Postpartum depression, postpartum lochia, puerperal infection, delivery risks...

It was not until Xiaoyue was one and a half years old that Ji Yu had no choice but to hire a nanny.

The nanny also lived nearby, and when she heard that she only needed to look after the child during the day, she signed the contract immediately.

When Xiaoyueliang just turned three, Ji Yu sent her to kindergarten. Every day after finishing two classes at school and returning home, she had the opportunity to spend time alone with Chaochao.

Shen Chaochao's business is now very big. He has opened more than a dozen bakeries in a few years. He has even opened chain stores in several cities around the capital.

Ji Yu looked at the glittering Shen Chaochao and couldn't help but sigh that she was indeed talented in business.

Or maybe the protagonist’s business was so big in his previous life, and Chao Chao’s contribution was indispensable.

Ji Yu hugged Shen Chaochao's waist and bit her earlobe unconsciously.

Shen Chaochao murmured, "Stop messing around, we're settling the score!"

"Wife, I finally managed to send Xiaoyue to school. Now it's just you and me at home..."

Shen Chaochao quickly understood Ji Yu's meaningful words: "I want the second one."

Hearing the word "Second", Ji Yu took two steps back reflexively and explained in a low voice: "No, no, no, I only need you."

Shen Chaochao also smiled when she saw Ji Yu's reaction. It was true that having a second child would not be a disadvantage for her, after all, it was Ji Yu who had been taking care of the child.

…………

Ji Yu and Shen Chaochao spent sixty years together.

The day has finally arrived when Shen Chaochao is about to die, but his favorability is still stuck at 99.

[System, will my mission fail? ]

[There are still 20 minutes left before the target's health will reach the limit. So if the favorability has not reached 100, it will be considered a mission failure.]

Ji Yu asked again, "What happens if the mission fails?"

[Start the next mission! We are not the kind of unscrupulous system that will easily wipe out the host, please rest assured! ]

Ji Yu looked at the white-haired Shen Chaochao in front of her, the warm sunlight shining on her face.

Suddenly, Ji Yu recalled the noon of an award ceremony many years ago. The two of them hid under the playground, holding hands and whispering. The sun at that time was as bright as it is today.

Ji Yu found a dusty harmonica among some old things.

"Chao Chao, let me play one last song for you!"

Shen Chaochao no longer had the strength to nod, and could only mutter "OK".

Ji Yu held the harmonica tightly and played a soft and majestic song "Wedding in the Dream".

"What's the name of this song?" This sentence seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Ji Yu smiled kindly: "A wedding in a dream. The thing I regret most in my life is that I didn't hold a proper wedding for you."

"Ji Yu, please don't marry anyone else after I leave. I will only be selfish for once in my life."

Shen Chaochao's voice sounded old, and he had to pause several times before he could finish a complete sentence.

Ji Yu smiled and held her hand tightly: "I came here for you in this life. If you leave, there is no point for me to stay in this world."

Shen Chaozhao smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

"When did you start to like me?"

Ji Yu was thinking about a lot of things, and finally said: "It was probably the first time we met, when you were carrying a heavy load of firewood and walking very fast."

Shen Chaochao smiled. This was the first time in her life that she felt that helping her family with farm work actually had its benefits.

"I fell in love with you the day you played the harmonica on the playground. Play another one for me..."

Ji Yu continued to play the song "Farewell" which he played when he was young.

[Ding! The target's favorability increased by 1. The current favorability is 100.]

【Congratulations to the host for completing the mission. 】

Ji Yu ignored the system's voice and continued playing the last farewell song.

The song ended and the crowd dispersed. Ji Yu's last tear quietly slid down and dripped onto the back of Shen Chaochao's hand, but she would never feel it again.