kingnovel Chapter 438 Whoever takes care of the child looks haggard.
Chapter 438 Whoever takes care of the child looks haggard.
Soon, Wan Shu, dressed in a bright red toasting outfit, followed Tu Nan with a smile and gracefully toasted her relatives and friends at each table.
Zhuang Tunan raised his wine glass with both hands.
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wu, Aunt Zhang, Aunt Li, Brother Yiming, Wanshu and I would like to toast everyone."
The longtime neighbors immediately stood up enthusiastically. "May you have a son soon! May you have a son soon! Tu Nan, you're graduating with your master's degree soon, right?"
Zhuang Tunan laughed and downed the watered-down bottle of baijiu in his hand. "Soon, I'll graduate next year."
After finishing her drink, Zhang Amei asked, "Tu Nan, you're a graduate student, and you'll be staying in Shanghai. You'll be a Shanghai local. How much will your starting salary be after graduation?"
Zhuang Tunan smiled politely and gently placed his wine glass on the tray held by Lin Dongzhe. "It's probably a few dozen yuan more than what a worker makes."
Zhang Amei slightly raised her chin.
"Oh, that's not much. My Xiaomin earns quite a bit selling clothes, and she even subsidizes the purchase of the home appliances."
Upon hearing this, Song Ying, who was sitting next to the main table, frowned slightly, rolled her eyes, and then turned away.
“Sister, everyone knows that your Xiaomin is promising. But Tu Nan is a top student, a designer, and makes a living with his pen. How can they be the same? He has a lot of potential for future development, he's amazing. I only got my Dongzhe into university because of Sister Ling and Teacher Zhuang.”
Zhang Amei was speechless after Song Ying's words. An awkward expression flashed across her face. She gently put down her cup, sat down silently, and muttered to herself.
He's just a college student, earning a fixed salary, what's there to brag about?
Lin Wufeng sensed the slightly awkward atmosphere and quickly tugged at Song Ying, pointing to the dishes on the table. "Song Ying, these shrimp are quite good, try some."
Song Ying muttered under her breath, "On this joyous day, Zhang Amei is just looking for trouble. I have to say something to her before she feels better."
At this moment, Zhuang Hualin also noticed the awkward atmosphere and quickly stood up, sincerely raising his glass.
"Song Ying, let me toast you. Thank you for helping take care of Pengfei. We used to live in the same courtyard, which made some things inconvenient. I'm so grateful for your care of Pengfei."
Seeing this, Song Ying also raised her glass. "Sister Ling and Teacher Zhuang have helped us a lot, no need to be so polite. Pengfei is a likable child, sensible and promising. Hualin, you are so lucky."
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After a long day of work, Zhuang Tunan and Zhang Wanshu, the newlyweds, finally returned to their bridal chamber.
The two took off their clothes, and Zhuang Tunan considerately told her to rest first while he went downstairs to wash up.
After washing up, Zhuang Tunan tiptoed back to his room.
He squatted down, took out a basin from under the bed, then picked up a thermos and poured hot water into the basin.
The water left over from yesterday was at the perfect temperature; it was perfect for soaking my feet, relieving fatigue without being too hot.
Zhuang Tunan carried the basin of water to Wanshu's side and said gently.
"Wanshu, you must be exhausted after standing all day. Soak your feet to relax."
Zhuang Tunan was truly a man of his father's caliber when it came to being considerate and caring. He immediately launched into a full-service foot bath and massage. He gently held Wan Shu's feet, placed them in the water, and massaged them while asking her questions.
"Let me massage your legs, how's the pressure?"
Wan Shu frowned slightly. "Tu Nan, it hurts, be gentle."
Zhuang Tunan quickly adjusted his pressure. "I'm already being very gentle, how about this?"
Their interaction was overheard by a group of mischievous monkeys outside the door.
