"Hengheng, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry." Ji Yousheng carefully held Hengheng, patting and coaxing her gently.

Liang Wenhua just stood there watching.

After a while, Hengheng stopped crying and fell asleep again.

Liang Wenhua: "..."

Ji Yousheng put Hengheng back on the crib, and Ji Yanjun came out of the bathroom.

“Yanjun, Hengheng is asleep, so we’ll head back too,” Ji Yousheng said.

"I'll take you there," Ji Yanjun said.

"No, no, no, Hengheng needs someone to look after him." Liang Wenhua stopped Ji Yanjun, glanced at the bathroom, and pouted, as if Wen Qing would mistreat her chubby grandson. "He can't even take care of himself, how can you expect her to? Humph." Her son had to stay and look after his grandson.

“Mom.” Ji Yanjun immediately became unhappy when Liang Wenhua said something bad about Wen Qing.

Ji Yousheng quickly pulled Liang Wenhua aside and said, "Yanjun, you stay here. Your mother and I are leaving. We'll be home soon. You don't need to see us off. It's important to keep an eye on Hengheng."

As she spoke, she pulled Liang Wenhua outside.

Ji Yanjun said to the bathroom, "Qingqing, Mom and Dad have gone back to the county town."

"Dad, Mom, take care. I'm doing laundry, so I won't see you off," Wen Qing called from the bathroom.

Liang Wenhua muttered to herself, rolling her eyes, as Ji Yousheng dragged her out of the Nanyuan residential area.

As soon as they left the residential compound, Liang Wenhua said, "She does laundry? Does she look like someone who does laundry? Laundry? She just throws it in a basin or a washing machine, and in the end, my son still has to do it! Laundry? She talks a good game!"

Ji Yousheng ignored her.

Liang Wenhua continued, "I knew it! Why would my grandson cry when he sees me? It must be something that woman taught him in the womb."

Was it taught in the womb? And this kind of thing is still present?

Ji Yousheng stared at Liang Wenhua in disbelief.

Liang Wenhua was furious. Her handsome grandson wouldn't be close to her, and her son was practically a henpecked husband. The more she looked at Wen Qing, the more she disliked him, but there was nothing she could do. She kept complaining to Ji Yousheng.

“Otherwise, how could a baby who's only a little over a month old and already so good-looking know anything? It must be from the womb that he was raised badly. And Yanjun, he works both inside and outside the house, and I've seen how much thinner he's become. Tell me, why did he marry Wenqing? To be treated like an old matriarch? I didn't want him to marry her back then, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened, she's all bossing us around!”

"Alright, just say less," Ji Yousheng advised.

"Why should I say less!" Liang Wenhua raised his voice: "That woman is probably talking badly about me behind my son's back, otherwise why would my son protect her like this?"

Ji Yousheng couldn't persuade her and got annoyed by her nagging: "Your son is willing, your son is willing to serve her, your grandson is willing to recognize her as his mother, do whatever you want!"

Ji Yousheng left after he finished speaking.

Liang Wenhua was speechless, feeling both angry and helpless. She could only follow Ji Yousheng toward the bus stop.

Meanwhile, Wen Qing finished washing clothes and came out of the bathroom. Ji Yanjun was cooking, and Hengheng was fast asleep in the small bed.

After glancing at Ji Yanjun, Wen Qing tiptoed to Hengheng's bedside.

The little one was sleeping soundly, his face was tender and chubby, and because he had just cried, there were still thin tears on his long eyelashes, making him both lovable and endearing.

"Little Hengheng," Wen Qing whispered, then gently kissed the little guy on the cheek.

The little guy was still fast asleep.

Wen Qing looked at it, her heart softening. After a while, she stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Ji Yanjun was wearing an apron, standing tall and skillfully chopping vegetables when Wen Qing stepped forward and hugged him from behind.

Ji Yanjun stopped what he was doing, a smile playing on his lips, and asked, "Hungry?"

"no."

"Missing me?"

