Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1529 - 1530: Marrying Me Is the Luck of Your Ancestors

Cheng Su felt helpless facing Chunhua and the others' complaints; it all came down to personal habits—why bother arguing?

"Here's an idea: next time it happens, just gently remind her that this is a shared space. It's not only us women passing through; men come around too, so she should watch out," Cheng Su suggested.

"That's probably our only option." Chunhua felt embarrassed and irritated, adding: "Hey, she's no clueless kid—why doesn't she care about her image? Even if sloppy, it shouldn't be this bad!"

Old Liang felt awkward mentioning it, and even Cheng Su, as a woman, sensed some discomfort.

Guiying nodded strongly in agreement: "It's just been a few days and already like this—how will we manage living together later?"

"So drop a subtle hint; maybe she's new here and hasn't broken her old habits yet!" Cheng Su offered this as an excuse, unsure what else to say.

Chunhua grumbled under her breath: "Strutting around outside without a bra—I wonder how they handled things in her hometown."

Cheng Su found the whole thing amusing.

After they departed, Mother Cheng chimed in: "I figure Sister-in-law Song can't distinguish right from wrong; she's not easy to handle."

Cheng Su sighed deeply; a neighbor's conduct really hinged on pure luck.

In merely a few days, Sister-in-law Song had already earned everyone's disdain. Sure, she was new and unaccustomed, but basics like closing the toilet door—everybody knows that. She might not care, yet others surely do.

To avoid further awkward episodes, Chunhua and the rest issued a reminder, pointing to the men passing by. But Sister-in-law Song shot back that those men stayed at the military most days, rarely returning to bother anyone, leaving Chunhua and others stunned and nearly erupting in anger. Fortunately, she grudgingly agreed to be more mindful of her image.

Cheng Su heard out Chunhua and the others' venting, and everyday life carried on unchanged.

On August 7th, both Cheng Su and Qi Xiaoqi marked their one-month milestone. Cheng Su bubbled with joy, savoring a thorough bath and hair wash, guzzling three or four buckets of water until fully pleased. This prompted Mother Cheng to chide her for squandering water, noting it wasn't like she'd tumbled into a latrine—did she need to fuss so much?

Cheng Su brushed it off; after surviving that scorching summer month, she not only bathed and shampooed but, after supper, handed Qi Xiaoqi to Mother Cheng and hauled Qi Taiguo downstairs for a brisk evening stroll.

August's moonlight gleamed brightly as Qi Taiguo eyed his wife, her face radiant from nutritious confinement meals, chuckling: "You look like you've been sprung from jail—so ecstatic?"

Cheng Su fired back: "Try being stuck indoors a full month, no outings, no baths or shampoos, just eat and sleep with no work, all swaddled in summer swelter? Good thing I dodged heat rash this time."

"All thanks to Mother-in-law's fine care." Qi Taiguo expressed genuine gratitude, grasping her hand: "You've toiled hard too."

"Good that you get it!" Cheng Su seized the moment to play coy and loving: "You must pamper me more from here on, or I'll turn our son against you."

"Feeling bold? Daring to threaten me now." Qi Taiguo feigned a stern glare.

Cheng Su stuck out her tongue, pulling a goofy face.

Qi Taiguo chuckled at her antics: "A mother now, yet still so capricious."

"A mom I'm still a fiery young-at-heart hottie—check me out: pretty, prosperous, and perfect wife material. Old Qi, wedding me has your ancestors beaming!" Cheng Su bragged without shame.

Qi Taiguo roared with laughter, agreeing fully: "Without question, it's like the Qi ancestors are bestowing their favor!"

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