Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 109 The eldest wakes up to the clear blue sky, that one, that one (in the dead of night)

Chapter 109: 109 The eldest wakes up to the clear blue sky, that one, that one (in the dead of night)

Seeing Ye Cheng’s silent, dark face, Su Xiaofeng was in a great mood.

The little guy, let him boss her around.

Thinking back to the last time they did mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, she couldn’t help but laugh, then she quickly put it out of her mind, considering the current situation, there’s an eight out of ten chance that Ye Cheng doesn’t remember what happened.

Ye Cheng looked at her frustrated expression, the corners of his lips slightly curled.

With Su Xiaofeng here, would he no longer feel lonely here?

Grandpa said, they will leave here next month.

That meant, he was going to leave Shanghe Village.

When they were almost at Shanghe Village, a villager suddenly rushed to the middle of the road, waving at Ye Cheng’s car, "Doctor Ye, Doctor Ye, my wife is having a difficult labor, can you help send her to the hospital?"

A midwife was called, but the midwife said the childbirth was too difficult, she couldn’t handle it, and told them to rush to the hospital immediately.

In the village, only Doctor Ye had a car, so they had no choice but to ask Doctor Ye for help.

The man looked anxious, and since it was a matter of life and death, Ye Cheng certainly wouldn’t refuse, "Get the pregnant woman on the car, I’ll take her to the hospital."

The pregnant woman was quickly carried over, and the man following her into the car was her husband.

Su Xiaofeng wanted to get out of the car, but Ye Cheng turned the car around without waiting for her to get out and stepped on the gas heading towards the county town.

"Thank you so much, Doctor Ye," the man stammered, "I guess the baby is too big, so it’s difficult to give birth."

"It’s the position that’s not good." The pregnant woman said with a weak voice, "The positions were bad for the previous two births as well, but I managed to give birth smoothly, why not today."

"If the position is bad, you shouldn’t force it," Ye Cheng grasped the steering wheel and said to Su Xiaofeng, "Hold tight."

Su Xiaofeng looked at the painful expression of the pregnant woman and unconsciously touched her own stomach, thinking about the baby inside her. Would her labor be like this woman’s?

The thought scared her.

"Right, the midwife said the same thing." The man was just an ordinary farmer, honest and simple, "She feared there’d be fatality, we really didn’t know what to do."

Grandpa Ye treated all kinds of diseases but never dealt with childbirth or gynecology.

A car zoomed past Huo Wu and his younger brother.

The younger brother’s act of cleaning the car paused, slightly dazzled, "Brother Wu, was that the car we were following just now?"

Damn, that was some aggressive driving.

Brother Wu, who was working in the paddy fields, was too dizzy to care what car had just passed, "Get on with the work and cut the chatter."

The car quickly stopped at the entrance of the People’s Hospital, and Su Xiaofeng watched as the medical staff carried the pregnant woman inside, and suddenly felt that the profession of a doctor was truly noble.

Saving lives and helping the injured, such a sacred profession.

After watching everyone go inside, Ye Cheng’s handsome fingers gripped the steering wheel again, "I think her condition was not too bad, there shouldn’t be any big problems."

"Giving birth is like stepping one foot into Ghost Gate, it’s really heart-wrenching," Su Xiaofeng said, feeling moved.

There was no helping it, she was now a mother-to-be as well, and couldn’t bear to see such a situation.

"Actually, to prevent this kind of situation is simple, I’ll teach you a movement, you do it morning and evening, and the baby’s position will be guaranteed to be good," Ye Cheng probably didn’t even realize what he had said.

Su Xiaofeng: ——

Ye Cheng cleared his throat, "Although I don’t deal with gynecology or childbirth, as a doctor, I of course know the most basic knowledge."

Su Xiaofeng understood that this topic couldn’t continue, "Is it because Grandpa always calls you Acheng, so the villagers all refer to you as Doctor Ye?"

"That must be it." He wasn’t really concerned about it, "What do you want to eat? Let’s go have lunch first."

His tone was smooth and natural.

"I want to eat dumplings for lunch, which place has good dumplings?" At this point, of course, going back was not an option.

Ye Cheng didn’t say a word, simply parked his car outside a dumpling restaurant.

The young man driving the truck was dining on the second floor and wanted to come down to join them; however, when he saw a woman get out of the young master’s car, his eyes went wide.

Damn, the young master helped her open the car door.

The young master even smiled at her, a smile that could kill.

Damn, the young master even walked in shoulder to shoulder with that woman.

Oh my God, oh my God, it must be magic, the world must be magic.

He rubbed his eyes twice, making sure it was indeed the young master, no mistaken identity.

"We’ll have a serving of pork with Chinese chives dumplings and a serving of beef dumplings, thank you."

The owner was very enthusiastic, though his gaze was somewhat strange, she touched her face wondering if there was something on it.

The dumpling restaurant owner rushed upstairs, meeting up with the truck driver, "Oh, my, that gave me a fright, it really is a young lady, not only did our master not throw her out, but the way he looked at her, all so sweet."

