Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1495 - 1496: Deep Pockets and Swagger
Previously on Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife...
Although Cheng Su felt unwilling deep down, she realized that everyone follows their own destiny and circumstances. Hualing's departure was inevitable, so she resolved to treasure these final days spent together.
The weekend had come around. With Hualing set to leave in mere days, the neighbors hated saying goodbye to her and crowded into her room for tea and lively talks.
"...Hualing, when you leave, who knows when we’ll see each other again?" Chunhua sighed. "Among the four families on our floor, you were the last to move in, and paradoxically, the first to move out."
True enough, Hualing and Chen Shouwang had tied the knot some time back, but living separately meant she joined them later. Shockingly, years on, she turned out to be the first one exiting.
"Yes! Just as we’ve gotten to know each other, you’re leaving. We won’t even know who will live in this room next or what kind of people they’ll be!" Guiying said with great reluctance.
Hearing the group's words, Hualing scanned the room, her eyes growing faintly dimmer. Who could've predicted that a simple platoon leader like Chen Shouwang would reach such a point?
She had never pictured a time when she wouldn't remain a military wife anymore.
Destiny sure loves its cruel jokes!
"The barracks stay, and soldiers come and go. Why are you all so sentimental about my retirement and career shift? It’s a common thing," Hualing said, feigning casualness.
"Everyone is just reluctant," Cheng Su teased.
"Just because I leave, does that mean we won’t stay in touch? Even if we meet less often, we can still have meals and tea together when there’s a chance!" Hualing declared boldly, acting confident.
The room erupted in laughter, as they all knew her words rang true on the surface, yet without blood ties or deep bonds, early contacts might happen but fade into distant warmth over time.
In the end, daily life marches forward. Folks chase their own paths, scrambling for livelihoods, making meal or tea meetups increasingly scarce.
Grasping this truth differed from voicing it outright. Nobody would shatter the moment now; they simply nodded along, treating her claim as perfectly natural.
"Actually, Cheng Su, among us here, you’re doing the best, the most prosperous. You’ve even become a bit famous, hitting the papers. You might become even more successful in the future – you won’t forget about me, will you?" Hualing joked while eyeing Cheng Su.
Cheng Su replied, "Forget? As you said, let’s just have tea when there’s time!"
Sensing the right moment to shift gears, Hualing dropped the subject and gazed at her belly instead, commenting, "It’s good that I won’t officially return to work over there until August. I can help arrange things for when you give birth this time."
"That’s very kind of you!" Cheng Su responded immediately. "Arrange a nicer hospital room for me; money is not an issue."
Cheng Su had already checked around and discovered the hospital offered no single delivery rooms, just shared ones with three or four beds, maybe a double at most.
Honestly, the hospital wasn't being cheap about it. Even city births happened in facilities; rural ones often at home with a midwife's help.
Plus, no private recovery rooms existed for childbirth in hospitals. Natural births usually meant discharge the next day. The reason? Keeping expenses low!
Considering everything, even if rooms existed, the hospital wouldn't pour many resources into maternity wards right now.
"Look at you, talking like you've got money to burn—truly enviable," Hualing chuckled, pointing at her. "There aren’t private rooms, but I can secure a double for you, which ought to be quiet."
Cheng Su beamed a smile and expressed her thanks.