The Ugly Woman's Country Life: The Mountain Man Loves His Wife to the Extreme <<< Chapter 3677: Supporting This Sky

"Mother, just let me sleep here with you. I promise to be good and quiet, no fussing or making noise. If I have to pee at night, I'll hold it in and won't wake you or Father up. Please?"

The little girl tugged at Yang Ruqing's sleeve, her voice soft and sweet.

This made Yang Ruqing's heart truly soften, she was almost ready to agree.

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But thinking that she's already seven years old, and will be eight soon after the New Year, she's a big girl now.

Isn't it a little inconvenient to sleep with your parents?

Especially Luo Fengtang, every night before sleep she has to hold her from behind in order to fall asleep, and herself, also got used to curling up in Luo Fengtang's arms to sleep.

This sudden addition of a child...

Just as Yang Ruqing was hesitating, Luofeng Tang came back from the front yard. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Seeing that Yang Ruqing hadn't agreed readily, the little girl quickly ran to Luofengtang's side and hugged his thigh, making the same plea and adding some embellishment when she told Luofengtang about it.

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Similarly, Luofeng Tang was also a little embarrassed.

But he still glanced at Yang Ruqing, then raised his hand to stroke Luo Bao's hair, and nodded resolutely: "Okay!"

"Hallelujah!"

Luo Baobei cheered and jumped three feet high.

As she landed, she turned to Yang Ruqing and said, "Mother, you heard it with your own ears, didn't you? Father agreed!"

Yang Ruqing gave Luo Fengtang a slightly surprised glance, then said to Luo Baobei: "Since your father agreed, mother naturally doesn't object. You should quickly go to the bathing room to brush your teeth and urinate, then come over and sleep after you're done."

“Yes, Mother!” Luo Baobei imitated the manner of the teacher at the academy, bowed politely to Yang Ruqing, and then scampered into the bathing room.

Here, Luo Fengtang came before Yang Ruqing, smiling and lowering his voice: "After a year away from home, my daughter has grown so much. As her father, I really can't bear to refuse her request..."

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Yang Ruqing smiled gently at him and said, "Don't feel guilty. The best father in the world is actually someone like you."

“It’s her blessing to be your best friend, baby.” she said.

Every father has a different way of showing love to his children.

It's really rare to be able to do like Luofeng Tang.

In this house, she always plays the role of the red face, while he plays the white face.

It wasn't a pre-arranged agreement between the two of them, but rather when he was facing his children, his temper suddenly disappeared.

Of course, when facing her, he had no temper either. A good husband and a good father.

That night, Luo Bao slept between Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang. Yang Ruqing originally planned to tell her a fairy tale.

The little guy refused to listen to the fairy tale, insisting that Yang Ruqing tell her stories from when she was a child. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

When he was one year old, when he was two years old, in short, just listen.

Yang Ruqing then went with Luofengtang to reminisce, bringing out the things stored in their memory sea and picking some interesting stories to tell her until she was sleepy and fell asleep.

"This boy and girl are really different in personality, aren't they? When I'm with Chen'er, I mostly end up being the one who talks to him nonstop. As his mother, I act like a child who hasn't grown up, but he acts more like an adult."

Yang Ruqing couldn't help but whisper to Luofengtang in a low voice.

“Our daughter, she's a talkative one, and her personality is lively and cheerful. She's just like a tomboy,”

Luo Fengtang also picked up her words and said, "Our women are all good. No matter where we go, we're like parrots, chirping and chattering, lively, and bringing joy to others."

“Earlier you were cooking in the backyard, and I was in the front yard chatting with my father-in-law and uncle. They said that these past few months, it's been fortunate that we have our daughter at home, otherwise it would be really dull.”

"Every afternoon after school, the girl goes to her grandpa's place next door to keep him company, talking and amusing him..." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated! ?

“Where did Dazhi go?” Yang Ruqing suddenly asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang was startled. "I'm not quite sure about that, but when my father-in-law and my uncle mentioned this matter, they only talked about the baby and didn't mention Dazhi."

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Yang Ruqing softly hummed in response, a guess forming in her mind.

"This child, Da Zhi, is quiet by nature. He's as demure as a girl. After school, he goes straight home and doesn't like to go out."

On the other hand, I think he's still a bit estranged from my father. Even though my father treats him like his own grandson, deep down inside, this child has a very hidden sense of inferiority.

He never truly considered this house his own, especially after Chen'er returned. He became even more cautious and reserved in his actions and words.

Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's words, Luofengtang was quite surprised.

“Qing'er, why do you doubt Zhi'er so much? I think this child is quite good. Since he came back, he's about the same as before, just more polite to me. This must be from the etiquette he learned from the master at the academy,” he said.

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Yang Ruqing shook her head gently: "There's something I never told you. In fact, Zhi'er, I did one thing in the middle..."

Yang Ruoheng told Luo Fengtang about how, when Chen'er had just returned home, Da Zhi had painted a portrait of the family in a dark series, and she had deliberately smeared it all over Chen'er's likeness.

“So this child, there’s a gulf between us in his heart. It’s not my unfounded suspicion.” She said finally.

Luo Fengtang was shocked, "Is there such a thing? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled wryly, "You're so busy on the battlefield every day, surrounded by blood and chaos. It would be impossible for me to tell you all these trivial matters at home and distract you."

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Besides, in my opinion, this matter is still salvageable. Later, I found Dazhi and had a heart-to-heart talk with him. This child also promised me that he wouldn't act that way again.

Luo Fengtang fell silent once more, then spoke: "Dazhi is still young. This child still retains a bit of the memory from when he was one year old. He will always have some detachment towards us here. We should also understand."

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"Children will always be children; he just doesn't understand things yet. As long as we, his parents, treat him with sincerity, when he grows up a bit more, he'll naturally understand."

"Don't worry, take your time. I'm not at home often, so you really have been working hard, taking care of both outside and inside affairs. It's truly not easy."

"As a man, I believe I have lived up to the expectations of this vast Qí empire. However, as a husband, a father, and a son, I am failing you, failing our children, and failing our elders!"

Yang Ruqing reached across sleeping Luo Bao's body, gently grasping Luo Fengtang's hand.

"The man works outside the home, the woman inside. Our roles are simply different. Compared to what I do at home, your bravery on the battlefield, risking your life, is truly remarkable. What I do pales in comparison."

“So, don't feel guilty. None of us blame you. On the contrary, we are all proud of you. You are our pride and joy, the pillar of this family, holding it all together!"

Genius one second: m.

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