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

Chen Yongqiang took the half-eaten roasted sweet potato, but stopped abruptly after taking a bite.

The sweet potato melts in your mouth, and a sweet taste instantly spreads across your tongue—a sweetness that is neither cloying nor irritating.

This seemingly ordinary sweet potato suddenly made Chen Yongqiang realize: the spiritual fields in the space really have the miraculous effect of improving varieties! Anything that has grown in those spiritual fields, whether in terms of taste or quality, is far superior to ordinary crops in the outside world, and even the yield has increased several levels.

"If only I could share the seeds grown in the spiritual field with my fellow villagers..." This thought flashed through his mind.

If such high-yield and delicious crops could grow on the barren land of the village, then Shimen Village would soon be able to get rid of poverty and become rich.

After a quick meal, Ding Wanru clutched the hem of her clothes, her cheeks slightly flushed in the firelight.

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a low voice, "Brother Yongqiang, I need to relieve myself. There aren't any nearby..."

She didn't say anything more, but Chen Yongqiang immediately understood her concerns.

Chen Yongqiang picked up his hunting rifle. "Let's go, I'll keep watch for you."

The two walked into the nearby bushes one after the other.

Chen Yongqiang chose a spot with a good view, turned his back, and held the shotgun in his hand.

"You...you don't turn around," Ding Wanru whispered, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

"Hmm," Chen Yongqiang responded, his eyes scanning the swaying shadows of the trees around him with keen eyes.

A few owl cries came from afar. His finger was on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

There was a rustling sound behind me, accompanied by deliberately suppressed breathing.

After a while, Ding Wanru walked up behind him and said, "It's done."

Chen Yongqiang then turned around and saw that her cheeks were still flushed, so he casually walked back and said, "Go back and add some firewood, don't let the fire go out."

The two returned to the foot of the cliff, and Chen Yongqiang picked up a piece of dry firewood and threw it into the fire.

He turned his head to look at Ding Wanru, who was still standing in the same spot, and gestured with his chin toward the inside of the rock wall: "Move over a bit, sleep peacefully, I'll be watching over you."

Ding Wanru moved to the innermost side as instructed, placed the medicine basket behind her head as a pillow, and lay down on the soft leaves.

The firelight outlined Chen Yongqiang's silhouette as he stood guard at the cave entrance, a hunting rifle resting on his lap. His figure appeared exceptionally reliable in the flickering firelight.

She gazed at his retreating figure and whispered, "Brother Yongqiang, you should take a nap too..."

Chen Yongqiang estimated the time; the wild boars would most likely not appear until late at night.

He found a dry spot on the ground opposite Ding Wanru and lay down on his side, his hunting rifle still close to his body, his right hand loosely gripping the handle.

Chen Yongqiang didn't close his eyes completely, but left a crack open to stare into the darkness outside the fire.

This angle allows one to detect movement outside the cave while also catching a glimpse of Ding Wanru on the other side out of the corner of one's eye.

No sooner had he lain down than Ding Wanru moved over and lay down close to him, muttering softly, "It's drafty and cold over there in the crevice."

Chen Yongqiang replied calmly, "I told you not to come, but you wouldn't listen."

Ding Wanru didn't seem to mind, and instead moved closer to him: "This is my first time in such deep mountains too. But the medicinal herbs we picked today are all rare, aged ones; they're very hard to find outside."

She has a point. Usually, the people of Shimen Village only stay within five miles of the outer edge of Qinglong Mountain, but today they have ventured more than ten miles in.

Ding Wanru gazed at the flickering flames: "Wang Laoshuan's passing was so tragic. He had no children, and on the day of his burial, not even anyone was there to break the mourning basin. Zhao Laosi almost seized his two dilapidated houses and his meager plot of land..."

Chen Yongqiang listened in silence. He had seen too much of this kind of desolation in his past and present lives.

"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. What happens after death is just for the living to see. If someone remembers you, that's better than anything else."

Ding Wanru said with mixed emotions, "I haven't congratulated you and Xiulian on having your own child yet."

At present, only Ding Wanru in the village knows that Chen Yongqiang and Lin Xiulian have a child.

"Don't tell anyone about this. It's not good if it gets out, especially not to Xiulian."

Ding Wanru turned to look at him, her expression a mix of mockery and sighing, and said, "Now you know you care about saving face? What were you thinking back then...?"

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, silently swallowing the rest of her thought.

"If you want me to help you cover it up, you have to do me a favor too!" Ding Wanru stated her condition.

Chen Yongqiang asked, "What kind of busyness?"

"It's simple, let me get pregnant too," Ding Wanru said, expressing her thoughts.

Chen Yongqiang almost thought he had misheard: "Do you know what nonsense you're spouting?"

"Of course I know! You can have Xiulian, so why can't I? I don't want you to take responsibility. I just... I just want a child."

"I don't want to end up like Wang Laoshuan. He had no children, and when he passed away, there was no one to even break a basin for him to see him off. He was just clinging to that little bit of land, only to have it all end up benefiting outsiders," Ding Wanru said, expressing her true feelings.

"I'm a daughter, and I originally wanted to find a son-in-law to live with us and preserve the Ding family line."

Her voice carried a bitter resignation, yet it was unusually clear: "But you have Xiulian in your heart. I can't compete with you, and I don't want to."

Ding Wanru finally managed to squeeze out the last, unspeakable words, "I can only settle for second best... having a child, whether it's a boy or a girl, will at least be able to take care of me in my old age and see me off in death, and will also allow me to rightfully keep the meager assets of the Ding family. Chen Yongqiang, that's all I have to hope for."

Chen Yongqiang hesitated about how to answer, and Ding Wanru spoke up again: "If you don't agree, I'll just let that old bachelor He Jun have it when I get back."

He Jun? That old bachelor whose eyes always look calculating when he looks at women?

Chen Yongqiang's mind was filled with an uncontrollable image of He Jun embracing Ding Wanru, grinning smugly with yellow teeth, and his stomach churned.

"No way! You can be with anyone, just not He Jun!"

He realized he had lost his composure as soon as the words left his mouth, his chest heaving as he tried to suppress the nameless anger rising within him.

Ding Wanru, however, seemed to have anticipated his reaction.

As soon as Chen Yongqiang finished speaking, she took advantage of the moment when he was stunned and pressed her soft body against him, nestling into his arms.

"Then you can take it yourself. Rather than letting someone else benefit from it, I might as well... give it to you."

Ding Wanru's words were like an ultimatum, pushing both her and Chen Yongqiang to the brink of despair, with no way out.

Now that things have come to this point, any further hesitation or concern seems futile.

Looking into Ding Wanru's eyes, which reflected the firelight and held a mixture of determination and pleading, Chen Yongqiang's last dam of reason crumbled.

To hell with etiquette and rules, to hell with gossip! If you want something, then take it for yourself.

Chen Yongqiang stopped talking and hugged Ding Wanru.

He lowered his head and kissed her slightly cool lips. All the struggle and hesitation transformed into an almost ferocious act of plunder at that moment.

Ding Wanru let out a short whimper, not out of resistance, but more like a release after a long period of tension. She responded awkwardly but firmly, "Brother Yongqiang, you've finally agreed to take me."