On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen's heart seemed to be burned by this moan.

He tilted his head slightly, and his warm lips almost touched Qingxia's cool, delicate earlobe.

His hot breath sprayed on the sensitive skin, and he whispered in a hoarse and tender voice that only the two of them could hear: "Be good and be obedient. Your husband will come over tonight and give you some medicine himself. This way you will get better faster."

There are hidden meanings in the words, and ambiguous feelings quietly grow in the dangerous and tense atmosphere.

A visibly red blush quickly crept up the tip of Qingxia's ears, spreading all the way to the back of her neck.

She buried her face deeper into Lin Zhen's broad and warm shoulders and nodded gently. Her long hair rubbed against his neck, giving him a slightly itchy sensation.

After a moment, she raised her head slightly, her watery eyes filled with a complex and inexplicable emotion as she looked at Lin Zhen's chiseled profile. Her voice was as light as a falling feather, "If my husband had come earlier to give me the medicine, perhaps this wouldn't have happened."

There was a subtle hint of resentment in his tone.

Lin Zhen's body stiffened slightly, and the arms around her tightened a little.

A trace of regret and deep apology flashed in his eyes, and his voice was filled with sorrow: "It's my husband's fault. I just wanted to see what the child would be like without the influence of the Heart-Eating Gu. Alas, I'm sorry for making you bear it alone for so long."

Qingxia gently shook her head in his arms, her voice lower and softer, almost whispering: "Don't feel wronged, my husband did the right thing. In fact, I don't want my son to become a monster that is neither human nor ghost..."

Although the word "monster" sounded as light as a mosquito, it was very clear in the quiet room!

Especially for Qingwen, who was holding her own four-month-old little genius who was just learning to speak and was extremely lively and active!

Qingwen suddenly raised her head, and her round face, which was originally looking at Chengyu tenderly and affectionately, changed color in an instant, and her eyebrows stood up!

She stood up from the chair with a jerk. Chengyu in her arms shook his head at her sudden movement and made an unhappy "yaa" sound.

Qingwen's pretty face was frosty, and her gaze shot towards Qingxia like sharp arrows. Her voice was urgent and angry, full of offended anger: "Hey! Whose child are you calling a monster?! Explain yourself clearly!"

Qingxia was disturbed by the voice and her emotions were instantly withdrawn.

She slowly broke away from Lin Zhen's warm and solid embrace.

The eyes that had just seemed soft because of dependence instantly regained their usual coldness and a hint of playful amusement when facing Qingwen.

The corners of her lips curled up ever so slightly as she looked at little Chengyu in Qingwen's arms, who was looking around curiously with his big, black eyes wide open. She deliberately raised her voice a few notches with a hint of cold mockery: "Of course, it must be someone's child who can recognize his father and mother at just four months old, speak clearly, and is in a hurry to grow teeth. He must be someone's monster. Can any normal child be this smart? Huh?"

She emphasized the word "monster", clearly a teasing.

Qingwen's pretty face turned red after hearing what she said, and she was speechless for a moment.

Looking at the clever and lovely son in his arms, and then at Qingxia's eyes that were clearly full of admiration, he felt a breath caught in his chest.

You want to get angry, right? Qingxia's words sound like she is praising her son's talent?

After being angry for a long time, she could only glare at Qingxia fiercely, picked up Chengyu and kissed his little face hard, then snorted loudly at Qingxia to express her dissatisfaction, then sat back angrily and ignored her.

Lin Zhen was watching from the sidelines, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. These two enemies were so bitter. He quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, clapping his hands and changing the subject: "Alright, alright! Stop talking. Come on, don't just stand there. Let's go in and see our little Chengshu!"

His tone was relaxed and expectant, trying to ease the tension in the room.

As soon as these words were spoken, they received an immediate response.

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's go see little Chengshu!" Wan'er stood up with a smile.

Huanbi also nodded curiously, showing an expectant expression.

Even Qingwen, who was sulking just now, couldn't help but stretch her neck.

She wanted to see whether the child born to Madam Qingxia, whose biological mother was so "ferocious", would be as gifted as her?

At least, he shouldn't be worse than his own "evil" son, right?

Everyone stood up, walked lightly, and filed into the warm inner room that exuded a faint milky fragrance.

The light in the room was soft, and a small, thickly cushioned rattan cradle was quietly placed by the window.

The wet nurse was bending over slightly, rocking the cradle gently and humming a lullaby softly.

Seeing the prince and his wives coming in, the wet nurse immediately stopped what she was doing, knelt down respectfully, and then at Qingxia's slight glance, she bowed and retreated quietly, leaving the space to the master's family.

Everyone gathered around the cradle.

In the cradle, a small baby, who was obviously thinner than a normal newborn, was sleeping soundly.

Her face was small, her skin was a little wrinkled, with the blush unique to newborns, but she looked very peaceful, her little mouth was slightly open, and her breathing was even and light.

Compared to the chubby and energetic little Chengyu in Qingwen's arms, this little guy looks particularly weak and pitiful.

Lin Zhen leaned over and looked at his newborn son tenderly, feeling the tenderness of being a father for the first time.

He whispered to Qingxia beside him: "How many times has little Chengshu had his milk? He seems to be sleeping soundly."

Qingxia also looked at her son in the cradle, the coldness in her eyes softened by boundless maternal love: "Since he was born yesterday, he has only been fed twice in total. Each time, he didn't eat much. He would fall asleep after sucking for a while because he was tired."

There was a hint of worry and helplessness in his tone.

"Oh?" Qingwen's voice sounded immediately, with a little pride and boasting. She couldn't help but toss the heavy and dishonest Chengyu in her arms up again, causing the little guy to giggle.

"That's what I said. How could anyone compare to our big fat boy Chengyu? He could eat a lot back then. He could eat four wet nurses for one meal!"

She gestured proudly with her free hand, "He sleeps after eating and smiles when he wakes up. He's so easy to feed!"

She looked at the little Chengshu in the cradle with a sense of superiority in her eyes.

Qingxia rolled her eyes without any hesitation, curled her lips, and said sarcastically: "Oh, do you think everyone is like that little pig you raised? Eat and sleep, sleep and eat? At such a young age, you have such a big appetite, aren't you afraid of bursting your belly!"

"You!" Qingwen's anger, which had just subsided, resurfaced.

At this moment, little Chengyu, who had been quietly lying in Qingwen's arms and looking around, was attracted by something.

His big black eyes rolled around and finally locked onto Qingxia, who was standing beside the cradle, wearing a tight suit and looking heroic!

Little Chengyu suddenly became extremely excited, babbling. His two chubby arms, like lotus root nodes, stretched out forcefully toward Qingxia. His body began to twist dishonestly in Qingwen's arms, and his little mouth eagerly shouted, "Ah!...Auntie...Hold me! Auntie, hold me!"

Although the pronunciation is unclear, the intention of intimacy and asking for a hug is extremely obvious!

Qingxia was stunned by his sudden enthusiasm.

Looking at the delicate and lively little girl, her cold heart seemed to be rippled as if a warm stone was thrown into it.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up in an almost imperceptible arc, and she stretched out her hand, pretending to take it: "You clever little thing, you still remember me? Come here and give your aunt a hug!"