Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1530 - 1531: Deep Affection and Sweet Tenderness
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Even without Cheng Su pointing it out, Qi Taiguo sensed his life brimming with good fortune. Holding the rank of deputy battalion commander, he knew that with a bit of luck and sufficient military merits, greater heights awaited him down the road.
His professional path flowed without hitches, prospects gleaming ahead, while his wife excelled in her own work at home. Their household never fretted over meals or sustenance, unlike many others scraping by daily or bickering endlessly over finances.
Now they even boasted a son, securing the family lineage. No longer did he fear lacking someone to care for his parents if duty claimed him on a mission.
Back in his hometown, both parents remained hale and hearty, his brother showed great potential, and though his two sisters faced some bumps, they managed decently enough.
Thus, Qi Taiguo brimmed with pride and drive. He harbored no fantasies of skyrocketing fame, yet he stood ready to strive and toil, unburdened by rear worries, striding forth boldly.
A spouse who dragged him down? No—hers offered backing and vital links instead. Wasn’t this sheer ancestral grace?
Deep down, Qi Taiguo marveled at his stellar fortune, rising from rural roots in an era where ties and favors greased every wheel.
Clasping Cheng Su’s hand firmly as they strolled, Qi Taiguo murmured, "These years, you’ve handled it all from the shadows, paving my smooth path. Wife, I owe you so much—I’m glad I didn’t sulk and ditch our union back then. Thank heavens you didn’t flee from my gruffness."
Cheng Su answered, "Perhaps it’s the original owner’s doing!"
The first Cheng Su’s crush on Qi Taiguo had drawn her here, letting this version take over.
Halting in his tracks, Qi Taiguo shook his head firmly. "No, your arrival proves it—you didn’t bolt because your resolve holds firm. With her, who knows if we’d endure? Divorce would’ve hit early, I bet!"
That earlier Cheng Su burned with temper, lacked maturity, clung possessively, and seethed with jealousy. Qi Taiguo, ever the macho type, chafed at any leash. Two headstrong souls—could harmony reign?
Mastery of yielding softness to conquer rigidity? Cheng Su wielded it masterfully, respecting limits with smart strategy. He surrendered gladly to her charm, but another? Unlikely.
Cheng Su stayed silent.
"That’s why I cherish you and give thanks for you." Qi Taiguo rested hands on her shoulders. "Cheng Su, thank you for entering my world."
A warm surge stirred in Cheng Su’s heart; she landed a light, teasing jab on his chest. "What mischief have you pulled? This mushy side’s got me all uneasy."
Qi Taiguo laughed heartily, drawing her close. Her milky scent wafted to his nose, filling him with bliss. "My sole guilt? Not cherishing you enough in the past. I yearn only for our enduring bond."
Cheng Su wrapped arms around his waist. "I’ve packed on so much weight—doesn’t it bother you?"
"Rubbish, it’s perfect." Qi Taiguo gave her full rear a squeeze. "Feels divine—I’d savor it forever."
"You rascal!" Cheng Su shoved him off, pretending outrage.
Qi Taiguo’s laughter rang out anew as he recaptured her hand, the pair wandering the yard in tender harmony. A gentle gust swept through, bearing the crisp aroma of nearby Scented Pelargonium, heightening their pure bliss.