Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

"Hmm, no." Jiang Weidong's expression changed, and he turned his head away, refusing her for the first time.

Lin Wangshu cupped his head, turned it back to its original position, and asked with a wronged and puzzled expression, "Why?"

Because his future was uncertain, because he didn't know if he would come back alive, and because if something happened to him, he didn't want Xiaoyue to stay by his side for the rest of his life.

Jiang Weidong couldn't say any of this. He suppressed all his thoughts and looked at Lin Wangshu, saying, "Watching a little life grow slowly from the size of a grain of rice."

"Such a sacred thing cannot be enjoyed by you alone. I also want to witness it with you."

"Moreover, as your husband, I want to take care of you, and I want to pat your back when you have morning sickness."

"When your feet are swollen, I want to massage them for you; when you're craving something sweet, I want to run all over town just to buy what you want to eat."

These were all complaints Jiang Weidong heard from his comrades whose wives were pregnant. He wasn't married at the time, but he listened with great interest and secretly kept them in mind.

Lin Wangshu's eyes welled up with tears. She looked away and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll be very ugly then, fat, and my face will be covered in spots."

Jiang Weidong chuckled and shook his head. "No, in my eyes, Little Moon will always be the most beautiful."

“So,” Jiang Weidong kissed her cheek, “don’t let me miss out on someone like you, okay?”

After learning that Jiang Weidong was going to the battlefield, Lin Wangshu felt uneasy, which made her eager to leave something for him.

Having a child was the first option she could think of.

Jiang Weidong saw through these things, so he used his own methods to soothe Lin Wangshu's fear and unease.

Therefore, that night, Jiang Weidong still took out the family planning supplies from the bedside drawer.

Moreover, compared to before, he was exceptionally gentle tonight, and every move he made was filled with longing and reluctance.

The day before they parted, Lin Wangshu took leave, and the two of them stayed in their small home instead of going anywhere else.

Jiang Weidong is a picky eater, and he loves Lin Wangshu's cooking the most because her cooking methods are novel and delicious.

But Lin Wangshu rarely cooked, firstly because she disliked the smell of cooking oil in the kitchen, and secondly because Jiang Weidong was unwilling to trouble him to satisfy his cravings.

So since they got married, the two of them have been eating at the cafeteria. Occasionally, Jiang Weidong would cook, and although his cooking skills weren't great, Lin Wangshu wasn't picky and would always eat it all.

Today, however, Lin Wangshu spared no expense in showcasing her culinary skills, donning an apron and heading straight into the kitchen.

While she was cooking, Jiang Weidong was right behind her, watching her intently. Wherever Lin Wangshu went, he followed her closely.

"Why don't you wait outside? There's so much smoke in here, it'll bother you," Lin Wangshu said with a helpless smile.

Jiang Weidong shook his head. "If you don't like the smell of cooking oil, then I'll use more oil, and you can use less."

“Besides,” Jiang Weidong smiled, “I just love looking at you, I can never get enough of it.”

Once the food was ready, Jiang Weidong picked up a spoon and tasted the steamed egg custard, exclaiming, "It tastes just like it did when I was a kid."

Lin Wangshu placed the rice in front of him and said with a smile, "Didn't you like to mix steamed egg custard with rice when you were little? Try it again."

"You still remember?" Jiang Weidong poured the steamed egg into the rice. "You taught me this. I don't know where you learned these strange ways of eating."

Lin Wangshu said smugly, "Of course I remember. I also remember that when you were little, you were angry with your older brother for several days over eggs."

When Jiang Weiguo was a child, he was stubborn. Once Jiang Defu scolded him, he would refuse to eat out of spite.

Jiang Weidong shared a room with him. Seeing that he was too hungry to sleep at night, he secretly boiled about ten eggs for him, adding sesame oil to them.

She was secretly pleased, thinking that Jiang Weiguo definitely couldn't eat that much, so they could each eat half, which would be perfect.

To his surprise, Jiang Weiguo ate them all while he was away, leaving not a single one behind. Jiang Weidong was so angry that he declared that he would not care about him even if he starved to death.

With so many eggs missing overnight, Anjie naturally wouldn't miss it, and the next day at the dinner table, she asked several children about it.

Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weidong looked at each other, neither of them saying a word, but they overlooked Jiang Weimin, the little traitor.

"Mom, my second brother ate it. I saw it last night!"

After hearing this, An Jie tapped Jiang Weidong with her chopsticks, "Are you that greedy? You ate more than a dozen eggs late at night. Don't you want a stomach?"

"I..." Jiang Weidong covered his head, too angry to speak, "It wasn't me, I didn't eat any, my older brother ate them all."

Jiang Weiguo remained calm and composed, saying, "Yes, I ate it."

But no one believed him; they just thought he was taking the blame for his younger brother again.

Jiang Weidong was so aggrieved that he skipped breakfast and went to school with his schoolbag.

Only Lin Wangshu believed it; she saw that a whole day had passed and Jiang Weidong was still sulking.

So that night, after everyone had gone back to their rooms, Lin Wangshu called Jiang Weidong out and secretly took two eggs to make him steamed egg custard.

"Don't feel wronged, I believe you. Here, this is to make up for it."

Jiang Weidong's eyes, which had been dull all day, finally lit up, and he said with emotion, "Really? Wang Shu, you're so kind. From now on, we'll be best friends!"

After taking a bite of the fragrant steamed egg custard, Jiang Weidong seemed to remember something and hesitated, "What if Mom finds out?"

He patted his chest and said, "You can still blame it on me then, I'm not afraid."

Lin Wangshu chuckled and shook her head, "No need, I'll have a plan tomorrow."

Sure enough, the next day, Anjie held up the unwashed bowl and asked who had secretly cooked for her again.

This time, Lin Wangshu raised her hand and stammered, "Mom, I saw him last night, it looked like Weimin."

Jiang Weimin looked at her in disbelief, "Big sister, you..."

Jiang Weidong looked at her with sparkling eyes, feeling sweet inside. As the second son who was always outshone by his eldest brother, he felt as if he had found a moon that liked him even more.

"Little Moon, did you like me when we were little?" Jiang Weidong remembered and looked at her with a beaming smile.

"No, there really isn't," Lin Wangshu hesitated for a moment, but still nodded against her will, "Yes, you're right."

"I knew it! Otherwise, you wouldn't have punished Weimin for tattling on my behalf." Jiang Weidong thought he had seen through her thoughts when she was young.

Actually, Lin Wangshu didn't do it for him. It was because Jiang Weimin always liked to tattle, and his brothers and sisters all rejected him. So Lin Wangshu tried to help him change this habit.

But there was no need to tell Jiang Weidong that, so Lin Wangshu still nodded, "Yes, you're right."

Happy times are always short-lived. That night, Lin Wangshu didn't sleep a wink, keeping her eyes open as she watched the sleeping Jiang Weidong, tracing his face with her gaze.

As dawn broke, Jiang Weidong was about to depart. This time, family members were not allowed to see him off at the station, so Lin Wangshu only saw him off to the door.

When Jiang Weidong arrived downstairs, Lin Wangshu, who had been watching him from the window, could no longer hold back her tears. She shouted, "Weidong, come back alive!"