"no."

"Suddenly you feel like you love me so much?"

Wen Qing smiled and then replied, "Mm."

Ji Yanjun couldn't help but smile. He usually looked mischievous, but at this moment he was actually a little shy because of "love".

Wen Qing, of course, could not see Ji Yanjun's appearance at this moment. She still had her arm around Ji Yanjun's strong waist and said, "Yanjun, Hengheng looks like you."

"Like you, isn't it?"

“Like you,” Wen Qing insisted.

"Where?" Ji Yanjun asked.

“He looks just like you in every way, especially his long eyelashes, which he got from you,” Wen Qing said with a smile.

Ji Yanjun turned his head to look at Wen Qing, his long, thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow, adding a touch of charm.

“Look, her eyelashes are very long,” Wen Qing said, sticking her head out.

Ji Yanjun turned his head back and kissed Wen Qing's lips. Wen Qing stepped back, and he leaned in and bit Wen Qing's lips, sucking on them.

Wen Qing smiled slightly, then reached out and wrapped her arms around Ji Yanjun's neck. Ji Yanjun put one arm around Wen Qing's waist, turned off the fire on the stove with the other, and put both hands on Wen Qing's waist, kissing her as he pushed her out of the kitchen.

Since Wen Qing became pregnant, Ji Yanjun had hardly touched her, fearing he might hurt her or the baby. For the hot-blooded and lustful Ji Yanjun, this was practically torture. Finally, today arrived. Ji Yanjun, panting heavily and burning with fever, released Wen Qing and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it clean?"

"Um."

As soon as Wen Qing finished speaking, Ji Yanjun suddenly picked her up and threw her onto the very soft bed.

Wen Qing immediately adopted a frightened yet coquettish demeanor: "Who are you, comrade? My wife isn't home. You can't just come in like this. Please leave."

Ji Yanjun hadn't done this in a long time and was already at his breaking point, but Wen Qing's teasing almost drove him crazy: "Is your wife not home?"

"Hmm." Wen Qing retreated in "fear."

Ji Yanjun's eyes blazed as he stared intently at Wen Qing. In a few quick movements, he took off his shirt, revealing a muscular upper body that exuded a unique masculine allure. He watched Wen Qing as he began to unbuckle his belt.

A crisp metallic clang ignited a fire in Wen Qing's heart, while Ji Yanjun's almost predatory gaze filled her with excitement and anticipation.

With a "thud," her slippers fell off the bed. Wen Qing's feet were bare. She immediately climbed back onto the bed, but as soon as she turned around, Ji Yanjun grabbed her ankle.

"Wife, where are you running to?"

Before Wen Qing could run, Ji Yanjun's strong and heavy body pressed down on her.

"Yanjun." Wen Qing turned over.

Ji Yanjun cupped her firm buttocks with his large hands and easily pulled her onto his naked body. Then, without saying a word, he kissed her lips, chin, collarbone, and nipples.

Wen Qing's slender, white arms rested on his shoulders, making a soft sound.

"Qingqing." Ji Yanjun's kiss followed the momentum, lingering by her ear, while his hand slid down her waist, exploring her secret place.

Wen Qing let out a soft "hmm," a delicate sound that seemed to drip with moisture. Ji Yanjun trembled all over, lifting Wen Qing's buttocks and placing her on his body. His vocal cords were tense, as if suppressing surging emotions, and he said, "Qingqing, help it up, help it up."

Wen Qing shyly reached out her hand, her fingers just barely touching his.

He suddenly thrust upwards hard, and Wen Qing cried out. Ji Yanjun also let out a sound of pleasure. After a series of thrusts, Ji Yanjun seemed to feel unsatisfied. With their bodies still connected, he pressed Wen Qing down and pounded into her violently.

"Yanjun, Yanjun," Wen Qing called out in a hoarse voice.

