Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 62

Shen Zhiqiu didn’t press Yue Mingli, giving him time to gather his thoughts.

After a long minute, he finally spoke with difficulty: “Zhiqiu, I was hoping you could introduce me to that Elder Dong who treated your father. I’d like him to examine me and your sister-in-law.”

“We’ve been married for years, and still no child—it’s just not right.”

“I don’t mind, but your sister-in-law takes it to heart.”

“We’ve both been to the hospital, and the doctors say there’s nothing wrong. But if nothing’s wrong, why can’t she get pregnant? I think there must be something. Maybe we should try traditional medicine.”

“If even that doesn’t work, I’ll have to take her to the Temple of the Goddess to ‘tie a doll’ for blessings.”

Shen Zhiqiu understood Yue Mingli and Meng Fang’s feelings, especially Meng Fang’s.

She could tell how much Meng Fang adored children—the way she looked at Yaya made it clear how deeply she longed for one of her own.

“Second Brother, I’m actually going to the cultural troupe tomorrow. I’ll ask Xiaomei first if Elder Dong specializes in this area. If he does, I’ll have her put in a word.”

As they talked, they reached home. Hearing Yue Mingli’s voice, Meng Fang came out to greet him. Surprised to see him with Shen Zhiqiu, she glanced between them. “What were you two talking about?”

“Sister-in-law, Second Brother was just telling me—”

Yue Mingli shot Shen Zhiqiu a look, and she tactfully fell silent. He stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Meng Fang’s shoulders. “Too many mosquitoes out here. Let’s go inside, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Shen Zhiqiu carried Yaya back to her room, while Yue Mingli and Meng Fang retreated to theirs.

After much deliberation, Yue Mingli decided not to mention his request to Shen Zhiqiu. He worried Meng Fang might misinterpret it as him blaming her. Instead, he only brought up Shen Zhiqiu’s plea for help investigating Shen Daqiang’s bigamy.

“Zhiqiu’s family is such a mess. It’s really hard on her.”

Compared to Li Yan and Shen Zhiqiu’s families, her own was straightforward.

She had an older brother and sister. Her parents weren’t entirely free of favoritism, but they tried to be fair. As the youngest, she’d always been indulged.

Her career had gone smoothly, and so had her marriage. Who’d have thought the one thing to trip her up would be having a child?

Here she was, head of obstetrics, delivering babies every day—yet she couldn’t even conceive one herself.

“You should’ve seen Yaya earlier—it was so cute! I blew up a balloon and tied it with string, and she just stared and stared, trying to grab it.”

“And when I talked to her, she listened so seriously. I don’t know if she actually understood, but she looked so clever.”

Meng Fang glowed as she spoke about Yaya, stirring Yue Mingli’s heart.

But it also ached. He knew her recent gloom traced back to Li Yan’s jab about her being a “barren hen.”

“Fang’er, our kid will be just as smart.”

Meng Fang froze at his words, then lowered her head. “A-Li… do you really think we’ll ever have our own?”

“Fang’er, we will.”

He squeezed her hand. “How about we go see a traditional doctor? Maybe get Elder Dong’s opinion?”

Meng Fang looked up sharply. “You already asked Zhiqiu to arrange that, didn’t you?”

“Fang’er, you’re terrifyingly sharp!” Yue Mingli gaped, impressed. “No wonder you’re a detective’s wife—skills like yours put my team to shame!”

“Oh, shut up.”

Meng Fang laughed despite herself as Yue Mingli pulled her close. “I didn’t tell you earlier because I was afraid you’d overthink it.”

“Overthink what?” She pinched his arm, glaring.

He pecked her lips. “You know exactly what.”

“I have no idea what you imagine I’d overthink!” Meng Fang shoved him away, then burst out laughing at her own tangled words.

Yue Mingli nuzzled her nose. “Fang’er, are we doing tongue twisters now?”

“Who’s playing with you?” She rolled onto her side, resting her head in his lap.

Cradling her, Yue Mingli asked softly, “Aside from the baby issue… have these years been good to you?”

“They have,” she admitted. “Honestly, I’d be fine without children. What matters is us.”

“But I know you want one. And you’ve borne more criticism than me. It’s become a weight on you.”

He stroked her hair. “Fang’er, try not to dwell on it, okay? I hate seeing you unhappy.”

“Easy for you to say.” She flicked his knee.

“Well, I don’t just talk.” He helped her sit up. “Close your eyes—I’ve got a surprise.”

Meng Fang eyed him suspiciously. “What’s with the secrecy? Did you buy me something?”

“Eyes closed, woman!” He covered them playfully. “How do you always guess?”

“I married a detective, didn’t I? Some skills were bound to rub off.”

“No peeking!”

“I’m not! Hurry up!”

Checking she’d obeyed, Yue Mingli fished a red box from his pocket and pressed it into her hands.

She peeked immediately, lifting the lid to reveal a gold necklace.

“Feel better now?”

“It’ll do.” She held it up, admiring the gleam.

“Stunning,” Yue Mingli breathed. “You’re stunning.”

“When did you get this?” She met his gaze in the mirror, eyes shimmering.

“This afternoon.” His grin turned sheepish. “After seeing the bracelet Xiaoyuan bought Zhiqiu, I wanted to cheer you up too.”

“Let me put it on you.”

Once clasped, he hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His reflection brimmed with tenderness. “Fang’er, I’d do anything to see you happy.”

“Did you blow your whole paycheck on this?” She poked his arm.

“Got ten yuan left.” He extended a pitiful palm. “Spot me some cash? Otherwise I can’t even buy cigarettes.”

“No.”

She turned, looping her arms around his neck, and nipped his chin. “Perfect chance to quit. Healthy parents, healthy baby.”

“Look at Xiaoyuan—no smoking, no drinking. No wonder Yaya’s so bright.”

“Fang’er, I—”

Her raised eyebrow silenced him. “Fine, fine! I’ll quit!”

“But you’ll have to make it up to me.”

Sweeping her into his arms, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, voice rough with promise:

“Let’s go make a baby.”