My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 173: Giving Birth is Terrible

The residential complex was old but quiet. With summer approaching, the days grew longer, and nights shorter. People stayed up later, and many windows in the buildings still glowed with light.

Xu Qing lay sprawled on the couch, clutching a copy of The Complete Sherlock Holmes. He completely disregarded Jiang He’s earlier advice about how lying down to read would strain his eyes. Instead, he pulled the couch closer to the window, leaving a crack open for the breeze.

The weather was getting hotter, though it wasn’t warm enough to turn on the fan just yet. The cool breeze drifting through the window brought a serene and cozy feeling.

Sometimes, doing absolutely nothing—just lazily lying there, reading a book or closing your eyes to think—was enough. Time slipped away unnoticed, and then you’d fall asleep, waking to embrace a new day. Xu Qing couldn’t even remember the last time he felt so at ease.

A year ago? Two years ago?

After pondering for a moment without finding an answer, he placed the book over his face and closed his eyes to rest.

Jiang He had started imposing rules on him, and that wasn’t a good sign.

Her underlying message was clear: either stop drinking or stop trying to kiss her after drinking.

Trying to have both options would require an overwhelming show of force, but Xu Qing knew that was impossible. While the idea of "outshining the master" was conceivable, no amount of confidence could convince him that he could overpower Jiang He and force her to endure his alcohol breath.

She had been training from a young age, while he was just a latecomer to the martial arts world. Her struggles in chaotic times gave her an edge that he, with his peaceful life, couldn’t match.

The idea of forcing anything was thrilling… but ultimately, it was just fantasy. The only way forward was to outsmart her.

“Are you asleep?”

Hearing Jiang He’s voice, Xu Qing resisted the urge to move. He remained still under the book, pretending not to hear. His mind wandered to how he might avoid being overpowered in the future. If they ever shared a room and Jiang He turned over, pinning him down… well, that would be a disaster.

Just as he was mulling this over, the couch sank slightly. Then, the book was lifted from his face. Xu Qing resisted the urge to react, curious about her intentions.

“Is this some kind of entrapment?”

“You’re misusing the term,” Xu Qing replied, opening his eyes to see Jiang He standing over him. “Entrapment means you’re trying to catch me doing something suspicious, right? I’d need to have ill intentions for you to bait me. You don’t, so what am I supposed to fall for?”

“What kind of ill intentions?” Jiang He asked.

“What kind of ill intentions?” Xu Qing countered, pretending to look serious.

“?”

“Well, it’s not like you’d suddenly kiss me. Even if you did, I wouldn’t resist. That doesn’t count as ill intent. Ill intentions mean I don’t want something, but you insist on doing it anyway.”

“Oh.” Jiang He turned away, feeling unamused. Just moments ago, she’d thought about sneaking a kiss while Xu Qing seemed asleep.

Realizing she was still holding his book, Jiang He returned to place it back over his face. “Would wanting to punch you while you’re asleep count as ill intent?”

“Can you even punch me in secret? If you hit me, I’d wake up. And if you knock me out first, I’d definitely figure it out when I woke up sore all over. It’s not exactly a secret.”

Xu Qing reached out on instinct, grabbing her hand and pulling her down beside him on the couch. “Now, sneaking a touch when you’re asleep is different. You wouldn’t even notice. I’d be satisfied, and you wouldn’t lose anything. Isn’t that a win-win?”

Jiang He stared at him blankly. “I was just asking.”

She settled beside him, watching as Xu Qing absentmindedly played with her hand. Oddly, it felt comfortable—probably because his face was covered by the book.

Without his intense gaze, the situation didn’t feel awkward. Jiang He reflected on this. Maybe that’s why his habit of holding her leg had made her self-conscious before—because he’d always looked like he was savoring the moment.

Looking down at her calf under her nightdress, Jiang He kicked off her slippers and curled up beside Xu Qing. She rested her head against his chest, cautiously taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

It was incredibly relaxing to lie here with someone she liked on such a peaceful night.

“Don’t move.”

Seeing Xu Qing about to remove the book from his face, Jiang He pushed it back over him.

“What kind of weird quirk is this?” Xu Qing asked, bewildered.

“It’s not weird at all.” Jiang He snuggled closer, much like she had while watching movies with him, only now they were lying down instead of sitting.

With his face covered, it felt safe, as if Xu Qing were temporarily blind. He could only hold her without doing anything else.

“Did you get addicted to this after the last time we cuddled?” Xu Qing tightened his arm around her waist, trying to understand her perspective.

Girls naturally liked hugs, kisses, and being held. It was instinctual. Especially someone like Jiang He, who’d lived through swordplay and chaos, might find warm embraces addictive. But why insist on covering his face with a book? Was it to pretend he was asleep?

Xu Qing smirked at the absurdity of it, amused by the “modern” twist on the old idiom of “covering one’s ears to steal a bell.”

Jiang He responded with a quiet hum, not saying much, just savoring the warmth of the moment. She thought about falling asleep like this but quickly dismissed the idea. The potential consequences were too daunting.

“Sleeping on a couch won’t lead to having children, will it?”

???

Xu Qing froze.

“Haven’t you seen those illustrated guides?”

“Why would I look at such things?”

“Didn’t Second Boss teach you how children are made?” Xu Qing licked his lips, suddenly feeling guilty as though he were corrupting an innocent girl.

