Reborn as a Tough Army Wife
Chapter 133 - 128 Whose Fault

Chapter 133: Chapter 128 Whose Fault

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It’s the end of the month, desperately asking for monthly tickets, awoo awoo awoo.

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But Fang Pingying did not voice these thoughts in front of Luo Zhiyong; after all, most men care about their wives saying they can’t provide for the family or raise children.

Moreover, for Luo Zhiyong, it wasn’t that he couldn’t provide for the family or raise children. It was just that the entire burden of the Luo Family weighed on him alone. If they had two more kids, she was worried he would be spread too thin.

So, she didn’t immediately oppose the idea either. She just looked at Luo Zhiyong and gently asked him, "Do you think it’s the right time for us to have a child now?"

"Why wouldn’t it be?" Luo Zhiyong had his own considerations,

"I’ve thought it all through. Zhiming will come to the provincial city to work and can make his own money. We won’t have to worry about them as a couple; Cui Lan has also gone to the Zhang family. In the future, we only need to take care of two elders. Sending back ten to twenty yuan a month would be enough for them to live comfortably. With the money we save, raising a child will be more than manageable."

Fang Pingying obviously couldn’t say that they might end up having twins.

But seeing Luo Zhiyong speak of having children not just casually, but with real consideration, her heart was somewhat touched by her husband’s family-oriented nature.

However, it indeed wasn’t the right time to have a child, so she laughed and pushed him gently, "We’ve only been married a few months; I’m not ready to have children just yet."

"What’s there to prepare for having a child? Isn’t it just a matter of us willing?" Luo Zhiyong said, and his deep, dark eyes suddenly shifted to Fang Pingying’s face, followed by him turning over and pressing her beneath him.

As soon as she saw the look in his eyes, Fang Pingying knew what he was up to, and blushing, she pushed him lightly, "What are you doing? Don’t we have to get up early for the dinner we’re hosting tomorrow?"

"We only eat dinner in the evening; we’ll have plenty of time tomorrow." After saying this, he didn’t allow Fang Pingying to retort, and his lips pressed down onto hers.

Because of the strenuous night before, Fang Pingying woke up the next day with a sore back and her bones aching, as if a cartwheel had rolled extensively over her body—it was even worse than the first time.

Contrarily, Luo Zhiyong was refreshed and spirited, having gotten up early and gone out to train with the soldiers all morning.

By this time, he had already washed up and was looking for clothes to change into in the wardrobe.

Seeing Fang Pingying awake, he chuckled softly, sat on the edge of the bed in just a tank top, half-pulled her up, and hugged her in his arms, saying with a smile, "You really can sleep, huh? Nearly ten hours in one go, and I’m already back from training."

Remembering last night’s events, Fang Pingying, with feigned annoyance, punched him lightly, saying in a low voice, "Whose fault is that."

"Okay, okay, it’s my fault," Luo Zhiyong cajoled, kissing her forehead lightly, and asked, "Shall we get up now? I’ll go make breakfast."

"You know how to make breakfast?" Fang Pingying nestled in his arms and asked with a laugh, "What can you make?"

Luo Zhiyong’s expression was somewhat proud as he said, "As long as you name it, I can make almost anything—buns, steamed bread, noodles, flatbreads, all of it."

"Really? How come I never realized before that you are so capable?" Fang Pingying’s words were not merely flattery; Luo Zhiyong’s skills truly surprised her.

Back when they were at home, judging by Luo Zhiyong’s personality, he appeared to have the traits of those traditional alpha males, very chauvinistic.

In the few months at home, he rarely did any kitchen work, and chores like washing clothes or sweeping floors—he never did them. He would work in the fields, and if there wasn’t much to do, he would typically not allow Fang Pingying to do it either.

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Who says a man should take charge outside while a woman handles the inside? Fang Pingying only needed to take care of household chores since he handled the farm work.

At that time, Fang Pingying thought he was just a typical chauvinist who despised such trivial matters.

But this time she realized that Luo Zhiyong didn’t have any machismo when it came to doing chores; he would do them whenever he had the time.

And because he felt sorry that she was so tired from the train journey yesterday, he rushed to do all the chores himself.

Fang Pingying thought about it and couldn’t help feeling waves of warmth in her heart. This man appeared cold, but deep down, he was a homemaking sweetheart.

In her previous life, she hadn’t taken the time to discover this, always magnifying his faults while overlooking his merits, which is why she felt he was good for nothing.

So when she met another man, she left Zhiyong without any hesitation.

This time, she would definitely cherish him properly and appreciate everything he did for her with all her heart.

Seeing his wife looking at him with adoration, Luo Zhiyong couldn’t help feeling a little proud and elated.

Moreover, this pride was different from the praise he received from his superiors for his achievements at work.

He smiled, leaned down to kiss Fang Pingying on the forehead, and said with a half-smile, "Your man can do many things, you’ll discover it slowly. Surely more than you can see now."

"You get all flustered as soon as someone calls you fat," Fang Pingying slapped him playfully, then noticed that in this cold weather, he was only wearing a vest for so long and was starting to feel a little chilly. Immediately, she pushed him to get dressed, "You better put on some clothes quickly, how can you just wear a vest in this kind of cold weather?"

Luo Zhiyong had been rummaging through the closet for a while and hadn’t found anything to wear, so he frowned and said, "You tidied up the clothes last night, and now I can’t find anything."

Fang Pingying chuckled and shook her head, realizing that there were things this man could not do after all.

She sat up and opened the wardrobe next to the bed, pointing to the items inside and directing him, "Your usual jackets are hanging at the top, and the pants and stuff are placed at the bottom."

With Fang Pingying’s instruction, Luo Zhiyong quickly found his clothes. He took them out, looking puzzled and said, "Really, I couldn’t find them just now."

Fang Pingying got up to put on a piece of clothing for the two of them and teased him with a smile, "Didn’t you just say how capable you are? Now you can’t even find a piece of clothing."

"That’s because I have a wife," Luo Zhiyong winked at Fang Pingying, then asked, "By the way, what do you plan to do this morning?"

Fang Pingying looked around the house. Apart from half a bag of flour in the kitchen, it seemed like there was nothing to eat at all; they needed to restock.

She said, "This morning we should go to the market in town. We’re lacking many things here, and we need to buy some."

"Alright, let’s just eat something simple this morning, maybe cook some noodles, and then go out," Luo Zhiyong said. Then he took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to Fang Pingying, "By the way, I still had ten cents left from the last time I came. Take it, and we can use it to buy things later."

Fang Pingying originally didn’t want to take the money. She knew that Luo Zhiyong hadn’t been in the army long, and this month’s salary hadn’t been issued yet. The money was from the remaining twenty yuan she had given him to buy a ticket to the provincial city when he was at home last time.

But on second thought, the money given by her husband surely meant something different than bringing out her own money.

So, she accepted it and said with a smile, "Perfect, this should be enough for us to buy some small items. If we need to buy anything big, we’ll do that after your salary is paid this month."

As expected, Luo Zhiyong was very happy to agree, "Okay, from now on, I’ll hand over my salary to you. You manage it."

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