Fang Pingying gave him a displeased sideways glance, then, shouting to Fang Xiu who had remained rooted to the spot, probably also startled, said, "Xiu’er, you go back to the shop. If the weather isn’t good in the next few days, I won’t come over. You and Hong Lan watch the shop properly." "Okay, Big Sister, I got it." Fang Xiu nodded her head, her worried eyes fixed on Fang Pingying. She probably thought that with Luo Zhiyong’s face turning so dark just now, there was no telling whether he might drag Fang Pingying back and give her a beating. In their countryside, it was commonplace for husbands to quarrel with their wives and beat them. After saying goodbye to Fang Xiu, Fang Pingying turned around, not paying any heed to Luo Zhiyong behind her, and headed for the bus stop on her own. She felt somewhat angry in her heart but didn’t know exactly what she was angry about. It was probably the drastic contrast between Luo Zhiyong’s attitude towards her before and after she got pregnant. Previously, when she wasn’t pregnant, Luo Zhiyong never cared about where she went. Whether it was her own shop, the decoration, or the opening, Luo Zhiyong hardly interfered. But now that he knew she was pregnant, he treated her like a treasure. There was always a sense of annoyance in her heart, as if a man marries a wife solely for bearing children. Although she felt her thoughts might be somewhat extreme, this man was just too annoying, reprimanding her in front of Fang Xiu, making her feel like a little wife. It seemed like she had no reason to constitute the frustration into an argument, yet she was still angry. Suddenly, she thought the doctor’s words in the morning were entirely accurate: pregnant women’s emotions fluctuate easily. If it had been before, she probably wouldn’t have gotten angry over such things, but now she couldn’t help feeling infuriated. Luo Zhiyong, watching her move unsteadily ahead of him, felt worried and let out a helpless sigh. He promptly followed up close, fearing she might trip over something. And he didn’t understand what she was angry about at all. Wasn’t he just worried that she had been outside for too long and something might have happened? The doctor’s words this morning were truly correct: the emotions of pregnant women are indeed unstable and prone to irritability. The two of them made their way home in silence. By the time they arrived, it was already past seven in the evening. Fang Pingying felt somewhat tired and not at ease in her heart. She didn’t feel like cooking, so she washed her face and went straight to the bedroom to lie down. Pregnant women are prone to sleepiness. Initially, Fang Pingying planned to lie down casually and then get up to make dinner, but as she lay there, she fell asleep. In her drowsy state, she felt someone covering her with a blanket and kissing her on the lips. She knew it was Luo Zhiyong, and with displeasure, she hummed, but too overcome with sleepiness, she turned over and continued to sleep. Luo Zhiyong, seeing her asleep and remembering their earlier argument, let out a helpless chuckle. Around ten o’clock, Fang Pingying was awakened by hunger. She opened her eyes, rolled around on the bed a few times, and planned to get up. Hearing the noise from this side, Luo Zhi, who was reading in the study, immediately put down his book and came over. Seeing her wake up, he said with a smile, "Time to eat, it’s already past ten. Have some food and then get some early sleep." "I was just..." She began to speak and then suddenly remembered the argument she had with Luo Zhiyong earlier. She immediately stopped, gave him a cold look, and didn’t want to talk to him. Luo Zhiyong knew why and let out a silent chuckle, walking over to sit beside her bed. He smiled and gently pinched her face, "What in the world are you upset about?" Having slept, Fang Pingying’s anger had somewhat subsided, and she was willing to talk to him. She slapped his hand away from her face and glared at him, "Can’t you talk properly for once? You’re always reprimanding people; do you think I’m one of your soldiers?" Luo Zhiyong gave Fang Pingying a look of utter helplessness, "If my soldiers had your temperament, I would have booted them out of the army long ago." "What do you mean by that?" Fang Pingying frowned. Was this man an idiot? He still didn’t know to say something nice at this point; it seemed he didn’t want to make peace today. Luo Zhiyong seriously started talking to her about his soldiers, "From the first day my soldiers join the army, the two words they learn are ’obedience.’ With your explosive temper and refusal to obey superiors, who would want a soldier like you?" Fang Pingying was so angry she felt faint, pushed him away, and lay back down, huffing, "Go away, I don’t want to talk to you." At this point, Luo Zhiyong seemed to understand something. Arguing with your wife is not about making logical arguments; when it comes to reason, no matter how sound it is, she won’t listen, and it only makes her angrier. After realizing this, he softened his voice, leaned in closer, and with his hands bracing on either side of her, he coaxed her with a smile, "Alright, alright. I was just worried about you because you hadn’t come home when it was getting dark. Could it be my fault again?" Fang Pingying gave him a look, then suddenly pushed him away and asked with a serious face, "Luo Zhiyong, tell me, what is the purpose of bringing a wife home?" Stumped by the question, Luo Zhiyong couldn’t answer straightaway. To say that the purpose of having a wife is to cherish her for the rest of his life seemed too cheesy; he couldn’t bring himself to say it. If he said something else, he guessed this woman wouldn’t like it either, so he just hemmed and hawed without speaking. Fang Pingying gave him a sidelong glance, "Looks like you’re just like some unreasonable men, thinking that a wife is brought home to bear children, and when there are children, the wife is a treasure, but without children, she’s less than a blade of grass." Luo Zhiyong felt truly wronged and couldn’t help but exclaim, "You can’t wrong a person like that. When have you ever been worth less than grass to me?" "Fine, then think about it yourself. I used to go out often too, and there were many times I didn’t come home until it was dark, right? Did you ever lose your temper like you did today?" Fang Pingying continued, giving examples to illustrate all the times she was out and Luo Zhiyong didn’t mind waiting for her. When it came to arguing, Luo Zhiyong really was no match for Fang Pingying. But he was also smart; if he couldn’t win an argument, he’d simply not argue and skip the topic altogether. He smiled and pinched Fang Pingying’s nose, whispering softly, "This woman sure holds onto small things, even getting jealous of her own child." Fang Pingying’s eyes widened as she looked at him, "Who’s being petty?" "Just like that, and you still dare say you’re not petty?" Luo Zhiyong remarked, gentle stroking her belly with his hand, "Now you have a child in your belly, the doctor has advised, especially in the first three months, to be extra careful. It’s late at night and you’re only just arriving home; of course I’m worried." "Besides, you said at the beginning that you and Fang Xiu were just going out to look at clothes nearby and would return soon. Hong Lan and I waited at home for you two for hours, searched all the shops in the vicinity, and still didn’t see anyone. If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you worry too?" Luo Zhiyong’s words this time made sense, and Fang Pingying felt more at ease, her tone of speech also became much nicer, "Being worried is one thing, but the way you speak could be nicer. Bellowing at me in front of Fang Xiu just makes others think I’m being bullied by you at home." "Alright, I’ll take your advice to heart and try to sound nicer when I speak from now on," Luo Zhiyong, seizing the right moment, then smoothly changed the subject, "By the way, what were you and Fang Xiu up to this afternoon?" He really didn’t dare to provoke his pregnant wife again; he’d have to remember that for the future. (To be continued. If you work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it, cast a monthly ticket, and give your support, which is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)