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To Yang Yichen, Liu Qingxi was that dazzling ray of sunlight, illuminating the darkest corners of his heart, where his blood-stained hands resided. Every night, in the stillness, these memories made it hard for him to sleep.
However, at that moment, the girl's bright smile, her optimistic attitude, and the gentle curve of her lips instantly warmed his heart like spring flowers blooming.
In the days that followed, no matter how Liu Qingxi handled things, she always did so openly and honestly. She relied on her own hands to help Ten Li Pu and even the villagers of Ten Li Eight Villages live prosperous lives.
But what about him? The darkness he concealed could not be shared with outsiders.
Under the light, their darkness was exposed.
Yet in this vast world, where could one find a true pure land? A place free from worries, calculations, and competition?
The sun rose and set, time flew by. In the blink of an eye, Liu Qingxi and the others had been in the capital for some time. They had set out in summer, and now autumn had arrived.
The moon grew fuller day by day; looking up, the Mid-Autumn Festival was drawing near.
For their first Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital, Liu Qingxi and the Wen Family agreed they should celebrate it well. After all, this would be their home from now on. Although living in Ten Li Pu was quite comfortable, for Yang Yichen's future, this place was the best choice.
"Qingxi, this year let's make mooncakes together. Let's go out and buy some fillings," said the Wen Family early on the fourteenth day of the eighth month.
The two women were the heads of the household; these matters were their responsibility while Yang Yichen and Liu Qingyan were not involved in such affairs.
"Sure, Aunt. We'll go right away; Jin Yan is back just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival break from school."
Afterward, the two women took several maidservants and quickly went to the market to buy essential ingredients for making mooncakes. Liu Qingxi was quite experienced; after all, a few years ago, she had taught Zhao and others how to make mooncakes step by step.
It had once caused a sensation in Biqi Town.
Get up, Zhao, and take a look at the current situation of Ten Li Pu. The house has been rapidly advancing, but Liu Qingxi left without completing half of it. Now, after nearly two months, there is hardly any progress.
At Liu Laowu's home, the middle-aged man had a dark expression as he smiled at the woman basking in the sun in the yard. "Wife, be careful, don't let the wind blow on you."
That gentle demeanor, that cautious tone, that doting gaze—
The woman shot him an exasperated glance. "You don't need to be so careful, I'm fine. I usually do my work without any issues. Why is it that now that I'm pregnant, I seem so fragile?"
"Ah, Child's mother, it's been so many years without children for us. Just take it easy now; you don't have to do any chores at home. Let Qinglian handle it. If she can't manage, I'll take care of it when I get back."
The couple in conversation were none other than Liu Laowu and Zhao.
Since Zhao was discovered to be pregnant, Liu Laowu was stunned at the thought of becoming a father. Looking back at his foolish expression at that moment made Zhao unable to stop laughing.
A man in his thirties acting like a fool, wanting to announce it to the whole world.
From that point on, Zhao truly became the lady of the house who didn't lift a finger. She was not allowed to do anything at all.
When she went to wash some vegetables, Liu Laowu quickly took them away. "Child's mother, you're carrying two people now; you can't do this. What if you slip?"
When Zhao went to cook and just picked up the pot, Liu Laowu intercepted her again. "No, no, no! Put it down quickly; it's heavy! Don't hurt your back."
When Zhao picked up a broom, Liu Laowu reacted similarly.
In short, all her freedoms were restricted. It wasn't just Liu Laowu; even Liu Qinglian had been taught to behave this way.
It really feels like they have never been parents in eight hundred lifetimes.
However, Zhao understands Liu Laowu's concerns. After more than ten years together, there has been no progress, and countless people have been laughing at them behind their backs.
Now that she is over thirty, she is considered an advanced maternal age, even in this developed era, so she should be more cautious.
Therefore, although she doesn't want to be overly sentimental, deep down, she is more anxious than anyone else.
If this baby is a boy, then no one will ever dare to poke fun at them again; no one will call her a hen that doesn't lay eggs.
In the kitchen, a teenage girl with her hair tied up high works efficiently. However, the words of her parents are truly unbearable.
She can't help but roll her eyes and mutters to herself while skillfully washing pots and cooking.
Half an hour later, two dishes and a soup are ready. Liu Qinglian brings them out and places them in the dining area of the kitchen.
"Dad, Mom, it's time to eat!"
Then she hears her father's cautious voice: "Be careful, dear. Take it slow when crossing the threshold; don't lift your feet too high."
Honestly, Liu Qinglian finds this quite exaggerated: "Dad, you're being too dramatic."
"You don't understand; your mother needs to be careful, okay?"
Well, Liu Qinglian thinks it's better to stay quiet to avoid her father's nagging, which can be quite grating on the ears.
I never realized before that Liu Laowu was such a talkative person; it seems like a world apart now.
Regarding Liu Laowu's deep concern for Zhao and his care for the child in Zhao's womb, Liu Qinglian felt no jealousy at all. Firstly, she is older and doesn't really care about such things.
Secondly, after spending these years with Liu Qingxi, her perspective has broadened significantly. How could she possibly compete with her younger siblings? In fact, she hopes Zhao will have more children.
When the time comes, even if their parents are older, she will take care of them and look after her siblings.
Thus, those seemingly jealous remarks were merely meant for their parents to hear; they were just a joke.
This is the simple happiness that belongs to farmers—whether it's a delicious meal or a piece of good news.
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