Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

Su Jiaojiao told him all the information she knew, except that she had transmigrated into a book. Instead, she turned everything into a parallel space-time theory.

After she finished, Song Qinghan roughly understood what was going on, although there was a lot of shocking information in it.

“Water.” Song Qinghan brought a glass of water over.

Su Jiaojiao finished drinking and fell directly on him like she was sucked dry of energy.

Song Qinghan nodded. After putting down Su Jiaojiao’s cup, he held Su Jiaojiao in his arms tightly like before. The matchmaker system had already covered its eyes and ran out.

Now it had a physical body, it would naturally explore the world.

Su Jiaojiao thought he would ask about the developments of the future in more detail. Unexpectedly, he just said, “The future seems like a great place to live.”

The world portrayed by his wife was so beautiful.

Su Jiaojiao smiled and nodded, “Yes, it’s great there.” She raised her head and tried to look at Song Qinghan, saying, “Technology will develop quickly in the future. After the gaokao is reinstated [1], there will be more talents in the country, and society will enter a stage of rapid development. Do you want to know which industry will be the most profitable?”

Song Qinghan shook his head, looked at her, and asked seriously, “Where did you live in the original world? How old were you? What was the name of your family?”

Su Jiaojiao’s eyes flickered for a moment. Although he was older than her now, she was a bit older than him before transmigrating. She never said her age after she turned twenty, and she shamelessly said she was always 18 when talking to others on the internet.

Now Song Qinghan was asking for this information, Su Jiaojiao said, “Why are you asking this?”

Song Qinghan replied, “I’m afraid that one day you will go back there and I’ll need to find you.”

He looked at the person in his arms. It turns out she was from the future, and there was so much knowledge in her mind. We…aren’t of the same world.

Song Qinghan suddenly felt a little fear and inferiority.

If she suddenly appeared here, would she suddenly disappear as well?

As he thought of this, Song Qinghan felt great unease.

Su Jiaojiao said weakly, “There’s no way my world’s the same as yours. Besides, it’d be a difference of forty-five years even if it were!”

Song Qinghan looked at her stubbornly with dark eyes, insisting on her saying.

Su Jiaojiao suddenly couldn’t laugh. Song Qinghan wasn’t being unreasonable. If she transmigrated here inexplicably, could she transmigrate back inexplicably too?

She also began to feel a little scared, and her voice lowered. She turned around and hugged him, whispering, “In my previous life, I was also called Su Jiaojiao, 23 years old. I lived in…”

“Don’t worry. Even if this happens, I’ll find you.” Song Qinghan reassured her and patted her back.

When Su Jiaojiao thought of such a scene, she felt sore in her heart as her tears started flowing.

She wanted to say that he shouldn’t look. After all, there’s a difference of more than forty years.

But she couldn’t bear to say that…

*****

As a person from the 21st century, Su Jiaojiao wasn’t particularly to become pregnant and have children. After giving birth, a woman will have motherly instincts and become soft, and she has to take care of a child for many years.

Su Jiaojiao still thought of herself as a child, and when she thought of becoming a mother, she felt numb.

Song Qinghan never thought that he would get married and have children before he was married. When he returned to the village, he thought it would be the start of his retirement life, and not the start of a blessed life.

After getting married, he thought about having children.

But seeing Su Jiaojiao was unwilling, he was not particularly disappointed.

They still lived good lives.

It’s just that the conversation left a mark on them.

After careful consideration, Su Jiaojiao silently stopped the weekly contraceptive meal plan.

Song Qinghan immediately realized what she was doing and was delighted for many days.

So in the summer of 1973, Su Jiaojiao became pregnant.

At roughly the same time, her second sister-in-law Li Xiu had given birth to Su Jiaojiao’s fourth nephew. It was two pieces of good news at the same time.

Sun Fang had been anxious Su Jiaojiao hadn’t become pregnant yet but thought it through after a bit. After all, she already had four grandchildren, and if push comes to shove, they could always adopt. However, she felt reassured now her daughter became pregnant.

But Su Zhengyang was particularly uncomfortable, as the fact Su Jiaojiao has married and is part of another family hasn’t sunken in until now.

Now his daughter was going to be a mother. It shocked him, and he was in a daze for several days.

She was pregnant?

It felt like yesterday when she was just a baby!

She was an adult now!

Su Jiaojiao couldn’t help but laugh when faced with Su Zhengyang’s attitude.

Song Qinghan’s parents would also come to see her from time to time. Su Jiaojiao thought about staying at the city for a while, but she was pregnant and riding for several hours in the car was exhausting. So they told them to stay in the country.

The countryside is open and there are few people, and there wasn’t a lot of hubbub.

It is the same for them to come over for a few days if they have time. With the incentive of a future grandchild, Song Qinghan’s parents weren’t tired at all and were full of energy.

Su Jiaojiao turned one of the rooms into a guest room so they could rest.

They treated her even more favourably, and sent her goods like they were free. As long as Su Jiaojiao said she wanted something, they would definitely bring it over next time they came.

Su Jiaojiao has always been in good spirits and good health. She ate a nourishing medicated diet and made herself sweets when she suffered from morning sickness. With her parents, parents-in-law and Song Qinghan’s care, her figure became round again.

But this time, she still maintained the habit of exercising, so she was fine.

Armos D. Platypus: Note that the story’s characters does not reflect the author or my opinion. Also, 20 is way too young to have children, even in the 70s! At least wait until you’re in your mid-20s or something