"Qingqing, I'm here, I'm here." Ji Yanjun held her close. He had almost forgotten the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. Listening to Wen Qing's voice, he was intimate with her, as if there were only the two of them in the world, swaying freely, stirring up huge waves on the water, until the wind and rain stopped.

Ji Yanjun slowly softened his body, lay on top of Wen Qing, stroked Wen Qing's sweaty bangs, and leaned in to kiss her cheek: "Wife."

Wen Qing nestled in his arms to calm herself.

Ji Yanjun smiled with satisfaction.

The two embraced.

When Hengheng's cries came from the living room, Ji Yanjun immediately got dressed, ran to the living room, picked Hengheng up, and thought he was crying because he was hungry, but it turned out he had wet himself.

"What's wrong?" Wen Qing's voice came from the bedroom.

"The diaper was soaked with urine," Ji Yanjun said.

Wen Qing tried to get up, but before she could, she heard Ji Yanjun say, "I'll change. You sleep for a while and get up when the food is ready."

Wen Qing didn't respond. Just as she was about to get up, Ji Yanjun came in carrying Hengheng. He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Wife, you sleep for a while. I'll take care of our son after you give birth to him."

Wen Qing felt a warmth in her heart, but she still found a diaper and watched as Ji Yanjun skillfully changed Hengheng's diaper, and Hengheng fell asleep again.

Ji Yanjun put Hengheng on the bed and said, "Let him sleep next to you. You sleep a little longer, and get up when the food is ready."

"Yanjun, you're so kind," Wen Qing said with a smile.

Ji Yanjun immediately leaned in and said, "Come here and give me a kiss."

Wen Qing kissed Ji Yanjun on the lips, and Ji Yanjun went to cook. Wen Qing lay on the bed with chubby little Hengheng sleeping beside her. Wen Qing smiled and kissed him, looking at him. She couldn't help but notice his long eyelashes, which were just like Ji Yanjun's. She reached out her slender fingers to pluck at the little guy's eyelashes and then whispered, "Little Hengheng, when will you call me 'Mommy'? When will you call me 'Daddy'?"

She couldn't help but touch her son's rosy little face again. It was so smooth. Wen Qing loved it so much that she kissed Hengheng's rosy little face again.

Hengheng was sleeping soundly, but Wen Qing's noise made him burst into tears. When he cried, Wen Qing wanted to cover her ears because his voice was so loud and forceful.

"Wife, why are you crying again?" Ji Yanjun asked.

Wen Qing said, "I caused it."

"What did you do to offend them?"

“I poked his face, I poked his eyelashes.”

Ji Yanjun: "...I'll hold him." Wen Qing was in confinement after giving birth, and during that time she really only focused on confinement. The only thing she learned was how to hold Hengheng. Everything else was handled by Ji Yanjun and Yao Shiling. Of course, Ji Yanjun did most of the work, and Wen Qing didn't have to worry about anything.

At this moment, Ji Yanjun picked up Hengheng and coaxed him for a while until he fell asleep again. Ji Yanjun said, "Don't bother him. Let him sleep well. If he doesn't sleep well, he will keep crying."

Wen Qing nodded, watching Ji Yanjun put Hengheng on the small bed, and then watched from the side.

In the days that followed, Wen Qing learned to take care of the child from Ji Yanjun. By the time she had learned, it was time for her to go back to school. Meanwhile, Hengheng had already learned to roll over.

Compared to his newborn self, who looked like a red, wrinkled little old man, little Hengheng is now showing his good looks. He has a chubby face, bright eyes, and long, curled eyelashes, looking like a baby who crawled out of a painting. His little arms and legs are like lotus roots, segmented, and he is extremely cute.

"Oh my, my Hengheng is so handsome, so handsome!" Liang Wenhua said to Hengheng with a big smile. Hengheng leaned on Ji Yanjun's shoulder with a cool expression, ignoring Liang Wenhua.

"Little Hengheng, let Grandma hold you." Liang Wenhua stretched out her arms to Hengheng.

Hengheng immediately snuggled into Ji Yanjun's arms.

