Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

"I knew it." Wang Guixiang's lips curled into a smug smile.

"She's a proper young lady, shy and reserved. Unlike me..." Wang Guixiang paused, her words carrying a hint of candor.

Chen Yongqiang tightened his grip on her, ignoring her self-deprecating remark, and instead lowered his head: "Why bring her up? You're the one here now."

The corn leaves rustled all around, and the dense plants briefly isolated them from the outside world.

Wang Guixiang softened at his words, burying her face in his shoulder and temporarily setting aside those subtle thoughts of comparison.

Just as their breaths mingled and the surrounding temperature gradually rose, footsteps and the sounds of a man and a woman chatting suddenly came from the dirt road outside the cornfield.

Chen Yongqiang glanced outside, and Wang Guixiang froze instantly.

A voice came from outside: "Hey? That's strange, why are the corn stalks in that field over there shaking so violently?"

These words made the two people in the field hold their breath and dare not move.

Another voice chimed in, somewhat casually: "Where? Are you seeing things? It's the middle of the day, there's not even a breeze."

"Really, right there..." The voice seemed to persist.

Chen Yongqiang could feel Wang Guixiang's grip on his collar tighten. He gestured to her with his eyes to keep quiet.

Fortunately, another voice rang out again, urging, "Alright, alright, it was probably just a wild rabbit that ran off. Let's go, it's so hot, we should hurry home and get some water."

Footsteps sounded again, accompanied by a few mumbled words, and then gradually faded into the distance.

Only when complete silence returned outside did the two of them breathe a sigh of relief.

About half an hour later, Chen Yongqiang was the first to push aside the leaves and crawl out.

He quickly and warily scanned the deserted dirt road, but found no one.

He reached out and straightened the slightly disheveled hem of his clothes, then subconsciously tugged at the collar of his undershirt.

Immediately afterward, Wang Guixiang followed with her head down, her cheeks still flushed.

She turned her back, her fingers frantically tidying up her slightly messy hair, and then patting off the bits of grass stuck to her clothes.

Chen Yongqiang turned his head and looked at her: "Don't move."

He crouched down and reached out to pat the obvious mud stains on the knees of her pants.

Just then, a gloomy voice rang out behind them:

"What are you two doing?"

Wang Guixiang was startled and turned around in a panic. When she saw who it was, she couldn't utter a single word.

Standing in the middle of the road was her husband, Liu Qiaozhu.

Chen Yongqiang slowly stood up, his expression quite calm. Meeting Liu Qiaozhu's scrutinizing gaze, he spoke calmly:

"Brother Liu, don't misunderstand. Sister Guixiang tripped and fell on that embankment ahead. I happened to be passing by and helped her up."

"Yes, yes, yes," Wang Guixiang quickly responded.

"My knees hurt terribly from the fall, but thankfully Yongqiang happened to be passing by and helped me out."

Liu Qiaozhu's gaze lingered for a moment on Chen Yongqiang's composed face and Wang Guixiang's features.

He snorted heavily and yelled at Wang Guixiang, "What are you still standing here for! Get home and cook! Look at the time!"

Wang Guixiang hurriedly responded, slung her cloth bag over her shoulder, and almost ran to catch up with Liu Qiaozhu, who had already turned and strode away.

Chen Yongqiang stood there, watching the couple, one in front of the other and the other behind, walk away into the distance in a tense atmosphere.

He then patted the dirt off his hands.

But he couldn't help but think to himself: This Gui Xiang sister-in-law, her body is soft and her taste is sweet, like a ripe peach in summer, and juice can be squeezed out when you bite into it.

But behind this stolen sweetness lies considerable risk.

I managed to get away with it today by sheer luck, but from now on... I'll probably have to be more careful.

These wildflowers are fragrant, but they have thorns. If you don't pick them properly, you'll end up with your hands covered in blood.

Chen Yongqiang returned home, pushed open the courtyard gate, and called out, "Xiulian, I'm home!"

Lin Xiulian ran out of the kitchen in response, naturally reaching out to take the bamboo basket from his shoulder: "Brother Yongqiang is back! Are you hungry? There's still some pheasant meat left from yesterday, I just heated it up."

Chen Yongqiang put the basket on the ground, went into the kitchen, and lifted the pot lid to take a look.

The amount of pheasant meat in the pot was exactly the same as what was left over from last night.

He knew in his heart that the girl was hungry and waiting for him to come back so they could eat together.

"Peel a few potatoes and stew them with this meat."

As he gave the instructions, he poured the bag of rice he had bought into the rice jar next to the stove.

Lin Xiulian responded, took out the newly bought potatoes from the bamboo basket, and squatted down at the door to peel them.

She seemed to suddenly remember something: "Oh right, Yongqiang, the village chief came to our house this morning and asked you to go to the village office for a meeting tomorrow morning."

In Chen Yongqiang's memories of his previous life, the time for distributing land and property to individual households was approaching, but it would take a long time of wrangling before it could be implemented.

He closed the lid of the rice container and casually replied, "Okay."

My gaze swept over Lin Xiulian's profile as she intently peeled potatoes, and I remembered that Lin Xiuzhen used to squat in the same spot peeling potatoes.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at Wang Guixiang's home was completely different, tense to the point of being on the verge of conflict.

As soon as he entered the room, Liu Qiaozhu slammed his things on the table, his face dark with anger, and cursed, "You barren hen! I'm working myself to the bone outside, and you, in broad daylight, are flirting and exchanging glances with that Chen Yongqiang kid! Tell me! Haven't you two been having an affair for a while now?!"

Although Wang Guixiang's heart was still pounding, seeing that her husband only had suspicions and had not yet found concrete evidence, she became a little bolder.

She threw the cloth bundle onto the kang (a heated brick bed), put her hands on her hips, and shouted louder than her husband, "You, Liu! Are you ever going to stop? I just tripped and fell, and someone kindly helped me up, and you've turned it into something scandalous? You're going to throw this filth around like that? If you don't want to live like this anymore, then let's get a divorce! Who's afraid of who!"

"Fine, let's get a divorce!" Liu Qiaozhu was enraged, especially since he had touched on his biggest sore spot.

"You barren woman! You can't even give birth to a boy, and you still have the nerve to ask me for a divorce? What use are you to me?!"

"What did you say?! You heartless bastard!" Wang Guixiang screamed and pounced on him, reaching out to scratch Liu Qiaozhu's face.

Liu Qiaozhu shoved her aside and grabbed the enamel mug next to him, intending to smash it over her head.

A fight was about to break out, and the commotion had already alerted the neighbors.

Several neighbors rushed in and quickly pulled the two apart.

"Old Liu! Gui Xiang! What are you doing?! Stop it!"

"Why don't you two talk things out? Why resort to violence!"

"Exactly, it's so ugly to have made such a scene..."

With the neighbors' combined efforts of pulling and persuading, and their cajoling words of reassurance, Liu Qiaozhu sat down on a stool, panting heavily, and fell silent.