I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

Linqi Pavilion is filled with a faint soothing fragrance, which is intertwined with the fragrance of osmanthus wafting in from outside the window, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Lin Qinshuang was leaning on the soft couch, wearing a moon-white nightgown that made her skin look whiter than snow. Her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, adding a bit of lazy charm.

But there was a hint of sadness lingering between her brows, and her beautiful eyes were slightly red, as if tears would roll down at any time.

Sheng Hong walked into Linqi Pavilion with steady steps and saw this scene at a glance.

His heart softened, and he quickly walked to Lin Qinshuang's side and asked softly:

"Shuang'er, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

When Lin Qinshuang heard Sheng Hong's voice, her body trembled slightly. She slowly raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Honglang, I thought... you had forgotten me..."

Her voice was choked with sobs and a hint of grievance, like a frightened little rabbit.

Sheng Hong was heartbroken upon seeing this, and quickly took her into his arms, gently stroking her back and soothing her softly:

"Silly boy, how could that be? Am I not here?"

His tone was gentle, with a hint of doting, as if he wanted to melt Lin Qinshuang in his arms.

Lin Qinshuang buried her head in Sheng Hong's chest, feeling the warmth coming from him, and felt secretly proud in her heart.

This tactic of retreating to advance is indeed very useful.

Sheng Hong gently patted Lin Qinshuang's back, feeling her soft body, and a feeling of pity rose in his heart.

He remembered that Lin Qinshuang had given birth to a daughter for him and her body had not yet fully recovered, and he felt even more guilty.

"Shuang'er, you have suffered."

His tone was low and filled with a hint of heartache.

Lin Qinshuang raised her head, looked at Sheng Hong with tearful eyes, and said softly:

"Being able to give birth to a son for you, my life will not be miserable."

The tenderness in her eyes seemed to be able to melt anyone's heart.

Sheng Hong looked at Lin Qinshuang like this and felt even more pity for her, so he hugged her tighter.

The candlelight in the room flickered, illuminating the faces of Sheng Hong and Lin Qinshuang.

Sheng Hong held the swaddled baby in his arms, his eyes full of love.

"This kid looks just like you."

He looked at the delicate little face in his arms and spoke softly.

Lin Qinshuang looked at the child tenderly, her eyes full of maternal radiance.

"Honglang, I know that all the children I give birth to will be sent to the eldest lady to be raised..."

She paused, her voice choking with sobs.

"But...I really can't bear to be separated from my child..."

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks again.

Sheng Hong felt even more distressed when he saw Lin Qinshuang silently shedding tears.

He gently placed the child beside Lin Qinshuang and said softly:

"Don't cry, Shuang'er, I'll go talk to the lady about this."

His tone was firm, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

"From now on, Molan will be raised by you just like Changfeng. You don't have to worry about it."

He gently wiped the tears from Lin Qinshuang's face and comforted her softly:

"You are still in confinement after childbirth. Stop crying, or you might damage your eyes."

Lin Qinshuang was overjoyed when she heard this, but her face still showed a weak look.

She looked at Sheng Hong with gratitude, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Thank you, Honglang. You are so kind to me."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness.

Sheng Hong looked at Lin Qinshuang like this and felt even more pity for her, so he hugged her in his arms.

He secretly decided in his heart that he would let Lin Qinshuang be with the child no matter what.

Even if Wang objects, he will find a way to convince her.

Linqi Pavilion is filled with a faint milky aroma mixed with the scent of soothing incense, making people feel extremely comfortable.

Lin Qinshuang held the child in her arms, a happy smile on her face.

"Molan, Molan..."

She called the child's name softly, her eyes full of love.

Sheng Hong was filled with joy when he saw Lin Qinshuang like this.

"Is Molan the name Honglang gave his child? It sounds so beautiful."

Lin Qinshuang raised her head and looked at Sheng Hong, her eyes full of admiration.

Sheng Hong looked at Lin Qinshuang crying and laughing, and couldn't help but joking:

"I'm almost turning into a little cat."

His tone was doting, with a hint of smile.

"I've already thought of a name for our child. If it's a girl, we'll call her Molan."

He looked at the child in his arms, his eyes full of love.

Lin Qinshuang felt even sweeter when she heard this.

She knew that Sheng Hong really loved her and the child.

She held the child in her arms, humming a lullaby softly, her eyes full of happiness.

It was late at night and the Linqi Pavilion was silent.

Lin Qinshuang lay on the bed, thinking about what happened today, with a smug smile on her lips.

"This kind of little white flower style woman is really invincible when used to deal with a male chauvinist like Sheng Hong."

She was secretly pleased with herself.

"With just a few words, I coaxed the child's upbringing rights into my hands."

She remembered that Sheng Hong had promised to let her raise Molan personally, and her heart was filled with joy.

Lin Qinshuang gently patted the sleeping baby in her arms, her eyes were gentle, but there was a barely perceptible hint of pride at the corner of her mouth.

She remembered Sheng Hong's gentle promise in her ear that Molan would be raised by her personally, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.

"Madam, do you think you are sitting on the Diaoyutai?"

Lin Qinshuang's eyes flickered and her thoughts surged.

She knew that Wang would soon become pregnant and give birth to a legitimate daughter, Rulan.

In order to balance the family affairs in the backyard, Wang would also help Wei Xiaoniang get married.

"You want to use newcomers to divide my favor? It's not that easy!"

Lin Qinshuang sneered in her heart, she knew Sheng Hong's character very well.

He is easily deceived by soft tears and sweet words.

"Mrs. Wei, such a woman, you also want to compete with me?"

A hint of contempt flashed in Lin Qinshuang's eyes.

A few days later, Lin Qinshuang was discharged from confinement.

The early morning sunlight shines through the window lattice and onto the dressing table.

A beautiful face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

After being nourished by the "Shadow Soul Condensing Technique", Lin Qinshuang's skin became whiter and more delicate.

She carefully traced the shape of her eyebrows, and her eyes moved around, her gaze shining.

A light green embroidered jacket sets off her graceful figure.

The dark green long skirt, with delicate hibiscus flowers embroidered on the hem, adds a touch of charm.

The pearl hairpin on her head swayed, making a crisp sound, and swayed gently with her movements.

The maidservant was serving beside her, her eyes full of admiration:

"My young lady is so beautiful today. My master will surely be happy to see her."

Lin Qinshuang smiled at herself in the mirror, with an unconcealable sense of pride in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

"Let's go and pay our respects to the lady."

Inside the Weirui Pavilion, Wang sat upright with a calm expression.

She looked at Lin Qinshuang who walked in, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Lin Qinshuang bowed gently, her voice soft:

"I pay my respects to the Madam."

Wang nodded slightly, her tone calm:

"Get up."

She looked Lin Qinshuang up and down, with a hint of barely perceptible disgust flashing in her eyes.

"How is Molan?"

Lin Qinshuang replied softly:

"Thanks to the lady, Molan is doing well."

She raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"Thank you very much, Madam, for taking care of me these days."