Liang Wenhua: "..." But she wasn't annoyed at all, and continued to call out with a smile, "Hengheng, are you playing hide-and-seek with Grandma? Hengheng..."

Wen Qing, who was changing her shoes at the door and getting ready to go to school, glanced back at Liang Wenhua and found it amusing.

Liang Wenhua truly loves her grandson. Ever since Hengheng was born, she would cry whenever she touched him. Now he can crawl almost all the time, but Hengheng still doesn't like Liang Wenhua. Liang Wenhua is such an unreasonable person, and she has repeatedly run into obstacles in front of Hengheng. Instead of giving up, she treats Hengheng with all her heart.

Every day, she would call to ask if Hengheng was good and how much milk she drank. Sometimes she would come to see Hengheng, and other times she would urge Ji Yanjun to take Hengheng home for a couple of days. She no longer had the same murderous aura towards her as before. Of course, Liang Wenhua still didn't like her.

"Mom, Yanjun, I'm going to school." Wen Qing changed her shoes and stood up.

Liang Wenhua ignored Wen Qing.

Ji Yanjun carried Hengheng to the door.

“Baby, Mommy’s going to school. Can you give me a kiss?” Wen Qing said to Heng Heng. Heng Heng immediately came over with his chubby little body, pouting his red little mouth and leaning close to Wen Qing’s face.

Wen Qing cupped Hengheng's chubby little face in her hands and gave him a kiss on the lips. The little guy happily splashed around in Ji Yanjun's arms like a little carp.

Ji Yanjun smiled. No matter how Wen Qing usually teases Hengheng, as long as Wen Qing kisses him, the little chubby boy will happily move around.

"Hengheng, don't move around, don't move around, be careful not to fall." Liang Wenhua immediately came over and protected Hengheng, afraid that Hengheng would fall.

Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing: "..."

Wen Qing whispered to Ji Yanjun, "Yanjun, I'm going to school." Taking advantage of Liang Wenhua's inattention, she secretly kissed Ji Yanjun. Ji Yanjun smiled, looking reluctant to part with her.

When Hengheng was hiding from Liang Wenhua, he turned his head and couldn't see his mother anymore. His big, dark eyes looked around, and his chubby little body twisted and turned in Ji Yanjun's arms. Where is Mommy? Where is Mommy?

“Mom went to school,” Ji Yanjun said.

"Mommy went to school, but Grandma is here." As soon as Liang Wenhua finished speaking, Hengheng burst into tears.

"Hengheng, don't cry, Grandma will hold you, Grandma will hold you." Liang Wenhua stretched out her arms, and Hengheng cried a little louder as she tried to hug her.

"Don't let Grandma hold you, Grandma will hold you. He won't let you hold him, why are you making such a fuss!" Ji Yousheng walked in from outside and scolded Liang Wenhua when he saw this scene.

Liang Wenhua's former tenacity was perfectly transferred to Hengheng. No matter how many times Hengheng abused her, she still believed that Hengheng would let her hug him in the next second. Although that hasn't happened yet, she still doesn't blame Hengheng. Seeing Hengheng crying sadly, she started scolding Wen Qing again.

“What’s the point of her going to school? She’s always causing trouble. Look, the child is crying like this.” Liang Wenhua was sticking close to Hengheng.

Hengheng cried even louder.

Liang Wenhua consciously stepped back, keeping a distance from Hengheng, but muttered under her breath, "Going to school and working all the time, and then having a child but not taking care of her, what does she want? Does she think she can fly to the moon?" Liang Wenhua only dared to mutter in a low voice, because if she spoke louder, Ji Yanjun would hear her and get angry.

Liang Wenhua felt that her life was becoming more and more miserable, but after having her eldest grandson, she felt that it was okay. She often thought that if Wen Qing hadn't given birth to Hengheng, she would definitely have made Yan Jun and Wen Qing divorce.

