She was rejected because of infertility, but remarried a disabled tycoon and had triplets in one pre

As soon as Ren Rongzheng blurted out the question, she was met with Zhan Beiqin's cold and piercing gaze. She immediately regretted asking so directly.

How many do you want?

Ren Rongzheng had never thought about this problem before.

"I need to think about this some more." Ren Rongzheng's eyes darted around and he came up with another idea. He leaned closer to Zhan Beiqin and said in a very consultative tone, "The bride price is usually given by the groom to the bride's parents, and then the bride brings the bride price back with her when they get married."

"It's too much trouble for your parents to give it to my parents first, and then my parents to give it to me. Why not just cut out the middleman and have your Zhan family give the bride price to me directly? How about that?"

Entrepreneurial funds are always a welcome addition.

Upon hearing Ren Rongzheng's wishful thinking, Zhan Beiqin gave a cold snort and did not answer her, but continued eating.

Zhan Beiqin's personality really frustrated her. If it's okay, it's okay; if it's not okay, it's not okay. Just give her a straight answer.

"Would my suggestion be feasible?"

"Don't talk while eating."

"..."

Well, he's a soldier after all, and he has a lot of rules, so let's just go along with him. Ren Rongzheng didn't say anything and lowered his head to eat with him.

After finishing his meal, Zhan Beiqin took a book, pushed his wheelchair to the window, and began to read.

Ren Rongzheng looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table and sighed. Women in this era are really pathetic. They have to do everything, from cooking to washing dishes. Men won't even pick up a soy sauce bottle if it falls over.

Especially since Zhan Beiqin is disabled, it's even more difficult to gradually tame him with modern ideas. She'll just have to endure it for a couple of days, and then hire a nanny after the official wedding.

She wasn't given a second chance at life to serve men and do housework.

Ren Rongzheng quickly washed the dishes and cleaned the room. Only after finishing all the housework did she realize that Zhan Beiqin was still reading by the window.

"It's so late, don't you need to go to the military region?" Ren Rongzheng asked.

"I'm on vacation today."

A vacation? That would mean spending a day alone with this man.

“Our marriage application has already been submitted. We should meet each other’s parents before the wedding. My father and sister live far away in the countryside, and it’s inconvenient for them due to special circumstances. But your home is not far from the military region. It would be inappropriate for me, the prospective son-in-law, not to visit before the wedding. Please get ready, and I will go home with you tonight.”

Go home with her tonight?

Fine, she also wants to see her stepmother and sister's angry reactions.

"Alright, it's only right for the prospective son-in-law to come over."

“A prospective son-in-law can’t come empty-handed on his first visit. I have trouble walking, so I’ll make a list and give you the money. Go buy it.” Zhan Beiqin always spoke in a commanding tone.

Ren Rongzheng couldn't help but curse him in his heart. This was no better than adding items to the shopping cart and making her pay for them herself.

But this way she can continue to stroll around the city and doesn't have to face his icy face here, which is good.

“Okay, I promise I’ll remember every single expense clearly and won’t spend a penny more than you should.” After Ren Rongzheng finished speaking, he reached out to him for the money. “Give me the money.”

After hearing this, Zhan Beiqin pushed his wheelchair back to his room. After a short while, he pushed it out again and handed her the shopping list and cash.

Ren Rongzheng glanced at it; it was fifteen yuan.

Okay, that's quite good. In her opinion, spending a single penny on the Ren family would be a waste, but after all, it's about Zhan Beiqin's reputation, so the formalities still need to be followed.

“Your Ren family is wealthy, while my monthly allowance is limited. I can’t compare. If you think it’s too little, there’s nothing I can do.”

Seeing that Ren Rongzheng had taken the money but hadn't left yet, Zhan Beiqin spoke up again.

Listen to this sarcastic remark; can you detect a hint of inferiority in the other person?

"No, this is already quite a lot. You can rest at home, I'll go out and buy more right away."

After saying that, Ren Rongzheng ran out in a flash, then rode her cool bicycle out of the yard.

Yesterday, Ren Rongzheng became famous overnight. People who walked by her couldn't help but turn around and look at her, and then they huddled together and whispered to each other.

"You little hussy, you're only good because you're the factory manager's daughter, aren't you? Look how badly you've been burned."

Ren Rongzheng rode her bicycle past Zhang Laifu's yard. Jiang Shufen, who was collecting clothes in the yard, saw her and immediately pouted, muttering to herself in displeasure.

“This is a military compound, not your family’s steel factory. I’m the wife of your husband, a high-ranking officer. Do you think I can’t handle you? We’ll see about that.”

Ren Rongzheng had already deeply experienced this in just one day and one night.

It's true that where there are many women, there is much gossip, especially in this day and age. Without cell phones and good entertainment, these women are idle all day long, scheming, wielding their wits, shedding tears, and putting on a smiling face while spreading rumors.

How boring!

Ren Rongzheng went for a leisurely stroll around the city by herself, buying all the items on Zhan Beiqin's shopping list and carefully noting down the price of each item in her notebook.

"I've bought everything. You can check the items on your shopping list."

"No need." Zhan Beiqin didn't look at what she had bought, but instead ordered, "Help me take a bath."

"You took a shower again?"

"Since this is my first time visiting my father-in-law's house, I naturally need to wash up properly. Now that you've finished washing me, it's time for me to go out."

"……Row."

Daddy, go ahead and wash, go ahead and wash, who can wash you better?

Ren Rongzheng had no choice but to push him into the bathroom again. This was the second time, and it was easy to do. However, when he saw his injured leg, he couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.

“When Granny Wang went to arrange a marriage, she told me you were in a wheelchair. I thought your legs had been blown off or gone. But you still have both legs, right? There should be a chance to heal you. Don’t give up,” Ren Rongzheng said while bathing him.

"The doctor said it can't be cured."

"You can't just listen to one doctor. You should go to a big hospital and see several specialists. Or you can be patient and wait a few years. Medical care is underdeveloped now, but it will be much more advanced in a few years. It won't be difficult for you to get back on your feet."

Ren Rongzheng's words still seemed to come out of her head, and she slowly raised her head to look at Zhan Beiqin. He was expressionless, and she couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"I mean, medical care will definitely become more and more advanced, so don't be discouraged."

Zhan Beiqin remained silent.

After giving Zhan Beiqin a bath, Ren Rongzheng pushed him out the door. It was his first time visiting his father-in-law's house, and as a military leader, he was treated with the pomp and circumstance expected of a leader.

Military off-road vehicles, and dedicated drivers for the Battle of Beiqin.

After the car entered the street where the Ren family lived, Ren Rongzheng said, "Comrade Political Commissar, please pull over and stop the car for a moment. I need to go and tell my parents first. They are getting old and might not be prepared. If you come directly to their door, it might scare them."

"Pull over," Zhan Beiqin instructed the driver.

After the driver pulled over, Ren Rongzheng got out of the car first, walked to the outside of the Ren family compound, and then pushed open the door to go inside. Liu Lanying was sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, dressed like Pigsy in a suit, pretending to be a foreigner and drinking coffee.

"Oh dear, didn't you run away from home yesterday, threatening to separate from us? It's only been one night, and you're already shamelessly back? What? Zhan Beiqin doesn't want you either?"

"I told you long ago, no matter how beautiful you are, you can't have children, so you're no match for that fertile pig. You got kicked out by your husband again, didn't you?"

Liu Lanying spoke very loudly, as if she was afraid that people passing by her house wouldn't hear her, but that was exactly the effect Ren Rongzheng wanted.