Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 590: Chapter 585: Jing Xin’s Thoughts
Jing Xin didn’t know what was going on in his wife’s mind, but he thought that she had been able to give birth to Taotao under pressure when she thought he was dead. Maybe her heartache was even worse than his.

Perhaps she really had her reasons for not wanting this child.

Let it be. If she didn’t want the child, they still had their son Taotao, right?

“You go to work.” Fang Xiu didn’t say much, her mind in a mess.

Originally, finding out that she was pregnant was an accident, and she didn’t want this child because it was so sudden, but she never thought that Jing Xin would find out so easily.

She even felt that fate was playing with her, with everything happening all at once.

After hearing this, Jing Xin went over to hug his son, wiped his wife’s tears, gave her a gentle hug and let go. He sighed and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Fang Xiu watched her husband, his face full of pain and helplessness, and his desolate figure as he walked away, and she couldn’t help but burst into tears.

Seeing his mother cry, Taotao also started wailing.

For a moment, the heartbreaking sobs of mother and son reached Jing Xin, who was still standing at the door, and he couldn’t help but turn red-eyed. No one knew how much he wanted his own child.

Ever since he found out he wasn’t born into the Jings, he understood why he was always bullied and excluded, made to work more and eat less. He finally got married and was sent undercover, barely surviving to come back and find out that his wife had given him a son, making him truly happy.

He hadn’t even had the chance to be happy about his wife’s pregnancy when he heard that she wanted to abort the child. The pain he felt was beyond anyone’s understanding, but he couldn’t ignore his wife’s thoughts.

So, in the end, he compromised. If it was meant to be this way, so be it. He still had his wife and son, didn’t he?

Jing Xin wiped his eyes with his hand and hurriedly ran to his unit, trying to vent his inner turmoil.

As soon as Qin Xue got home, she heard the children crying and hurriedly opened the door, put her things on the table, went to wash her hands and face, and came back to pick up her son.

“Mom, let me hug one.” Qin Xue saw her mother changing diapers and said to her.

“You rest first before breastfeeding, or else if you rush, the baby might get diarrhea.” Nangong Shulan warned her daughter.

“Really, mom? I’ve never heard that before.” Qin Xue was a doctor, but she wasn’t specialized in pediatrics or gynecology, so she didn’t know a lot of things.

“Of course. You know, a wet nurse’s milk is transformed from her blood and energy, which is related to the emotions. That’s why people say that breast milk is the mother’s blood essence.

If the wet nurse has an imbalance of yin and yang, and her circulation is abnormal, the milk she secretes will be affected, even directly affecting the health and growth of the newborn, causing illness in the child.

You better rest, wait for about 10 or 20 minutes and then express some milk before you feed the baby, so you won’t make the child sick.” Nangong Shulan looked at her unknowledgeable daughter.

She was worried about how the two clueless new parents would handle raising two children.

But she didn’t want to go to the Imperial Capital, which was really worrying.

“I know, mom. I’ll take the baby to the living room for a while.” Qin Xue said, looking at her crying child.

“Good, you can try giving him some water to see if he wants to drink.” Nangong Shulan reminded her daughter.

“I know. Yu Ze, would you like to drink some water with mommy?” Qin Xue asked her son, and while holding him with one hand, she poured some water and slowly fed him with a spoon.