, while the 82 version of "Water Margin" was playing on the television.

When the performance reached the section "Wu Song Drunkenly Beats Jiang the Gatekeeper".

On the screen, Wu Song staggers, but his punches and kicks are powerful and deadly.

Although Chen Yongqiang was watching TV, he was thinking about other things.

After the TV series ended and the ending theme song played, the neighbors reluctantly got up and dispersed, chatting and laughing.

Qin Liping walked behind, somewhat absent-minded as she went out, and accidentally bumped into Chen Yongqiang's arm.

Chen Yongqiang felt his arm touch something soft, and before he could react, Qin Liping let out a soft "ah".

Two blushes rose on her cheeks, and she hurriedly lowered her head, running out the door like a startled rabbit.

After the brief incident, Chen Yongqiang turned off the television and said to Lin Xiulian, "Get some rest."

The next morning, Chen Yongqiang brought his ice fishing gear to the reservoir again.

We just bought that TV set, and it almost emptied our savings.

He needs to catch as many fish as possible before the New Year to earn some money to supplement his income.

Chen Yongqiang found it peaceful today since Liang Meie didn't come along.

With her by his side, Chen Yongqiang would always be able to concentrate on her.

He chose a familiar spot with deep water, chiseled a hole in the ice, moved the tent over, and then lowered his fishing line to start fishing.

Not long after, the float suddenly sank. Chen Yongqiang flicked his wrist, lifted the rod, and reeled in the line, pulling a carp weighing several pounds out of the ice hole.

"Not bad, a good start." He muttered to himself, tossing the fish into a sack beside him.

Then, Chen Yongqiang pinched a pinch of the specially made bait and sprinkled it into the ice cave.

The bait was made by cooking and mixing corn and sweet potatoes grown in his space, which produced an irresistible aroma to the fish underwater.

The bait worked exceptionally well. The catch continued unabated for the next few days.

Crucian carp, common carp, and grass carp were successively pulled from the water. Chen Yongqiang began his assembly line operation, and every fish he caught was money.

Around noon, just as he was about to take a break, his fishing rod was suddenly pulled violently like never before!

Chen Yongqiang immediately gripped the pole: "Big guy, it's finally here."

It took some effort to drag the enormous creature out of the ice.

A bighead carp weighing over ten kilograms was slapping its tail on the ice.

"It's about the same size as the one I caught a few days ago." He nudged the struggling fish with his foot.

A thought quietly surfaced in his mind. No matter what, he still owed Xiulian something.

After a moment of silence, he made up his mind: "I'll send this big one to her family."

In the evening, Chen Yongqiang packed up his fishing rod early.

He had a good catch today, probably fifty or sixty pounds of fish. After packing the fish, he deliberately picked up the biggest fathead fish and headed towards Lin Xiulian's parents' house.

During the freezing cold season, my father-in-law and mother-in-law both stay at home to hibernate.

When he pushed open the courtyard gate, his mother-in-law was busy in the kitchen, seemingly preparing dinner.

"Yongqiang, what brings you here?" The mother-in-law lowered the curtain, her face showing a hint of surprise.

"Send a fish home for dinner." Chen Yongqiang threw the bighead carp in his hand onto the ground.

"It's freezing cold, where did these fish come from?" Lin's mother asked, looking at the fish on the ground.

"I caught it in the reservoir," Chen Yongqiang explained.

The father-in-law heard the noise and came out of the house to check.