Pengfei, Dongzhe, Xiaojun, and Brother Li Yiming were peering through the crack in the door and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Pengfei deliberately used a high-pitched voice and tilted his head back. "Ouch, Tunan, be gentle~~~ be gentle~~"
Hearing the playful noises outside the door, Zhang Wanshu blushed deeply and buried her face in the blankets, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
Zhuang Tunan was both annoyed and amused. He gently tucked Wan Shu's legs into the blankets, strode to the door, and flung it open.
"These little rascals, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."
"Brother Yiming, why are you joining in their nonsense?" Then, he kicked the butt of the few mischievous kids who were younger than him.
Li Yiming leaned against the door frame and said with a grin.
"Let's make a ruckus in the bridal chamber! The more fun we have, the more prosperous our future will be! Alright, let's go, don't delay Tu Nan's wedding night!" With that, the group left, laughing and joking.
Finally, the room became quiet again.
Zhuang Tunan turned and crawled into bed, gently reaching out to hug Wan Shu, his lips close to her ear, slowly exhaling warm breath.
"Wanshu".
The heat made Wan Shu's skin crawl, and she fidgeted shyly. "Tu Nan, turn off the lights."
Zhuang Tunan reached to the bedside table and gently pulled down the lamp cord.
The room became pitch black, with only the soft breathing of the two people.
"Zhuang Tunan, be gentle."
This time, we really need to be gentle. He didn't say anything, just kept working.
Chicken flies and eggs break.
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The days move forward at a leisurely pace.
After Zhuang Tunan and Zhang Wanshu got married, both sets of parents gave all the wedding gifts they had received to the two children.
After their marriage, Tu Nan and Wan Shu's lives seemed to remain largely unchanged from before; they didn't cook at home.
They still ate at their parents' house next door, and every now and then, Tu Nan would accompany Wan Shu back to her parents' home.
At one o'clock in the morning, it was pitch black outside, but the only light on in their new house was the incandescent light.
Holding her sister-in-law, Xiaoyuyao, in her arms, Wanshu suddenly felt like she was a mother without pain.
The process of raising children truly made her realize that "you don't know the gratitude you owe your parents until you raise a child yourself."
After just three nights, she was exhausted and lost her usual energy, her eyes looking tired.
Zhuang Tunan held the baby bottle in his hand, carefully touched it to the back of his hand to test the temperature, and only came over after he felt it was suitable.
He coaxed her gently, "Yuyao, are you hungry? Time to eat."
As he spoke, he took his younger sister from Wanshu's arms.
Looking at Wan Shu's exhausted appearance, it's true that whoever takes care of the child will look haggard.
At this moment, Zhuang Tunan himself had a listless look in his eyes and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest.
"Eat up, eat more, and stop crying. Wanshu, we're not in a rush to have children. We'll let nature take its course once our jobs are stable. If you don't want to have children, we can just enjoy our life as a couple, which is fine too."
Wan Shu sat to the side, staring blankly at Tu Nan nursing the baby.
"If only children could be born at the age of three, already able to talk, so we wouldn't have to stay up all night to soothe them, and they could control their bladder and bowels and even feed themselves. That would be so much easier!"
Zhuang Tunan was so sleepy that his eyes were almost closed, and his head was drooping unconsciously. "I can only think about it in my dreams."
.......
This period was the most comfortable month for Zhuang Chaoying. With Dehua helping to take care of the children, he was finally able to free up time to create his works.
This time, he's writing another science fiction novel called "The Time Traveler's Wife," which mainly tells a tragic love story full of fantasy between the male protagonist, who has the ability to travel through time, and his wife.
He quickly finished the manuscript of a romance science fiction novel of about 160,000 words in a month, proofread it once, put the manuscript in a file folder, and mailed it to Harvest Literature.
The children started school and left home one after another, while he was also going to the Lu Xun Academy of Literature in Kyoto for intensive training in literary creation.
Huang Ling left him in bed to watch the child while she packed her belongings for the next month.
"The weather in Kyoto is colder than here. You still need to wear sweaters and long underwear in March. Here, take the pager."