Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

Yaoyao was wearing a newly made pink skirt with butterflies embroidered on the hem, and when she ran, she looked like a real butterfly dancing in the yard.

The one year and four month old girl is already eloquent and sweetly calls out to everyone she sees:

"Daddy~" The tone was drawn out, as if it was dipped in honey.

Liang Junze was pruning branches. Upon hearing this, he immediately put down his scissors, bent down to catch the little cannonball that was flying towards him, and kissed her on her pink face.

Turning around, she saw Gu Qingyan standing in the corridor holding a sword. Yaoyao opened her short little arms again: "Daddy Yan!" Gu Qingyan's usually stern face melted away in an instant. With one hand, he threw the little girl into the air and caught her steadily, making her giggle.

Zhou Ziqian came out of the study holding a scroll, and before he could even stand still, he was rushed into his arms: "Aqian Daddy!" Yaoyao raised her little face, blinking her big eyes, "Yaoyao wants to hear a story~"

This series of "daddy offensives" went smoothly, making every dad smile from ear to ear, and was a model of "treating all equally."

In comparison, Hanhan is as quiet as a little adult.

The one-year-old kid sat steadily on the cushion in the corridor, concentrating on fiddling with an exquisite Luban lock.

The sunlight filtered through the grape trellis, casting a small shadow under his thick eyelashes.

Occasionally he would utter a few simple words: "want", "give", "daddy", and his pronunciation was very clear and melodious.

The only person he ignores is his biological father Gu Qingyan.

Gu Qingyan had been squatting in front of him for half a minute. His handsome face, which had intimidated his enemies, was almost frozen with laughter. "Hanhan, call me daddy."

Hanhan didn't even raise his eyelids, and continued to fiddle with the mechanism of the Luban lock with his little hands.

"You little bastard!" Gu Qingyan finally gave in and snatched the Luban lock away. "Call me daddy and I'll give it back to you!"

Hanhan's little mouth pouted, and his big eyes like black grapes were instantly filled with tears.

Just when Gu Qingyan thought he was going to succeed, the little guy suddenly turned around and saw Mu Feng passing by. He immediately opened his little arms and said, "Daddy! Hug me!"

Mu Feng suppressed his laughter and picked him up. He even deliberately gave Han Han a loud kiss on his fair and tender face and raised his eyebrows at Gu Qingyan: "Some people just don't have the best luck with children~"

Gu Qingyan was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "You little heartless thing! Who changed your diaper in the middle of the night?"

While everyone was having fun here, Lin Yuxuan came out of the pharmacy holding six-month-old Xinxin.

The little girl inherited her father's fair skin. Her big eyes twinkle as if they can speak. She smiles at everyone she sees, revealing two deep dimples. She is so adorable that it will melt anyone's heart.

"Xinxin is so good." Lin Yuxuan proudly shook the baby in his arms, "She didn't even cry when the dressing was changed just now."

Shen Yunyan was walking around the yard holding four-month-old Ningning.

The little girl was wearing a light blue jacket, and her big black eyes were curious about everything. As soon as she was brought back into the house, she pouted and wanted to cry, and insisted that someone take her outside to "see the scenery."

"Sister!" Yaoyao suddenly slipped from Liang Junze's arms and rushed towards Shen Yunyan like a cannonball, frightening him so much that he quickly squatted down: "Yaoyao, be gentle..."

When Ningning saw her sister, she waved her hands excitedly and kept shouting "Ahhh".

Yaoyao stood on tiptoe to hug her sister, and her chubby little hands had already touched Ningning's pink face.

Seeing this, Hanhan immediately twisted himself in Mu Feng's arms and insisted on getting down.

As soon as Mu Feng put him down, the little guy staggered over to join the "battle for the sister". The two little guys surrounded Ningning, one wanting to touch her face, the other wanting to hold her hand, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

"A fight is about to break out." Zhou Ziqian stood up nervously, but was pulled back by Gu Qingyan: "Don't worry, just watch the show."

Sure enough, Hanhan took action first - he grabbed Yaoyao's pigtail.

Yaoyao felt pain and opened her mouth to bite without giving in.

The two little balls suddenly twisted into a ball and rolled around on the cushion.

"Ouch!" Yaoyao was pressed down and suddenly shouted, "Hanhan is pressing on my skirt!"

Hanhan actually let go of his hand after hearing that, but Yaoyao turned over and countered him. She straddled her chubby legs and rode directly on her brother. "Yaoyao wins!" the little girl announced proudly, not forgetting to pat the non-existent dust off her brother's clothes, "Hanhan, be good~"

Hanhan crawled towards Mu Feng with a wronged look on his face, buried his face in his neck and pretended to cry, but in fact he was secretly making faces at his sister.

Everyone was amused by this funny couple, and even Su Yue, who had just walked in, couldn't help laughing.

"What's going on?" Su Yue bent down and picked up Yaoyao who was rushing towards her.

"Mom!" Yaoyao hugged her neck and complained, "Hanhan is bad! He bit me!"

Hanhan immediately poked his head out from Mu Feng's arms, his little face flushed red: "Sister...sister is bad!" The word "sister" was called out in a clear and loud voice, which shocked everyone.

Gu Qingyan muttered sourly: "You seem to be quite happy to call me sister..."

Su Yue looked at the laughter in the yard and suddenly felt warm in her chest.

The sun is shining, the breeze is not too dry, the children are playing and fighting, and the lovers are talking and laughing happily - this is probably the best feeling in the world.

The night was as dark as ink, but the lights in the Su Mansion were as bright as day.

Liang Junze brought the last basin of boiling water into the delivery room, with steam still rising from the edge of the copper basin.

His slender fingers trembled slightly - the four words "Fu Shou An Kang" engraved on the edge of the basin were carved by Shangguan Haomu himself last year.

"Keep hot water ready at all times, and boil the scissors three times..." Liang Junze checked off the items in the delivery room one by one, his voice a few notes lower than usual. "A Xuan said that twin births are dangerous, and we must be fully prepared."

Su Yue held his cold hand, only to find that the palms of this usually calm head of the family were covered in cold sweat: "Don't worry, Amu and Achen are in good health. Achen was still able to dance with the sword last month, remember?"

As he was speaking, Lin Yuxuan hurriedly came in, his white coat stained with blood. "Achen's stomach wound is two fingers wide. I'm afraid it will only last for two days."

This sentence was like pouring a basin of cold water on hot oil.

Mu Feng immediately rushed to the kitchen, the sound of iron pots and copper kettles colliding was endless;

Shen Yunyan quickly used his abacus to instruct the servants to prepare ginseng soup, brown sugar, and other items.

Gu Qingyan patrolled the courtyard walls with a gloomy face, and the sword at his waist collided with the hidden weapon, making dangerous crisp sounds.

Zhou Ziqian stood in the corner at a loss, his fingertips twisting his belt unconsciously: "How can I help?"

"Go and take the kids to bed." Su Yue patted his shoulder, her voice gentle but unquestionable. "I'm afraid you'll be busy tomorrow."

At three quarters past midnight, Shangguan Haochen's cry of pain suddenly rose.

In the delivery room, Lin Yuxuan's voice was terrifyingly calm: "The fetus is in the right position, but the wound is not healed enough - Brother Aze, bring the ginseng soup!"

Liang Junze's hands were as steady as a rock as he fed the ginseng soup into Shangguan Haochen's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

This usually lively and cheerful young man now looked as pale as paper, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and his knuckles were bluish as he gripped the bed rails tightly.

"Ah——" Another heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.