You are my support, my wife, and the one who saves me from loneliness.

It was you who gave me a warm home and allowed me to become a mother-in-law and a grandmother again from a widow, with children and grandchildren Chenghuan.

You can't fall down!

Thousands of words weighing on Wang Cuilian's heart turned into the gentle wiping between the woman's fingers.

After wiping Blacksmith Luo's mouth, Luo Fengtang came over.

Wang Cuilian said: "Tang Yazi came to see you again. During the time when you were sick, Tang Yazi also lost a lot of weight."

Following Wang Cuilian's words, Blacksmith Luo raised his head and looked at Luo Fengtang, who was walking towards the bed.

As expected, I lost a lot of weight, and there was a circle of green stubble on my face, which I didn't even bother to shave.

Blacksmith Luo felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and secretly made up his mind that when he recovered from his illness, he would have to pay attention to his health in the future, and he would no longer be able to act according to his own temper.

Otherwise, it will be the family members who are dragged down.

"I'll have a chat with Tang Yazi, you can go about your business." Blacksmith Luo raised his head and said to Wang Cuilian in front of him.

Wang Cuilian nodded, turned and left the room.

…

When Luo Fengtang returned to his and Yang Ruoqing's bedroom in the backyard, he saw Yang Ruoqing lying on the desk with an account book spread out in front of her and an abacus.

It was obvious that she was doing accounting earlier.

"Why are you lying down? Are you tired? If you are tired, stop looking and rest."

Luo Fengtang came to the desk, raised his hand and gently touched Yang Ruoqing's hair, his tone full of concern.

Yang Ruoqing tried her best to sit up and smiled at him, but her smile was not that natural.

"I'm not tired, but my waist is a little sore..." she said.

"My waist is sore, isn't it tiring?" Luo Fengtang suddenly became nervous. Without any explanation, he leaned down, picked her up and walked towards Ruantan.

When Yang Ruoqing was in his arms, she was a little embarrassed to tell him that her soreness in the back was not because of tiredness, but because of something that happens to all women...

"Weird," Luo Fengtang muttered suddenly. Then, he took her hand again and put it on his cheek.

"Qing'er, why are your hands so cold? This weather shouldn't be..." he asked doubtfully.

Realizing something, he suddenly became nervous.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I'll ask a doctor for you!"

Luo Fengtang was a man of action and was about to get up and go find the doctor, but Yang Ruoqing grabbed his sleeve.

"You are so impatient, wait for me to finish my words first. You have already judged me before I even opened my mouth. I'm so dizzy!" she said with a wry smile.

Luo Fengtang had a look of urgency on his face: "You're about to faint, aren't you sick? Could it be that you've been over the illness from waiting in front of my uncle these past few days? No, I have to go find a doctor..."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes, this impatient idiot!

"Don't go, the doctor doesn't care about this, I'm having my period!"

Do we have to force her to say it herself? Really!

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and paused in front of her, holding her cold hand with both hands, looking her up and down with concerned eyes, and then grinned a little awkwardly.

"I almost made a joke, hehe..." he said.

Yang Ruoqing gave him an angry look and curled her lips.

When he curled his lips, there seemed to be a knife twisting in his stomach. His waist was so sore that he couldn't straighten up. Sitting there, he felt as if his backbone had been ripped out.

Seeing her like this, Luo Fengtang couldn't help laughing.

"What? It feels so bad?" he asked again, his eyes full of worry.

Yang Ruoqing didn't want him to worry, so she tried her best to smile, "It's okay, women are like this, they have to suffer something every month, it won't hurt, don't worry!"

This pretended to be relaxed tone did not alleviate Luo Fengtang's worries.

He knew her well, and she had always been a very tolerant person when it came to pain.

Although she had a smile on her face and looked indifferent, her face was unusually pale. Her lips, which used to be red with peach blossom petals, had lost their luster, and her hands were even colder.

Since it was inconvenient to ask a doctor, he must do something for her!

"Qing'er, please lie down first." He helped Yang Ruoqing lie down on the couch, took a thin blanket and gently covered her abdomen.

It was much more comfortable to lie down than to sit there and hold on. Yang Ruoqing curled up into a ball on her side and kept taking deep breaths.

When she was a girl in her mother's family, her menstrual period was on time every month, and she basically only had a little discomfort.

After we got married, I almost didn’t feel anything at all. The aunts and sisters-in-law said that this was because of the benefits of pregnancy and childbirth...

This time, she originally had three to five days until her due date, but her menstrual period came early.

She suspected that it had something to do with taking care of Blacksmith Luo, who had been taking care of him day and night these days.

The biological clock is disrupted, coupled with worry and anxiety, emotional tension, and fatigue, the disordered menstruation leads to strong physical discomfort.

But the reason was her own speculation, and she didn't want to tell Tang Yazi, lest he feel guilty again.

The main force taking care of Blacksmith Luo is Luo Fengtang and aunt Wang Cuilian.

He is more tired than himself...

"Qing'er, come on, let me feed you this brown sugar and sesame water first. This is good to drink, it will warm your body and replenish your blood."

Luo Fengtang pulled back his wandering thoughts.

He returned to the bedside, holding a bowl with a spoon in his hand.

"I'm not terminally ill. There's no need to feed me for this little problem. I'll do it myself!" Yang Ruoqing raised the corners of her lips and said softly.

But Luo Fengtang still carefully helped her up.

Yang Ruoqing took the spoon, and he held the bowl in front of her.

"Be careful, it's a bit hot," he warned.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, took a spoonful of brown sugar water, blew on it, and drank it into her mouth.

Oh my goodness……

Seeing the subtle change in her expression, Luo Fengtang quickly asked: "How is it? Is it sweet?"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him and asked, "Idiot, did you accidentally knock over the candy jar?"

Luo Fengtang blinked, a little confused.

But then he realized the ridicule in Yang Ruoqing's words.

He also took a taste and then knitted his brows together.

"I'm so stupid, I can't even make sugar water. It's so useless!" He cursed to himself in frustration.

"Qing'er, don't drink this bowl yet, I'll make you another bowl..."

"No, I just like to drink this. If it's too sweet, it's like honey. My man brewed this for me. I won't change it!" Yang Ruoqing's tone was a bit coquettish.

Luo Fengtang also forced a smile and said, "Silly girl, I'll make you a new one. It was also made by your man. It's the same."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head again: "Don't bother, this bowl will be fine."

Luo Fengtang couldn't stop her stubbornness, so he had to watch her drink.

Although it is very sweet and a bit greasy, Yang Ruoqing is reluctant to throw it away because it is Tang Yazi's heart.

It was not his fault that there was too much sugar, nor was it his clumsiness. It was just that he was too anxious at the time, so he just scooped up two more spoons of sugar...

Seeing her drinking the brown sugar and sesame water all night long and burping, Luo Fengtang was deeply moved, but at the same time he couldn't bear to look at her.

Will that sugar water make Qing'er's white and straight teeth so sweet that they fall off?

Thinking of this, he quickly went to get some water to rinse her mouth, taking care of her carefully, and finally filled her with a hot water bag and put it against her lower abdomen.
Chapter completed!