The baby-making system is unreliable

In a quiet town in Suzhou, surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, the white walls and black tiles exude the unique gentle atmosphere of Jiangnan.

Recently, a new courtyard called "Renyi Medical Hall" has appeared at the entrance of the town. A plain plaque hangs above the green wooden door, with elegant calligraphy and the fragrance of ink still lingering.

It is said that a young couple lived in the clinic. The man was gentle and refined, and his words and actions were always accompanied by a warm smile.

The woman was as graceful as a stream, her every smile and frown like the rippling of spring water. They were Han Xiuqi and Yun Xinrou.

"Alright, be more careful next time, and don't bump into anything again, okay, Xiaoling?"

Han Xiuqi squatted down and gently brushed the dust off the little girl's clothes with his fingertips, his tone as gentle as cotton.

His lips curved slightly upward, and a faint mole at the corner of his eye appeared quietly with his smile, like a stroke of ink on an old painting, adding a touch of elegance and depth.

Xiaoling nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with trust, and skipped and hopped out of the yard.

The wind chimes in front of the clinic tinkled softly, and a wisp of medicinal fragrance drifted on the breeze, as if telling a silent story.

"Husband, guess who wrote the letter?!" Yun Xinrou's voice, like a string of clear silver bells, echoed in the quiet clinic even before anyone was seen.

She swept in through the doorway like a whirlwind, holding a thin letter in her hand, her eyebrows and eyes beaming with joy, like a lark just returning from the forest.

At that moment, Han Xiuqi was bending over the medicine table, his fingertips moving among the celadon medicine jars, sorting the dried herbs into categories.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on his gentle profile.

Hearing his wife's call, he didn't look up, but a knowing smile played on his lips, his tone carrying a hint of teasing gentleness: "Oh? Let me guess... Is it a letter from your parents? Or is that pair of lively rascals from the He family again describing the prosperity of Miao territory in their letter?"

He paused, then added, "Within this radius of a hundred miles, the only people who would trouble our Miss Yun to personally make a trip to the village entrance to collect the letter are my enlightened parents-in-law, Brother He, and Sister Lin."

He spoke the words "Miss Yun" with exceptional ease, carrying an intimacy that only husband and wife could understand.

If not, then it can only be Wushenjiang, that person who can't be found every day.

"You guessed right! They all wrote to us! Almost every single one of them."

Yun Xinrou smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents. She walked briskly to Han Xiuqi's side and gently placed a stack of letters of varying thicknesses on the medicine table beside him, making a soft sound.

“The He family said they’re bringing their little Qianbao over as guests. I want to see if this little guy is as naughty as he was last time.”

She paused, her voice full of anticipation: "My parents also wrote, saying that their first stop after returning from their travels is to visit us. We've been looking forward to this for so long."

Thinking of something amusing, she chuckled: "And then there's Wu Shenjiang, who wrote a letter specifically to complain that Jiu Jiu misspelled his name! Isn't that hilarious?"

Yun Xinrou counted on her fingers, carefully reciting as if she knew them by heart: "Oh right, there's also your younger sister, Weiyuan, who said she wanted to bring all sorts of rare and exotic things from the capital to the children."

"What's most surprising is that even my aunt Wu Shenhuan, who was in seclusion, sent a message through someone saying that she wanted to come down the mountain to see our newly opened clinic."

Yun Xinrou tilted her head, her bright eyes full of laughter: "Isn't it strange? It's as if they all made a pact to come all at once. Now, our quiet clinic is going to be quite lively."

She handed the last letter to Han Xiuqi, her fingertips inadvertently touching his warm palm, and her smile deepened.

As Han Xiuqi listened to his wife recount the letters filled with warmth, a smile rippled across his eyes.

He put down the medicinal herbs he was sorting, raised his hand and gently stroked Yun Xinrou's hair, saying in a gentle voice, "Alright! Then let's prepare some good wine, spread out bamboo mats and set out fruits under the shade in this courtyard. Once they've all arrived, we can catch up and hear about everyone's recent situation."

He smiled, and the faint mole at the corner of his eye became more and more distinct as his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, like an unintentional stroke in a traditional Chinese ink painting, adding a touch of elegance and depth to his gentle temperament.

"Okay! Everyone's okay, things will definitely get better!!" Yun Xinrou took his arm, and the couple discussed things together.

On the fifteenth of August that year, under the full moon, a group of people gathered together, laughing and talking about their experiences in the world.

Everyone has different stories and experiences that can be shared and discussed with joy.

A pot of sake, a group of friends, everyone gathered together to admire the same bright moon.

Author's Rant Session:

Li Weiyang proudly raised his head, arms crossed indignantly: "What about me?! Jiu Jiu, what about me?! How can the mighty and domineering me not make an appearance?"

Jiu Jiu gave an awkward, cold laugh, looking left and right, and then making a vow with four fingers: "I didn't mean to, you are Han Xiuqi?! He is you, and you are him. Hehe!"

Wu Shenhuan, with her silver hair and cold expression, looked at Jiu Jiu with her head held high and said arrogantly, "My hair is all white, why can't I have a nice hair color!?"

Jiu Jiu felt ashamed, thought seriously, and said quietly, "White can better highlight your temperament, Grandma, and your image as a tall and mighty martial arts master."

Li Weiyuan cast a resentful glance at Jiu Jiu, staring intently at her, and after a long pause, said, "Do you still remember who Young Master Chang is?! Why is this princess unmarried?!"

Jiu Jiu scratched her head, her mind blank, unable to recall anything: "..."

"What about us? What about us?! Humph!" A large group of children ran over, their childish voices echoing as they hugged Jiu Jiu's legs, their eyes full of expectation.

"Why don't you write our story?! You haven't forgotten our names, have you?!"

"No, no! We've received one, two, three, four, five complaints! Who told you not to write our story?!"

Looking at the group of children, Jiu Jiu admitted she had trouble recognizing them, but this wasn't her problem: "..."