“She… she did,” Jiang He muttered, deciding not to elaborate. “Shut up. I get it.”

“…”

Xu Qing’s fingers traced along her waist absentmindedly. He was pretty sure she didn’t know. Why would Second Boss explain such things to her?

Back when Xu Qing was young, it was the age of crude curiosity and limited information. He and Qin Hao had once stumbled upon a dubious CD and secretly watched it at Qin Hao’s house. They were utterly shocked and believed, for a while, that babies came out of butts.

Xu Qing couldn’t even remember how he eventually cleared up that misconception. School gossip probably helped. In such an environment, kids naturally learned the truth over time.

Jiang He, though, had neither school nor mischievous peers. Her life was all martial training and chores. Any real knowledge would have to wait until she got married—or stumbled upon it accidentally.

Maybe a trip to the local brothel would’ve enlightened her… but she likely hadn’t been to one either.

“If you keep squirming, you’ll end up having kids,” Xu Qing warned when he felt Jiang He shift against him.

“Huh?” Jiang He froze, lying stiffly on his chest, unsure what to do. “I’m just feeling hot.”

“Hmm… I’ll buy you a fan tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Jiang He nodded, then moved her arm slightly, brushing it against his. His touch felt cool and soothing.

“There’s a fan in my room, too. I could find it for you. But it’s not great to use fans this early in the season—it’s bad for your health. Hand fans are better.”

Xu Qing’s room doubled as a storeroom, where he’d shoved the fan when Jiang He moved in. It was probably buried in a corner.

Speaking of martial artists, weren’t they supposed to be immune to cold and heat? A calm mind, as the saying went, brought natural coolness. Then again, Xu Qing wasn’t sure how true that was. Most of his understanding came from TV dramas.

“Do you really feel hot?”

“No, it’s just…” Jiang He hesitated, trying to explain. It wasn’t about the temperature but a restless feeling, like a tiny flame flickering inside her.

“Forget it. No more cuddling.” Jiang He sat up abruptly, leaving Xu Qing behind on the couch. She padded back to her desk and sat down, a determined look on her face. If moving around could calm her down, so be it. But if Xu Qing’s warning about having kids was a lie, she needed to know.

Xu Qing finally removed the book from his face, rubbing his nose as he got up. Wandering over to Jiang He, he leaned down to peek at what she was doing.

“What leads to having kids?”

???

Jiang He had already closed the webpage.

“You—”

“Shut up!”

“Okay.”

Seeing Jiang He’s flustered expression, Xu Qing wisely refrained from asking further. Some things had to be learned in private, and he respected that.

“For the record, touching feet doesn’t lead to having kids,” Xu Qing explained.

“Of course not!” Jiang He gave him a look that screamed, “Are you stupid?” She knew that much at least. If touching feet could cause pregnancy, the world would be overrun with people.

“Well… there’s a course on it in the nine-year compulsory education…” Xu Qing scratched his head. He’d thought about ordering a book online to help her learn, but it felt awkward. Did she really need to learn about this now?

“Baidu’s results aren’t always trustworthy. Don’t believe everything you find there,” Xu Qing said earnestly.

He fell silent for a moment, then added, “It’s like liking shoes—it’s not normal. Most people wouldn’t understand it. But when someone really likes you as a person, sometimes…”

“So you’re finally admitting your shoe fetish?” Jiang He asked smugly.

“…Yeah, I admit it.” Xu Qing nodded. There was no point denying it—Jiang He already had her conclusions.

At least she wasn’t shocked. That lack of reaction said it all.

Liking Jiang He’s grass shoes and little heels wasn’t some insurmountable hurdle. After all, it wasn’t about the shoes themselves but how she looked in them. The lines were blurry, but that was fine.

“You hid my grass shoes before you liked me,” Jiang He pointed out, unconvinced.

“At first, I thought they were antiques. Antiques are valuable! With the money, we could buy a big house with a vegetable garden. You’d love that, right?”

“Why would I bother farming if I had a big house?” Jiang He rolled her eyes at his logic. Sometimes Xu Qing was shockingly dense compared to his usual sharpness.

“…What would you do with a big house, then?”

“I’d hire someone to do the farming, of course.”

“…”

Fair enough. Every farmer dreams of becoming a landlord.

Failing to get her to lift her legs, Xu Qing gave up. Instead, he grabbed Jiang He’s hand, gave it a firm kiss, and stood up to leave. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

“Don’t trust everything you read online. Just skim it.”

Xu Qing left the living room to her, knowing she’d continue her research on having kids.

Without understanding the truth, sharing a bed before marriage would remain out of the question.

Ancient people seemed to fear childbirth, likely due to the dire conditions of the time. Giving birth was akin to walking through death’s door, with “save the mother or save the child” scenarios haunting many. Xu Qing remembered hearing that phrase in a drama once—it always left him cold.

In those times, choosing to save the mother often meant losing the ability to have more children. For a common household, that could mean the end of the family line.

But modern times were different. With today’s medical advancements, having one or two kids wasn’t a big deal. Xu Qing hoped Jiang He would eventually see this and approach the topic with a calmer mindset.

Reflecting on the absurdity of discussing children at their age, Xu Qing shook his head, laughing to himself. Ever since Jiang He arrived, normalcy seemed to have flown out the window.

He rummaged through the storeroom and found the old fan buried in the corner. After dusting it off, he set it aside for summer use.

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