Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder — I Rise to Female Lead Through Hard Work-Chapter 198: I Am Chi Moyao’s Husband

Wang Pengcheng, who is twenty-one this year and a year older than Guo Qianwen, knew that they couldn’t postpone things any longer after learning about her pregnancy. Even though it was the busy harvest season, he went to the team leader’s house to find the leader’s wife, Huang Kaiying, to ask her to help make the arrangements.

Huang Kaiying, being a warm-hearted person, confirmed Guo Qianwen’s intentions before finalizing the relationship between them. She asked Ding Xiaoding to issue a certificate so that the two could go register their marriage.

Ding Xiaoding and Huang Kaiying were puzzled as to why there was such a rush, thinking it could have been done after the busy season.

However, Wang Pengcheng had anticipated this and prepared a response. Initially, the plan was indeed to register after the busy season, but everyone knew about Guo Qianwen fainting, and even Yi Roujing had seen it. The busy pace was too much for her to handle, so as her partner, with the certificate, he could now help openly.

Huang Kaiying felt particularly good about Wang Pengcheng after hearing this, and Ding Xiaoding nodded with a smile, even though both found it strange since Guo Qianwen had managed previous busy seasons just fine, but they didn’t dwell on it.

This matter came to Yi Roujing’s attention when she was about to leave the team for the county, because Guo Qianwen came to see her off, specially to express her gratitude, and carried a basket of vegetables. Although their commune had its own planting grounds, she picked a basket with everybody’s consent.

"Comrade Yi Roujing, thank you." Guo Qianwen radiated a hint of joy from inside out, in stark contrast to the dejection after fainting that morning.

"Solved?" Yi Roujing asked with concern.

Guo Qianwen blushed and nodded, "Thank you."

Yi Roujing laughed upon hearing this, "Congratulations." She then took out a package of brown sugar weighing a full pound and handed it to Guo Qianwen, "This is a return gift and a wedding gift."

Guo Qianwen accepted it feeling warm at heart, suddenly a sense of determination surged within her, thinking it might not be bad to stay in Dingping Production Team for a lifetime.

"Qianwen—" Wang Pengcheng hurried over from not far away, holding the certificate obtained from the team leader, his face showing both worry and happiness upon seeing her. Anyone could see he was in love.

Yi Roujing slightly raised an eyebrow, it seemed the main character had arrived.

Wang Pengcheng first supported Guo Qianwen, handed her the certificate, then bowed deeply towards Yi Roujing, "Comrade Yi Roujing, thank you for helping us."

Guo Qianwen’s expression became more gentle, and together they bowed, giving Yi Roujing the impression of a young couple paying respects in front of her.

"I didn’t do much." Yi Roujing supported Guo Qianwen, "Don’t overwork, eat well if possible, and get a health check-up at a hospital."

"Yes." Wang Pengcheng, more excited than Guo Qianwen, answered first, then grinned foolishly.

"I’ll leave now." Yi Roujing said smiling at the two, then walked away.

On the road to Tongxian Commune, Ding Ancheng looked at Yi Roujing several times, making it hard to ignore.

"What’s up?"

"What did you help them with?" Ding Ancheng asked. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Yi Roujing hadn’t intended to say, but since Ding Ancheng was her husband and not someone who would speak loosely, she recounted the situation, seeing a visible envy flash in his eyes.

"Our children will surely look even better." Ding Ancheng suddenly blurted out, and Yi Roujing detected a hint of jealousy.

"Isn’t that for sure?" Yi Roujing agreed, considering their looks, they couldn’t possibly have an unattractive child.

Yi Roujing clearly felt the aura beside her changing, becoming incredibly gentle, radiating affection. The hand at her side was enveloped in warmth, being tenderly caressed with a thumb.

Was he wanting children? Yi Roujing glanced skeptically at Ding Ancheng, and once this thought crossed her mind, her heart raced uncontrollably. She had never imagined she could also have children and become a mother.

Yi Roujing’s other hand instinctively touched her belly, a smile curved her lips. Having a child wouldn’t be bad.

Ding Ancheng noticed all of Yi Roujing’s actions, feeling a sudden impulse to kiss her right then and there.

He glanced around, then at Ding Anguo and the others walking ahead. Tilting his head, he enclosed Yi Roujing’s lips, biting gently before reluctantly letting go.

Yi Roujing was stunned by the sudden warmth and brief pain, not expecting such boldness from Ding Ancheng, to kiss her under the clear sky with others ahead of them.

Upon realizing, Yi Roujing blushed deeply, pinching Ding Ancheng’s side.

"Don’t worry, nobody saw," Ding Ancheng leaned closer and gently soothed her, not daring any further acts, but couldn’t deny he was in a delightful mood all the way.

The group boarded the shuttle bus, heading towards Huaixi County, as an army-green jeep passed them by. Inside sat a middle-aged man in his forties to fifties, looking anxious, filled with expectation and a bit of panic.

The jeep drove into Dingping Production Team, honestly, after seeing so many cars looking alike during this busy season, people just glanced at it and continued with their work.

Someone straightforward suddenly shouted, "Weihe’s wife, is it your future in-laws coming again?"

"It shouldn’t be." Li Hongying didn’t pay it any mind.

The car came to a stop on the road, the driver got out and opened the back door, and a tall, robust figure stepped out.

"Comrade, I’m looking for the head of Dingping Production Team," the middle-aged man asked urgently.

"Team Leader, someone’s looking for you," someone called out loudly. Ding Xiaoding, who was bending over harvesting rice, slowly stood upright, feeling the strain after long hours.

Ding Xiaoding, holding a sickle, walked to the edge of the field, "Comrade, I am Ding Xiaoding, the team leader of Dingping Production Team, may I ask who you are?"

"Hello Comrade Ding Xiaoding, I wanted to ask if twenty-four years ago a young intellectual named Chi Moyao came to Dingping Production Team," the man’s voice trembled slightly asking.

"Chi Moyao?" Ding Xiaoding felt the name was familiar but couldn’t recall immediately.

"Chi, the intellectual from the past, Team Leader, the very beautiful one who stayed at Li Hongying’s house," the older workers remembered and quickly reminded.

"Oh right, right," Ding Xiaoding recalled, then looked at the man in front of him whose face appeared very familiar, having distinct masculine features, and his thin lips looked exactly like Ding Ancheng’s.

"You, you’re Chi’s partner, aren’t you?" Ding Xiaoding exclaimed in surprise, recalling that back then the head was his father but remembered Chi being heavily pregnant.

"Yes, yes, I am Moyao’s husband, she, she now..." The middle-aged man choked, haunted by a persistent bad premonition in his heart. If Moyao were still around, how could she not have looked for him all these years.