When I opened my eyes, I went back to the night when I forced my husband to give birth to a son.

Ji Yuelan was like a hedgehog, with all the thorns erected, and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "What are you doing here!"

"You're still angry. I bought you your favorite meal. You must be hungry."

Song Nancheng no longer had the angry expression he had last night. He carried his things into the house and changed his shoes naturally.

Seeing him like this, no matter how angry Ji Yuelan was, she calmed down and turned to go to the cloakroom to change clothes.

Song Nancheng didn't follow him. He walked into the room and looked at Enen who was still sleeping. He checked him and frowned slightly at the tear marks on his face.

After a while, he went out, put the food in place, and waited for Ji Yuelan to come out.

After changing her clothes, Ji Yuelan came out in a set of home clothes, ignored Song Nancheng, and walked to the table and sat down.

She didn't eat lunch, so she was very hungry.

He picked up the rice in front of him and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

Song Nancheng frowned, thinking of the tears on Enen's face, and asked, "Did Enen make trouble for you?"

“It’s inevitable that such a young child would make noise.” Ji Yuelan swallowed it in big gulps, and only then did she feel like she was alive again.

"Yeah, he has his own biological clock. You just need to do what I wrote before when he wakes up."

"What's the point of what you wrote? Enen won't do what you wrote. He cries, pees, and gets hungry all at once. What should I do?"

Ji Yuelan was very annoyed when she talked about it. She was so tired from last night that she hadn't slept well.

Seeing her like this, Song Nancheng knew that she didn't sleep well last night, and his tone couldn't help but lower.

"I was wrong last night. I shouldn't have quarreled with you. Don't be angry. Eat your fill and go to rest. I'll take care of Enen tonight."

Song Nancheng handed the soup to her and said, "Drink this soup later."

After looking at him, Ji Yuelan did not argue with him after all. After talking with Su Xiaowan for an entire afternoon, she felt that she was right.

Since you both love him, why should you hurt each other? As for what will happen in the future, no matter how much you worry, it won't change anything. You might as well enjoy the present.

Seeing that she didn't say much, Song Nancheng immediately said, "Nan Sicheng invited Beiguo and me to a dinner the day after tomorrow. You should get ready by then and we'll go together."

"Xiao Wan told me that we have chosen the dresses and will promote our brand on that day."

Song Nancheng frowned, "Don't tell me you'll wear that dress the day after tomorrow."

"What's the problem? Xiaowan said it looks good. Besides, any dress I designed is good looking."

Ji Yuelan didn't like what he said. Although it was not an era of freedom of dress these days, she had been abroad for so many years and her mind was open.

"You're really showing off, but no, I won't allow it." Song Nancheng said in a firm tone.

"Song Nancheng, why don't you allow me to wear it? I can wear it if I want to. It's not your turn to interfere!"

"I'm your man and the father of your child, so you should change into something more conservative."

Song Nancheng's tone softened as he finished speaking.

"I don't want it. I'll wear this one the day after tomorrow. If you're not satisfied, then find a female companion. Xiaowan and I will go together."

Ji Yuelan ignored Song Nancheng's dark face, finished her meal, drank the soup, then got up and went into the room.

Looking at the residue on the table, Song Nancheng began to clean it up helplessly and resignedly.

After cleaning up, Enen woke up and cried loudly. Ji Yuelan hurriedly changed his diaper.

Song Nancheng looked at her like this and walked up to her and said, "I'll do it, you go make him some milk."

Seeing the child crying heartbreakingly, Ji Yuelan was anxious and worried, and hurried to prepare the milk powder.

When he brought it in, Song Nancheng was already holding someone and teasing him. Maybe because he was crying in grievance, Enen would pout from time to time.

Ji Yuelan's heart was broken when she saw this, and she hurriedly came forward with the milk and said, "En En, don't cry, drink your milk."

The little guy sucked on the pacifier, glanced at Ji Yuelan, and who knows what he was thinking about, he let out another cry.

Song Nancheng took the bottle and whispered, "I'll look after him, you go and rest."

He guessed that Enen must have felt wronged, so she kept crying.

Ji Yuelan was really tired. Now that she didn't have to take care of the children, she got up and lay on the sofa, stuffing snacks into her mouth.

Soon, Song Nancheng came out holding Enen. He watched her eating snacks and said casually, "I'll squeeze some juice for you later. You take care of Enen."

Ji Yuelan said "oh" and watched him put Enen into the cradle. She put down the snacks in her hand and stood up to watch.

The little guy is full and now lies in the cradle, moving his little hands and feet, babbling, but I don't know what he is saying.

Thinking of the backache she had from all the torment she had suffered the whole morning, Ji Yuelan complained, "Well, I gave birth to you, but you don't even feel sorry for me and keep crying."

The little guy didn't know what she was talking about, but when he saw her expression change, he waved his little hands and feet more happily.

From time to time, a few words would come out of his mouth.

Song Nancheng brought out the squeezed juice and watched Ji Yuelan talking to Enen.

He handed her the juice and said, "Drink it."

Ji Yuelan took it and took a sip. The taste was very rich and fragrant, and she felt refreshed all over.

"How do you take care of him? Why doesn't he cry when he's with you?"

"It's not that she doesn't cry when she's with me, but she cries when she wakes up and is hungry."

Song Nancheng looked at her helplessly. Even though Ji Yuelan had been a mother for half a year, she was like a child.

Enen has been raised by him and his aunt since she was a child, and she hardly cares about her.

Even if you carry it, you will only carry it for a while.

"Then I gave him milk, but he always cried for a long time."

Ji Yuelan likes children, but she feels upset when she sees children crying all the time. Sometimes she wonders if she is really not suitable to be a mother.

Seeing her somewhat broken mood, Song Nancheng sighed softly and said, "I will take care of Enen from now on. You should do what you should do. Let Auntie take care of her normally."

"Is Auntie out?"

Song Nancheng hasn't seen anyone since he returned home.

"Auntie asked for leave. She has something to do at home. She will be back tomorrow."

Seeing her aggrieved look, Song Nancheng held her in his arms and whispered to comfort her, "I'm sorry, Yuelan, I shouldn't have quarreled with you last night."

If he hadn't left in a rage, she wouldn't have been at a loss when facing the child.

"I'll hire an auntie later. Two of them can take care of the children, cook and do housework. You won't be too tired."

Ji Yuelan was already feeling aggrieved, and hearing him say that, her nose felt sore and tears couldn't stop falling.

"Why are you still crying? Did I do something wrong?"

Song Nancheng panicked and hurriedly wiped her tears. The more he coaxed her, the more Ji Yuelan cried.

"Yue Lan, don't cry. If you feel bad, you can hit me or scold me. Just don't cry, okay?"

In response, Ji Yuelan took the initiative to kiss him.