Chapter 393
Pei JianGuo, even as muddled as he was, could still clearly distinguish the relative importance of things. Without work, unless he wanted to go drink the northwest wind, he had no choice.
But Liu Chunhua didn't know, or wouldn't bother to care about such things. She only wholeheartedly wanted a child of her own.
In her heart, without a child to hold them together, her relationship with Pei JianGuo would always be unstable. What if when she grew old and lost her looks, or if later on when he was old his son drove her away? She was afraid she would only be able to tragically die on the streets.
Even if life was hard and poor, she had to have her own child.
After much reassuring, Liu Chunhua finally gradually stopped crying.
Pei JianGuo didn't look the slightest bit upset, but rather felt somewhat relieved.
She had already said she didn't plan on having any more children. And since it was his fault she miscarried, and now he wouldn't let her have a child, he always felt a little guilty deep down.
But she couldn't get pregnant. He still felt guilty, but also felt a sense of relief.
Don't blame him for being so selfish. He would treat her well in the future. He would treat her well for a lifetime.
Holding the doctor‘s diagnosis that had been prescribed to Liu Chunhua, Pei JianGuo didn't even notice she had gone to an unknown small clinic. Furthermore, what was written was that the chances of getting pregnant were low, not that she absolutely could not get pregnant.
This was also a contingency plan Liu Chunhua had long thought of. That way, even if she did get pregnant later, when Pei JianGuo went to the doctor, her path would not be completely cut off.
In the next few days, Pei JianGuo was even better to Liu Chunhua, and even started learning to do some housework, and was also more generous with money, just to make up for his faults against her.
Liu Chunhua also breathed a sigh of relief. These past few days, except for when he was working, he had been home the whole time. He probably hadn't gone to take contraceptives.
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Pei Jing spent a few more days at home accompanying Zhi Xia, and she also tried her best to adjust her state of mind. Although the days together were extremely blissful, she couldn’t keep him at home accompanying her forever.
Zhi Xia called Hu Zhou over to discuss views on this matter.
And Hu Zhou was no longer meeting Zhi Xia for the first time. For her proposal, he agreed without even thinking about it.
He had raised doubts about her ideas before, but clearly, every time he had been brutally slapped in the face, and she had told him with results just how correct Zhi Xia’s decisions were.
He was currently in a state of confusion. Impatient to begin with, now with someone pointing the way, whether the path led anywhere or not, he definitely wanted to give it a try.
Pei JianGuo, who had been sitting on the bench for a long time in the Construction Bureau, was called into the director's office.
He sat uneasily across from the director, and heard the other party say, "Comrade Pei, I assume you've heard about the construction of the city center land?"
"I've heard," Pei JianGuo said rather apprehensively, mainly because he didn't know what this matter had to do with him.
But he knew in his heart that the director would not call him in for no reason to talk about these things.
"You’ve been with our bureau for some time now. I’ll get straight to the point..."
When he came out of the director's office, Pei JianGuo's face was ash-colored.
For others, this might be a very good opportunity to render meritorious service, but he knew better than anyone what the situation was between him and An ZhiXia.
He didn’t necessarily mind lowering his head to look for her help, the key was that he wasn’t sure if she would give him the time of day.
It wasn’t as if there was any deep hatred between them, just some trivial matters, as well as the issue with Gao Qingcheng.
He suspected that fate was deliberately messing with him. He had been working very hard to live properly, so how could he escape An ZhiXia’s clutches?
His head was full of thoughts, but he couldn’t overcome the coercion of reality.
He could only hope that An ZhiXia would be magnanimous, and see that the matter was long past, and that she had already pressed him down. At the very least, to give him a little face and not make things too ugly.