The dumpling restaurant owner threw a suggestive look at the truck driver.

The truck driver glanced at him, "Are you really sure that’s our master, not someone else replaced?"

"Nonsense," the dumpling shop owner said discontentedly, "That’s my big brother, even if he turned to ashes I would recognize him, ptooey, ptooey... I definitely recognize him."

The truck-driving youth laughed, "So you’re saying, our boss’s sickness is cured?"

Not hating women, does that mean, they no longer have to stay in this godforsaken place, and can return to the Imperial Capital to make a killing?

"Why don’t you try it?" the dumpling shop owner glanced at the other, "What do you say?"

"Would the boss end up butchering us?" Still somewhat worried.

"In my experience, definitely not," the dumpling shop owner sharpened his knives menacingly, "I’ll take the front, you take the back. That’s settled, then."

"What if the boss’s sickness isn’t gone?" If the boss’s disease wasn’t cured, and things went seriously wrong—if the boss tossed the girl and caused her harm, then—

"You think too much, the boss isn’t new to tossing people," the dumpling shop owner said and went downstairs, swiftly entering the kitchen and serving up two portions of dumplings.

The truck-driving youth came down from upstairs, with a toothpick hanging out of his mouth, "Boss, the check, please."

Putting down the dumplings, the shop owner wiped his hands on his apron, "Five dollars in total."

"Five dollars, is it?" The truck-driving youth pretended to reach for money, but something fell out of his pocket and dropped right into Su Xiaofeng’s bowl of dumplings.

Su Xiaofeng’s dumplings were served with soup, and when the object fell in, it splashed onto Ye Cheng’s sleeve.

The truck-driving youth: ——

The dumpling shop owner: ——

Su Xiaofeng quickly grabbed some tissue from the side to wipe Ye Cheng off, her voice displeased, "I mean, you two, could you keep your distance when paying? Look what you’ve done."

Soup splattered everywhere, do they even know how to run a business?

"Sorry, sorry, I’ll get you another serving," the dumpling shop owner glanced at his boss with indifference, as if nothing happened.

My goodness, the boss’s sickness really is cured.

Watching the boss’s expression, the truck-driving youth’s worry eased, the boss’s face remained pale from beginning to end, it didn’t darken, and his eyes didn’t turn red, which was a good sign.

Tiptoeing with the intent to leave, Su Xiaofeng fished out a lighter from the soup, "Hey, do you still want this?"

"Definitely can’t use that now, don’t want it," the truck-driving youth finally dared to look at Su Xiaofeng, who was strangely attractive, but his main concern was whether her background matched the boss’s stature.

Watching Su Xiaofeng clean him up, Ye Cheng waited until she finished before saying a word, "I’m fine."

"They are too rash in doing things," Su Xiaofeng whispered a complaint.

Ye Cheng instantly sought out the culprits, who had already hidden themselves away.

Su Xiaofeng realized a serious problem a bit too late: Ye Cheng was not supposed to be touched by a woman, or he would fall ill—had she just—

Looking up, she met Ye Cheng’s darkened face, just like before, his hand clutching his chest, his expression one of pain, breathing rapidly.

"Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng," Su Xiaofeng was seriously frightened, this can’t be happening, not another episode.

What to do? What to do?

Does she need to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation again?

At this moment, the dumpling shop owner and the truck-driving youth were rejoicing in their cunning little ploy; the boss was cured, and they could finally return to the Imperial Capital.

"That woman looks pretty good, at least as an appearance match for the boss, they might look decent together," they thought, the boss being of an ethereal grace, an ordinary woman wouldn’t catch their eyes.

"Barely acceptable," the truck-driving youth chimed in, "Quick, serve the dumplings, what are you waiting for?"

"Right, right," the dumpling shop owner finally realized, "had you not mentioned it, I almost forgot."

Serving a new portion of dumplings, he came out of the kitchen.

Not far away, he saw his boss and a woman locked in a kiss, inseparable.

He quickly ran back into the kitchen, put down the bowl, and clasped his hands together, "Heaven help us, our boss has finally seen the light."

The truck-driving youth, puzzled, sneaked a peek.

Holy crap.

What a shock.

The boss and that lady, in broad daylight, under the clear sky, getting it on in his own dumpling shop.

"Old Jian," the truck-driving youth returned to his senses, stuttering, "this must be our boss’s spring season."

"What spring season, this is clearly summer," Old Jian stole another glance and saw the boss still nibbling, the scene was too much to bear.

"Close the doors, close the doors," Old Jian remembered the urgent matter at hand; what if customers came at this time and disturbed the boss’s good time? Would the boss kill them?

The truck-driving youth pointed to the other man, then to himself, "We’re both in the kitchen, who’s going to do it?"

No matter who went, it could ruin the boss’s moment.

The truck-driving youth looked outside and was startled, "There’s a customer coming, Old Jian, think of something quick."

It was the dinner rush, and although the restaurant wasn’t busy, there would still be a few customers throughout the day.