Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"No, we won't have another one. Your mother and I have something to discuss."

Huo Wang had no idea where he had heard about this.

Considering all factors, he has no plans to have children in the next few years. Moreover, Jiang Ji's mental health and acceptance of having a child will require a process.

"Once he has a child with your mother, no one will want you anymore. You'll be thrown out of the house and forced to scavenge for trash and sell plastic bottles. Then, Pei Hong might find you, drag you back, and make you practice piano all over again."

Pei Hui spoke in a sarcastic tone, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Jiang Ji blinked in confusion, his body trembling noticeably, but he remained resolute: "Mom would never abandon me."

“When they have another child, you won’t be their little darling anymore.”

Pei Hui was still stirring things up. Jiang Zhuhua was so enraged that he slapped him across the thigh.

He was in a wheelchair and not tall enough. I could only slap him on the thigh.

"I advise you to stop now. If you cry, you'll have to comfort you."

Jiang Zhuhua knew he himself lacked a sense of security, but An'an was still young. If he were told such things, An'an would easily take them seriously, and at the very least, he would have a nightmare about it, or even develop a distrust of the family.

Perhaps it's because she's become a mother, but she always unconsciously thinks things are very serious, and she's even already imagining Jiang Ji becoming insecure and gradually turning to the dark side.

"If you cry, I'll knock you out."

Pei Hui turned Jiang Ji around so he was facing him. He spoke with a very serious and earnest expression.

Jiang Ji's lips trembled almost involuntarily several times, her eyes reddening and welling up with tears that threatened to spill over several times.

He was so aggrieved that he would burst into tears if anyone said a single word to him.

Huo Wang pinched his nose, feeling a headache coming on, then turned and pulled the person into his arms. But, has Jiang Ji gained weight recently? She seems a little heavier.

"Waaah... Huo Wang, he's so fierce. I'll never think he's handsome again."

Jiang Ji seemed to have suddenly found a backer, hugging Huo Wang's neck and crying uncontrollably. She cried so hard that she couldn't keep her mouth shut, even saying that she used to think he was very handsome and secretly imitated him.

Pei Hui's lips curled into a subtle smile.

The child cried terribly, but also forgot very quickly. Jiang Zhuhua gave Pei Hui two candied hawthorns, and Pei Hui gave Jiang Ji one, and they made up instantly.

In the evening, the four of them went out for a while. Huo Wang didn't invite his friends; today, he preferred to spend time with his girlfriend.

That night, Pei Hui finally agreed to let Jiang Ji sleep with him.

"Mom, I want a bedtime story tonight too."

Jiang Zhuhua escorted Jiang Ji to Pei Hui's side, and Jiang Ji reached out her soft hand and tugged at her. She spoke as if it were perfectly natural.

"You're so old, do you still need to listen to bedtime stories?"

Pei Hui's sarcastic remark.

"That must be because you haven't heard my mom tell such wonderful bedtime stories. Her bedtime stories are the best in the world."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ji immediately became displeased. He emphasized it very heavily.

"Speak. Now go lie down."

What could Jiang Zhuhua do? He could only push the wheelchair over there.

One was older than the other, the older one leaning against the headboard, the younger one burrowed under the covers, its eyes wide with anticipation. Looking closely, the two really did look alike. Only their overall demeanor was worlds apart.

"You should go to sleep early too."

Jiang Zhuhua didn't ask him if he wanted to hear a bedtime story, but she consciously left a dim bedside lamp on and turned off the rest of the lights.

Pei Hui didn't speak, but stood there stunned for a moment. Then he took off his coat and crawled into bed. He had come in a hurry and hadn't brought pajamas or anything.

He didn't really know why he came; he just wanted to come. But when he stepped into this place, he felt regret.

"On a planet, there are three giant breadfruit trees and some volcanoes, and on top of that, a very, very beautiful rose..."

Jiang Zhuhua's voice was soft and slow, gentle yet with a firm strength, as she slowly told the story. Her voice was so gentle that it seemed to draw the listener into this somewhat naive tale.

The child had been playing all day and was exhausted. He belatedly felt tired and quickly fell asleep. His breathing became steady and long.

Jiang Zhuhua slowly stopped telling the story.

She couldn't tell if the other person was asleep or not; at least he hadn't opened his eyes. Jiang Zhuhua simply pushed the wheelchair out slowly and closed the door behind him.

The light in the hallway was blocked out as the door closed. Pei Hui slowly opened her eyes. So this was a bedtime story? It didn't seem like much of a deal.

Why did we feel so envious when we were young? But now that we have it, it seems like it doesn't matter to us anymore.

That was just a very ordinary story; he could read the book himself.

Jiang Ji was half asleep, and Pei Hui was lost in thought. Jiang Ji then sprawled out on top of him. Pei Hui tried to push him away several times, but Jiang Ji wouldn't give up. In the end, he had no choice but to sleep with the sturdy child in his arms.

This time, however, I slept more soundly, which was a rare treat.

Do you need to go to the restroom?

Huo Wang pushed Jiang Zhuhua, wheelchair and all, into the house. Jiang Zhuhua hadn't gone to the bathroom much today, as being in a wheelchair was quite inconvenient, even with her crutches.

“Go ahead. But it’s alright, I have my own cane.”

Jiang Zhuhua unfolded her folding cane and stood up. She wasn't completely useless yet.

"There's no need for you to come with me."

Jiang Zhuhua walked into the restroom and saw Huo Wang following her with concern. Her face instantly froze, she couldn't smile anymore, and even blushed.

Intimacy is one thing, but going to the toilet is another. Humans are really vulnerable when they need to use the toilet.

Huo Wang remained silent, only appearing awkward and uneasy, his eyes darting around, before finally sitting back down on the edge of the bed. A grown man, yet he was as flustered as a timid young wife.

But then I thought, she's my girlfriend, we did everything together, it was just going to the bathroom...

Huo Wang tried to stand up, but his legs felt inexplicably heavy, as if filled with lead. It felt strange. If he emphasized it now, it would make him seem a little abnormal.

Jiang Zhuhua quickly came out, all tidied up.

"kiss."

After Jiang Zhuhua moved himself onto the bed, he naturally wanted to kiss her. Longing doesn't need words; once they met, their lips were itching to kiss.

"No kissing. You're just here to start the fire."