Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1559 - 1560: I’m Not Confident

Qi Taiguo was utterly astounded by Cheng Su’s words, his expression one of profound shock as if struck by a bolt from the blue.

"Little Qi truly began to cry the moment she approached her?" Qi Taiguo questioned, a distinct frown creasing his brow.

Cheng Su nodded in confirmation. Noticing his darkening mood, she offered, "Perhaps the infant detected the scent of the medicinal ointment on Mom’s leg and simply did not wish to be held?"

This interpretation seemed far more palatable than suggesting the child perceived something unsettling on Mother Qi, as that notion bordered on the absurd and rather chilling.

Qi Taiguo, a man forged in the crucible of military life, possessed a robust and vigorous spirit. Yet, even he couldn't quite shake the unsettling image of some unseen, frightful entity shadowing his mother, causing the infant to wail upon seeing her!

However, he quickly banished this fanciful notion, deeming it unscientific and irrational.

"I concur, that is likely the reason," Qi Taiguo responded with a strained, somewhat forced chuckle.

Once the guests had departed, the elderly Master Cheng, weary from a day filled with activity, was escorted by Cheng Su to the guesthouse’s available room for his rest. Meanwhile, her own family remained at home, enjoying tea and conversation.

"Today marks the twelfth, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is but a few days away. Since both families are already present, why don't we extend our celebration here in Qing City before returning? It would undoubtedly be a more festive occasion," Qi Taiguo proposed.

"An excellent idea. With only Cheng Zhi and myself at home, our household is quite small," Father Cheng voiced his agreement first. He mused that without his wife present to tend to their daughter and grandson, the festive atmosphere of the holiday felt somewhat incomplete.

Father Qi, too, relished the prospect of spending additional days with his grandson. Despite the child’s tender age and inability to articulate words, the mere act of observing him brought him immense contentment and joy, especially considering he was his very first grandchild.

"What are your thoughts on this, dear?" he inquired of Mother Qi.

Mother Qi cast a glance from a distance at the infant cradled in Qi Fengping’s arms and replied, "Let us return home once the festival has passed."

Qi Taiguo chuckled, "In that case, I shall make arrangements for our accommodations for a few more days."

Father Qi, ever mindful of imposing, quickly added, "Would this cause too much inconvenience? If it proves troublesome, we could depart tomorrow!"

"Dad, it’s truly no burden at all. It’s merely a matter of lodging. Our own residence is rather cramped, hence our reliance on the guesthouse for your stay," Cheng Su explained. "As for meals, should we not be dining at home, we can easily frequent a restaurant; it presents no difficulty whatsoever."

"Dining at home would be perfectly acceptable; restaurants can be quite costly," Father Qi interjected promptly.

"It is our own establishment; what makes it costly?" Mother Qi murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Even if it belongs to us, expenditures must be accounted for, otherwise, our books won't tally correctly!" Father Qi admonished her gently with a glance.

Cheng Su wholeheartedly concurred, stating, "Dad is absolutely correct. Although the restaurant is under my ownership, there are other shareholders involved. When we dine there ourselves, careful track of expenses is still necessary. Should I personally approve the charges, they would be deducted directly from my salary."

Mother Qi appeared taken aback. "Even our own enterprises require financial considerations?" The realization dawned on her that perhaps the full moon banquet held earlier that day had incurred significant costs.

Laughter and lively conversation filled the air as the family chatted, time seeming to fly by. After seeing everyone settled into their rooms at the guesthouse, Cheng Su, accompanied by her child, also retired for the night.

Meanwhile, within the guesthouse, Mother Qi nudged her husband as they spoke, "Tomorrow, please take me to the temple to offer incense. I shall not feel at ease otherwise."

Father Qi looked momentarily perplexed. "Offer incense for what purpose?" A brief recollection of the day's peculiar events brought him understanding. "Do not trouble yourself with such thoughts. Little Qi was merely startled because your leg was bandaged," he reassured her.

Mother Qi persisted, her voice tinged with distress, "Can you even believe it? Later that night, I lowered my trousers, and as you saw, without even extending my hand, the child began to cry."

As she recounted the incident, a wave of grievance washed over her, and her eyes began to well up with tears.