CHAPTER 280: 280. ONLY WITH CULTIVATION CAN THERE BE HARVEST, RIGHT?

In order not to be reported by his brother-in-law, Lianshan’s attitude was serious and sincere!

When his brother-in-law finally turned from cloudy to sunny, Lianshan felt like the goosebumps on his body could seriously cover the floor in a thick layer.

Withstanding the urge to cringe, he bid farewell but didn’t see the appreciative curve at the corner of Liu Shouren’s mouth as he turned to close the door.

Whether it was his conscious response to the family planning policy, fearing his sister-in-law would suffer, and volunteering to get sterilized. Or when the sister-in-law insisted on having another child and he immediately switched sides, from progressive to a negative example. Coming to him beforehand, fearing even the slightest danger to his sister-in-law’s safety, all made him, as the elder brother, extremely gratified.

More and more thankful that he decisively nodded back then, deciding to marry his sister to him.

This silly brother-in-law might not be the most likable, but he truly cares for his wife and children. Not a single deceitful bone, and his dedication to his sister-in-law could be witnessed by the sun and moon.

His sister-in-law certainly made the right choice in marrying him!

Completely unaware of the brother-in-law’s admiration, Lianshan went home and boasted to Shuzhen for a good while, detailing his great achievements.

Listening to him, Shuzhen felt both warm and helpless.

Warm because her husband and brother care so much about her, and helpless because a good part of their efforts might go to waste.

In this lifetime, her brother was the head of the Liu family village production team, and definitely wouldn’t be involved in bringing the women’s director and the family planning office to catch his own sister.

But to avoid putting more pressure on her brother, lest someone point at his nose asking why he manages others’ affairs but not his own sister’s. Being asked for exemplary conduct, sacrificing personal interests for righteousness or something. Shuzhen thought it best to stay hidden and only return actively to pay the fine after the child was born.

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"Wife, with your husband being so considerate and good, shouldn’t you reward him a bit?" That night, after a bout of deep affection, Lianshan asked with infinite gentleness, holding a thoroughly exhausted Shuzhen.

"Come on, sleep early. Tomorrow I’ll go to the city and buy some nice fabric, make you a set of clothes. I’ll make you the most handsome in the village, making all the village men jealous you’ve got such a virtuous wife, alright?"

Seeing his expression of wanting more, not wanting to ignite further, Shuzhen quickly promised rewards, giving a big yawn that signified she was extremely sleepy.

Unfortunately, the trick that always worked failed today, as the man who would usually show concern, help her with a bath, change clothes, tuck her in, kiss her cheek goodnight, and would rather take a cold shower himself than trouble her a second time, flipped over again, demonstrating what’s called refusal: "The clothes are nice, but not what I want. I only want to feast right now, on your beauty. A virtuous wife surely wouldn’t let her husband go hungry, right?"

"No, honey, binge eating is not a good habit, we need to take it slow and steady!" Shuzhen was shocked, hardly believing that the rascal smiling so roguishly was her own man. Seeing him indeed leap over like a hungry tiger, she quickly begged for mercy, hanging the no-battle flag high.

But someone was already at the point of no return, begging for mercy, no time for that!

The next day, even after the sun was high, she still hadn’t gotten up. Shuzhen glared angrily, eyes blazing at the culprit.

Having eaten his fill, satisfied to his heart’s content, all that’s missing was a toothpick to clean his teeth with, Lianshan was not a bit annoyed. He took the roll of the eyes as an expression of affection, cheerfully and diligently serving her. Finding clothes, helping with face washing, throwing a towel, squeezing toothpaste. Serving her the wolfberry chicken soup he had brewed since morning, eager to feed her mouthful by mouthful.

Completely doting, treating her like the apple of his eye.

Making Shuzhen, even though her gums were itching in anger, unable to hold a single word against him.

Until night fell and the fellow showed signs of repeating his old ways.

Finally unable to take it anymore, Shuzhen threw a pillow over: "If you keep this up, I’ll go back to my mother’s with the child, I’m telling you, this is too much!?"

"For the sake of our future son! Be good!" Lianshan coaxed like a wolf enticing Little Red Riding Hood.

Amused, Shuzhen shouted: "Get lost, too much is as bad as too little, you know?"

Lianshan lunged to hold her in his arms: "I know, but I also know that the later you get pregnant, the more danger there is. Since you insist on having a son, let’s get on with it early rather than late."

Hearing this, Shuzhen paused, and instead of pushing him away, she hugged him hard. This silly man always had a way to move her endlessly. Talking with her brother to improve medical facilities, inviting obstetric experts, and sparing no effort to help her conceive early to avoid the risks of advanced maternal age. Was he trying to make her wish come true, yet avoiding becoming an elderly mother?

Unfortunately, his plans were likely to be in vain.

The future son might be there, but it’s far from the time for him to show up!