Although the extra chapter didn't go smoothly when meeting the parents, fortunately, Han Lingxi still married Lan Mochen after graduation. The wedding wasn't grand but it was very warm, and it was held together with Yixin and Wu Zaichen's wedding.

However, Lan Mochen seemed dissatisfied with this arrangement. Every time he saw Wu Zaichen, he was reminded of the time he confessed his love in front of the girls' dormitory, which was a major blunder in his life.

However, he still enjoyed living with Han Lingxi after marriage.

That day, Han Lingxi got up early and took Lan Mochen's blanket, waking him up as well.

"Xi'er, why are you up so early?"

Lan Mochen asked sleepily.

"I took the day off today to do a thorough house cleaning."

"But we've made plans to have a get-together with the second brother and his friends today. How about you do the cleaning and I go to the party?"

Lan Mochen rubbed his eyes and tentatively said.

"No, I specifically asked for leave, how can you leave?"

Han Lingxi spoke with a straight face, but Lan Mochen felt there was something wrong with what she said. He shook his head to clear his head and suddenly realized what she meant.

"So, you took the day off just to watch me do the spring cleaning?"

Han Lingxi nodded.

"No. I can't do everything."

Lan Mochen said very firmly.

"Didn't we already divide the work?"

Han Lingxi looked completely innocent.

"What division of labor?"

Lan Mochen didn't remember them having any division of labor.

"You're in charge of cooking, you're in charge of washing dishes, you're in charge of doing laundry, you're in charge of mopping the floor..."

"Wait a minute, if I'm in charge of everything, what are you going to do?"

"Me? I'll be in charge of criticizing what you did wrong."

Han Lingxi looked at Lan Mochen with her big, sparkling eyes.

Lan Mochen turned his gaze away with difficulty, telling himself that he must fight for human rights this time and not be fooled by her again, and then said with difficulty.

"I absolutely will not listen to you this time."

"You won't listen? You really won't listen? I bet you two hundred dollars you won't last ten minutes."

Lan Mochen looked at Han Lingxi for three minutes, and then spoke.

"Okay, you win."

Then, frustrated, he reached into his pocket, pulled out two hundred yuan, and stuffed it into Han Lingxi's hand.

Han Lingxi was stunned when she received the money. She hadn't even used her ultimate move yet, so how could Lan Mochen have already admitted defeat?

Since he was being so nice, she decided to tell him.

"In that case, you should get to work and clean the house thoroughly to welcome the baby."

"What baby?"

Lan Mochen hadn't reacted yet and asked blankly. Han Lingxi touched her stomach, then raised an eyebrow at Lan Mochen.

"You're pregnant?"

Lan Mochen simply couldn't believe it.

Han Lingxi nodded gently, like a proud little peacock.

Lan Mochen danced with excitement, then picked up Han Lingxi and spun her around, startling Han Lingxi who quickly patted his shoulder.

"Put me down quickly, don't hurt the baby."

Lan Mochen quickly and gently placed Han Lingxi on the sofa, afraid that she might bump into something.

Then Lan Mochen energetically cleaned the house until it was spotless.

Three years later, when Lan Mochen looked at the spoiled and shameless boy in front of him, who was clinging to his wife's leg and demanding to sleep with her, and was about to send him to the study, he realized that his current ecstasy was just like the excitement he felt the day before starting kindergarten. He had foolishly embarked on a path of no return.

That night, Lan Mochen, biting the corner of his blanket in his study, thought aggrievedly, "I've always longed for a sweet little girl like an angel, so why is it such a treacherous brat?"

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