The 70s Novel: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Lie Down-Chapter 235: Psychological Gap

A banquet that left hosts and guests equally satisfied.

After the wedding, Wang Miaomiao specially took her family to visit several tourist spots in Beijing for a day.

She wanted them to stay a few more days, but it wasn’t possible. They all had jobs and responsibilities; they couldn’t just indulge in leisure and neglect their livelihoods.

Rushing in and then rushing out, Wang Miaomiao stood at the station, watching the departing train with indescribable sadness.

Wang Zhaodi, holding Zhu Zheng, looked through the train window at the couple on the platform. One tall, one short, a perfect match made in heaven, standing out in the crowd, the most striking presence...

She felt a slight pang of bitterness in her heart.

Zhu Zicheng put away the luggage, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Wang Zhaodi, "Zhaodi, have a sip of water. Are you tired? You can put Zeng Er down now."

Zhu Zheng squirmed in her arms, sulking in his small tantrum. Hearing his dad’s words, he squirmed even more, pleading, "Mommy, let me down, I want to play with Guai Guai."

Wang Zhaodi listened, growing more agitated, and spanked his bottom lightly, saying in annoyance, "Play, play, running all over the place, watch out for kidnappers who might sell you."

Little Zhu Zheng’s heart was terribly upset, thinking his mom was mean, and he pouted in quiet anger.

"Hey, why hit the kid? If he wants to go, let him go. Why hold him back?" Zhu Zicheng, seeing her getting angry without reason, felt a bit helpless. Noticing their son drooping his head and lacking energy, he suggested, "Come, Zeng Er, Daddy will take you to find your cousin to play with."

"Oh... okay, let’s find little cousin..." Upon hearing this, Zhu Zheng instantly beamed with joy, squirming to get down.

As Zhu Zicheng spoke, the couple exchanged glances a few times. In the end, Wang Zhaodi yielded to Zhu Zheng’s cheerful face, and she let him go, feeling a sour pang in her heart.

Zhu Zheng turned and dashed into Zhu Zicheng’s arms like a little cannonball. Zhu Zicheng glanced at Wang Zhaodi, a hint of light sorrow in his eyes, and then left with Zhu Zheng.

When they came, they were a group of twelve people. The two children didn’t need sleeper tickets; they could just squeeze in with the adults.

Ten adults: Wang Baoxing and Liu Yulan, Yang Zhigang, Wang Pandi with Yang Qingwen perfectly filled a four-person compartment, while Liu Yuxiang’s family and Liu Yufeng filled another. Zhu Zicheng and Wang Zhaodi had to share with others.

At this moment, two men across the compartment piled their belongings and took off their shirts to cool off. Wang Zhaodi avoided them in disgust—the smell of sweat was overwhelming; it seemed they hadn’t bathed in a long time.

Sigh... she lay on the bed, feeling irritable, while the conversation between the two men continued in her ears. Something about the goods selling well this time, or that they should get more electronic watches...

From their fragmented conversation, Wang Zhaodi realized they were peddlers, and the large bags piled up must be their merchandise.

Wang Zhaodi looked at those burlap sacks, lost in thought...

Zhu Zicheng returned after sending their child over, saw his wife lying on the bed, and assuming she was still mad, sat beside her to console, "Don’t be angry anymore. The kid is still young; it’s rare for him to have fun with his cousin. They’re relatives; it’s good for them to be close from a young age. Sigh... He’s usually very well-behaved at home. Look at the other kids in the village; which one isn’t mischievous? Our Zeng Er is the most gentle and obedient..."

Zhu Zicheng rambled on for quite a while, seeing no reaction from her, he felt discouraged. No one likes warm intentions met with cold eyes, so he sighed, gave up trying to comfort her, and climbed to the upper bunk to rest.

Wang Zhaodi naturally heard her husband’s reasoning but chose not to respond. She was annoyed and preoccupied with important things and didn’t want to be distracted.

She closed her eyes, reminiscing on the sights she witnessed in Beijing this time. The bustle and prosperity of the big city were worlds apart from the small Red Star Town, no comparison at all.

Thinking about Wang Miaomiao’s current life—spacious luxurious house, newly-built grand factory, thriving business, private car for commuting, a leisurely job as a teacher, a handsome and dashing husband in a leadership role, and a respected in-law family—hah... It seemed like all the enviable, beautiful things were easily hers.

Then thinking about herself—a lovely son, a somewhat considerate husband, a troublesome in-law family, a distant maternal family, struggling with small trades from dawn to dusk—although she earned some money, she felt it was far from enough. She believed she shouldn’t just settle for such a life...

Wang Zhaodi spent the entire journey in self-pity and resentment. Her son remained in the neighboring compartment, and she was too preoccupied to care about him, having quite a carefree mindset.

Fortunately, Liu Yulan and her family were trustworthy. They locked the compartment door; inside, it was all family, leaving the two children free to climb around and play.

Wang Baoxing watched over them throughout the journey, proudly guarding them, unable to hide the smile on his face.

Although Wang Pandi kept an eye on the two kids, she was also somewhat absent-minded.

Noticing her distraction, Liu Yulan asked with curiosity, "Pandi, what are you thinking about?"

Wang Pandi snapped back and smiled, "Just thinking about Miaomiao, she really found a good man and landed in a nest of blessings." Her tone showed no jealousy, only genuine happiness for her.

"Indeed." Liu Yulan spoke with a hint of pride. She was the center of attention yesterday as the bride’s family, sharing the glory.

"But you’re not bad either. Both my sons-in-law are excellent choices. Now, if you and Gangzi have a son, that would be perfect." Liu Yulan praised both her sons-in-law equally, without missing a beat.

Speaking of children, it was a concern for Wang Pandi. It was nearly three years since she gave birth to Yang Qingwen, and despite not avoiding conception, she hadn’t had another child. Seeing adorable and lively Zhu Zheng, she yearned even more for a son.

Hearing his mother-in-law’s words, Yang Zhigang noticed the change in Wang Pandi’s expression and promptly said, "Mom, we’re not in a hurry. Guai Guai is still small. We can spoil her while there’s no second child; it’s wonderful."

Over the several years of marriage to Wang Pandi, Yang Zhigang had doted on Yang Qingwen and consistently treated Wang Pandi with kindness. It was this kindness that made Wang Pandi all the more determined to have a son to continue the family line.

Yang Zhigang was somewhat aware of Wang Pandi’s wishes, making him even more compelled to treat her well.

Nobody knows whether this cycle is good; now, having a son seemed to be turning into Wang Pandi’s obsession, which may not be a good thing.

Having a son or daughter is fate; the more anxious she became, the less likely she was to conceive...

"Alright, alright, you’re not in a hurry. Just let things happen naturally," Liu Yulan wasn’t trying to pressure her daughter. Seeing her son-in-law speak up, she naturally followed his lead.

"Our Guai Guai is so adorable; grandma can’t get enough of spoiling her..."

"Grandma, what about me?"

"Yes, Zeng Er is also adorable, can’t get enough of spoiling him too."

"Hehe..."