A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Chapter 262 The Talkative Little Girl

Looking at the woman and child on the kang (a heated brick bed), and listening to her humming an unknown, gentle tune, Lu Congyue felt a soft, itchy feeling in his heart.

He couldn't resist walking over to Zhuang Qingxiang, gently poking her, and whispering in her ear, "Are you done?"

Zhuang Qingxiang suddenly opened her eyes and glared at him.

Lu Congyue smiled and said, "I'll wait for you in that room. Get dressed."

A blush instantly spread across Zhuang Qingxiang's face, making Lu Congyue increasingly impatient.

The three children weren't asleep yet, so he quickly left, otherwise he was afraid he would lose control of himself.

Let's wait patiently; good things come to those who wait.

As a result, they waited until the middle of the night.

Just as he was about to go back to the main house to carry the people, his keen ears caught the sounds of doors opening and closing, and footsteps.

He immediately lay back down, his heart pounding as he stared at the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and Zhuang Qingxiang came in, clutching his military overcoat.

Lu Congyue keenly noticed that a section of fair and smooth calf was exposed under the tightly covered military overcoat.

This means...

His heart started beating even faster.

Lu Congyue sat up abruptly, staring intently at Zhuang Qingxiang who was standing at the door.

"Come here!" He stretched out his hand and beckoned.

Zhuang Qingxiang swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down her spine and her heart pounding as she thought about what she was wearing underneath.

"Um... let's turn off the lights," she whispered.

"How can we see with the lights off?" Lu Congyue couldn't wait for her to come over, so he jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), walked up to her, and reached out to unbutton his military overcoat. "Is it bright red? What did you embroider on it?"

After saying that, he unbuttoned his coat and carefully pulled it open. The beautiful scenery before him made him instantly speechless.

The white is a pinkish white, and the red is a vibrant red. A peony flower is held high, making it incredibly beautiful.

Not only was the bellyband bright red, but the shorts below were also bright red, made of the same fabric. When the light shone on them, they reflected a soft glow, which was beautiful, but not as beautiful as her.

Lu Congyue's mouth was dry, his throat was tight, and his blood was boiling.

He ripped off the unsightly military overcoat and threw it away, then picked up the woman and tossed her onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Haruka, you're my bride tonight, aren't you happy?"

"Haruka, will you dress like this for me every day from now on...? I want you to be a bride every night..."

"Haruka, do you like...?"

Having been away on a business trip for several days, Lu Cong was already feeling the effects of a short separation, especially since he had eaten and slept well during the day and was full of energy. Coupled with Zhuang Qingxiang's attire and gentle demeanor, Lu Cong went even crazier for a while.

He only slowed down when Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy. He tormented her little by little, making her call him by his name, but not by his full name.

Zhuang Qingxiang called him Cong Yue, A Yue, husband... over and over again until he was satisfied.

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't get up the next day; she felt like her back was about to break.

Looking to the side, she saw Lu Yue playing with two little ones. She frowned, and when she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse.

"What time is it...?"

Little Lu Yue scrambled to her side, looking worried. "Mommy, are you sick again? Does your throat hurt? I'll get you some water."

Soon the teacup was brought over, and Zhuang Qingxiang sat up and drank half a cup of water before she felt better.

Looking outside, it was already broad daylight; it must be getting late.

"You didn't go to kindergarten? Where's your dad?"

"Dad went to work and asked the kindergarten for leave for me," Xiao Luyue replied. "Dad said you weren't feeling well and asked me to stay home and take care of my little brother so as not to disturb your rest."

After speaking, Lu Yue touched Zhuang Qingxiang's forehead like a little adult: "It doesn't seem like you have a fever, Mom. Where do you feel unwell? Should we go to the infirmary?"

"I'm fine." Zhuang Qingxiang smiled. "Our Yueyue is so capable, she can help Mom with so many things. You watch over your little brother, I'll lie down for a bit more."

As she lay back down, she secretly rejoiced that Lu Congyue had dressed her properly, covering her up so that nothing could be seen. Then she secretly cursed Lu Congyue for being a wolf.

Even if she didn't want to remember, she could guess what the bed in the other room looked like; the sheets and blankets would probably need washing...

I wonder if Lu Congyue has dealt with it yet.

She was truly too exhausted to wash anymore.

After lying down for a while, I couldn't sleep because I was worried about my three children, so I got up.

I wanted to make something for the kids, but I didn't have the strength to knead the dough and my hands were shaking, so I had to give up. I just made some thin noodles, added two eggs, and fed the two little ones.

Just as I finished feeding the baby, I heard a noise outside. It was Lu Congyue coming home from get off work, carrying a lunchbox.

"I got the food from the cafeteria. Since you're not feeling well, don't cook for yourself."

After Lu Congyue finished speaking, he saw the bowl on the kang table, which was obviously used to feed the child.

He touched his nose, feeling somewhat guilty.

I made a big scene last night and made her suffer.

When Zhuang Qingxiang came out with the bowl, she glared at him.

Lu Congyue knew what was going on; they were planning to prevent him from sleeping in his room again that night.

Ugh……

After lunch, Zhuang Qingxiang went back to her room to rest, and saw Lu Congyue busily washing the bed sheets and such.

Little Lu Yue followed him around the whole time. The little girl was at the age where she loved to talk and kept asking why.

"Dad, why are you washing the sheets again? Mom just changed them a couple of days ago."

"Is it because you're sleeping on this kang? Why don't you go back to sleep on our kang?"

"Daddy, this is a dress Mommy just made. It's red, isn't it pretty?"

"dad……"

"Yueyue!" Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't help but call out, bringing the little girl back to reality. She instructed, "When your dad goes to work later, you go with him to kindergarten. Mommy is fine now; I can stay home alone with your younger brothers."

Xiao Luyue looked disapproving: "Why? Mom, you're still sick! I have to be obedient and filial to you, or Dad will break my legs."

Zhuang Qingxiang: "..." I need to tell Lu Congyue in the future not to talk nonsense.

After Lu Congyue finished washing the sheets and tidying up the house, Zhuang Qingxiang let him take Xiao Luyue away.

Sometimes, she still prefers the two little ones who don't talk much; she can't stand the ones who talk too much.

With Lu Congyue and Xiao Luyue not home, the house suddenly became quiet, with only the two little babies babbling away.

Zhuang Qingxiang played with them for a while, and when they got tired and sleepy, she coaxed them to sleep, and then she embroidered her own work.

Over the course of this time, she has accumulated quite a few handkerchiefs and several pairs of pillowcases, but she hasn't had time to go out and look for the black market.

However, I have money on hand now and am not in a hurry to make more, so I'll just leave it for now and wait for an opportunity.

Zhuang Qingxiang is very open-minded; for her, embroidery is now just a pastime to pass the time at home.

I just miss Sun Yongxian a little.

Zhuang Qingxiang sighed, wondering when she would have the chance to go back and see Sun Yongxian and Shi Peiran, and whether the young couple had planned to have children.