Mr. Li, my wife doesn’t want to remarry and secretly gives birth to a baby.

"Honey, thank you." Jiang Tong felt much less upset.

"Silly." Li Jingchen stared at her. "I'm the one who should be saying thank you."

"What's wrong with me?" Why am I thanking her?

Li Jingchen frankly said that he was grateful to her for loving and trusting him.

He loved her very much.

Jiang Tong understood. "It must be something my dad said to you. I went to find him, and he said that you got angry when Lao Song's dad invited you to dinner."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. It's enough that you love me."

Li Jingchen seemed unwilling to bring this up again, and Jiang Tong didn't say anything more. So he must have really figured it out? As long as he's happy.

Although she was angry that he had canceled her order on his own initiative.

Now that he's talked to Guang Lei, Jiang Tong isn't angry anymore.

He was unusually gentle today, drying her hair and kissing her collarbone and shoulder.

I apologized to her for not answering her call today. I was at her dad's company at the time, and we were talking about some work-related matters.

"Honey, you've worked so hard."

"I'm fine, you've had a tough time..."

She let her nightgown slip off the man's long, slender fingers.

Jiang Tong felt those burning lips fall from her heaving chest onto her flat stomach.

How wonderful it would be if the two of them could be like this every day.

She had seen that face countless times; his deep-set eyes and brows still made her heart flutter.

Li Jingchen did the same, lifting her waist and kissing her belly button, his voice hoarse, "What did the doctor say?"

"What?" Jiang Tong's eyes were glazed over, her voice soft and delicate. "How did you know I went to the hospital?"

“You went to the hospital without telling me.” He looked up, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"I didn't—ah."

Pushing his hand, Jiang Tong's eyes glistened with tears, but she still managed to finish her sentence, panting.

"The doctor said I'm fine, I just have back pain."

"Oh, it's good that you're alright." Li Jingchen braced himself on his arms beside her. "I'll go with you next time."

next time?

Why did she have to go to the hospital again?

Before Jiang Tong could think any further, she was once again overwhelmed by the man's passionate kisses.

.........

Li Jingchen woke up early the next day and stared at the woman in his arms for a long time.

I don't know when she'll be willing to tell him about her pregnancy.

As long as the two of them don't quarrel, he can't help but pester her to do it. As the weather gradually gets warmer, she wears light clothing, and her skin is as white as milk tofu, even though she takes precautions.

But even preventative measures aren't 100% effective at preventing pregnancy; what if he happens to have that one percent chance?

She's keeping quiet about it, probably because she's afraid he's too busy and doesn't want a child? That's why she's afraid to tell him.

Li Jingchen was filled with guilt and self-blame.

At first, I was overjoyed to learn that I was going to be a father again.

Now I only feel guilty and remorseful. She's only thirty, and you're already letting her have a fourth child?

Perhaps Yuan Gang is right; he has already reached the top of the pyramid and no longer needs to pursue a higher position.

All his ambitions paled in comparison to the woman in his arms.

Li Jingchen buttoned up his shirt and went downstairs.

Aunt Zhang was preparing breakfast when Li Jingchen walked over.

He told Aunt Zhang that when he was home, he would cook for Jiang Tong. If he wasn't home, she would cook for Jiang Tong separately, and he would send her the recipes. She would then send the finished dishes back to him for his review.

"Okay, Mr. Li, I will be more careful in the future."

"It's troublesome."

Seeing that Li Jingchen was about to cook again, Zhang Sao wondered if it was time to give his wife some nourishment since she always complained of back pain.

The aroma of the food attracted Li Feifan, who had just woken up. He scurried over to the scene on his short legs.

"Dad, are we having wontons today?"

The steaming bowl of freshly cooked pork wontons in the restaurant made Li Feifan's mouth water. He picked up a spoon, about to take a bite, when Li Jingchen grabbed his little hand.

"This is for your mom."

"What about me?" Li Feifan pouted, his face full of questions, "Where's my food?"

Li Jingchen smiled, "Aunt Zhang made sandwiches, fried eggs, and..."

“I don’t want to eat those,” Li Feifan interrupted Li Jingchen. “I want to eat wontons too.”

"I had a lot of work today, so I only made this one bowl, just for your mom," Li Jingchen explained to him.

"Hmph, Dad doesn't love me." Li Feifan said, looking aggrieved.

This tactic didn't work on Li Jingchen; his fatherly love was as solid as a mountain.

Yes, we need to learn to remain silent appropriately.

"Next time when I'm not busy, I'll definitely pack more, okay?"

"Dad's being unfair! I want to eat what you made today, or I won't go to kindergarten. I'm going to be a hoodlum!"

Lying on the ground, Li Feifan rolled around like a beetle.

"Stop fooling around, here's one for you to eat."

Li Jingchen poured the excess wonton soup into the bowl and scooped out a small wonton from the large bowl.

"Only one is allowed; your mom will eat the rest."

"Mmm!" Li Feifan chuckled. He had wontons! He had wontons!

Holding the small bowl, he walked out contentedly.

He came back again, saying, "Brother hasn't come yet."

Li Jingchen smiled helplessly, "Okay."

I made another bowl for Jiang Mingyang.

If he hadn't been in a rush to get to the company for the morning meeting, he would have packed more, and ended up packing twenty.

Aunt Zhang said that she ate steamed dumplings yesterday, and today she was thinking of making ham sandwiches for the children.

Li Feifan ate a small wonton in one bite, and he wasn't satisfied yet.

No, he can't eat my brother's portion.

Li Feifan swallowed hard and wiped the drool from his mouth with his chubby little hand.

Just as Li Jingchen was about to leave, he saw Li Feifan carrying a small bowl back to the kitchen.

"Egg said it wants one too."

"Oh? What did your brother tell you?"

"Dandan said: 'Dad's wontons are delicious. Brother, ask Dad to save one for me, and I'll eat one.' That's what she said." Li Feifan's eyes blinked incessantly.

Li Jingchen stared at Li Feifan's constantly blinking eyes. "Really? Your brother can actually talk so much? And, your brother just got his teeth, how can he eat wontons?"

Li Feifan blinked again, "Egg said he wants to swallow it whole, like this, ooh~!"

Li Jingchen was amused by his exaggerated little antics and helplessly gave him another one from the steamer.

"Alright, no more lying. The rest is your mother's. You can eat something else today, okay, my good son?"

"Okay." Li Feifan happily sat down in the dining room to eat the wontons.

Li Jingchen chuckled. Even though Aunt Zhang made a different dish every day, this kid loved eating her cooking. Every time he cooked, he was overjoyed.

Li Jingchen has already gone to the company.

After the morning meeting.

While looking at the important documents, he instructed Gu Heng and Mo Jiaxing to keep an eye on things when they went on business trips in the future.

He wanted to accompany Jiang Tong to her prenatal checkup.

What?! A prenatal checkup?!

Gu Heng: "Jiang Tong is... pregnant again?"

Mo Jiaxing was just as shocked.

I still remember the last time Li Jingchen held the little third child, he didn't even seem to know how to call him "Dad."

Is she pregnant again?

"seriously?"