After Ji Yanjun appeased Hengheng, Liang Wenhua and Ji Yousheng returned to the county town. Before leaving, they instructed them to take good care of Hengheng and to bring her back to the county town in a few days.

Ji Yanjun agreed, and then carried Hengheng to stroll around Nanzhou University.

Ji Yanjun's stroll was purposeful. Wen Qing was heavily pregnant when she arrived at the university, so most people could tell at a glance that she was already taken. After giving birth, Wen Qing's figure did not change, and she exuded an irresistible charm, which led to countless rivals suddenly appearing on campus.

He even wrote love poems, and Ji Yanjun could recite several of them:

A day apart feels like an eternity of longing, each day feeling like a year.

And what of the lush, fragrant grasses? They are just like my heart.

Is there anything else you'd like to linger for a moment, to look back into my deeply affectionate eyes?

Sour, sour, sour words and phrases!

Ji Yanjun was extremely unhappy. He didn't expect there to be so many people in the world who had the same good taste as him. Fortunately, he struck first and was now swaggering around Nanzhou University with the fruits of his victory—no, with the little chubby ball of victory.

"Son," Ji Yanjun called out.

The little chubby ball was in his arms, extremely curious about everything around him. Its bright, black eyes looked around curiously, clearly happy because of the crowd and the lively atmosphere.

"Son," Ji Yanjun called out again.

Hengheng couldn't speak, so she made two "ah ah" sounds as a response to Ji Yanjun.

“Your mother goes to school here,” Ji Yanjun said.

Hengheng made two "ah ah" sounds and continued to look at the students coming and going. It happily fluttered in Ji Yanjun's arms, attracting the attention of many students.

"What a beautiful child."

"They're so cute, like they stepped right out of a painting."

"Boy or girl?"

"It's definitely a girl. Look, she's wearing red clothes and a red hat. It's definitely a girl." In fact, when Wen Qing was pregnant, Ji Yanjun wanted a girl and bought a lot of girls' clothes, skirts, shoes, and pink things. But she gave birth to a boy. Since all those girls' clothes couldn't go to waste, they were all given to Hengheng to wear. Anyway, Hengheng didn't know he was wearing girls' clothes.

Wen Qing was quite concerned. She heard people discussing boys and girls from afar, and when she looked, she saw her husband taking their son for a stroll at school.

However, before she went up, a tall young man handed her a letter, nervously saying, "Wen Qing, this is for you." The young man then ran away.

Wen Qing held the letter, but before she could even speak, the young man had vanished without a trace.

"Your wife is really adorable," Ji Yanjun's voice drifted over.

Wen Qing smiled awkwardly while holding the letter, then threw it into her schoolbag, walked up, clapped her hands, and said, "Hengheng."

Hengheng had already seen Wen Qing, and now her chubby body was practically leaning into Wen Qing's arms.

"My little darling." Wen Qing smiled and hugged her.

"Ah ah." Hengheng immediately hugged Wenqing's neck happily and kissed Wenqing's face. Her chubby face looked like she was being coquettish, which was extremely cute.

Wen Qing kissed him too, making him giggle, completely ignoring Ji Yanjun, whose face grew even darker.

"Little darling, why are you dressed all in pink? Who dressed you?" Wen Qing asked, tugging at Hengheng's clothes.

Hengheng seemed to understand, turning her little head to look at Ji Yanjun, as if to say that her father dressed her up.

"Why did Dad dress you in pink again?" Wen Qing asked.

Ji Yanjun didn't respond to her words. He bent down, took the schoolbag from her hand, and walked forward with his head down.

"Yanjun, Yanjun," Wen Qing called out, then walked forward and said, "Yanjun, I suddenly had an idea during class today. I want to start a children's clothing brand for Feng Qing. What do you think? Hengheng will have clothes to wear in the future."

"It's alright," Ji Yanjun replied dismissively.

"Ahhh." Hengheng was practically the background music.

However, the instrument was too heavy, and Wen Qing slowed down after only a few steps. One by one, classmates came up and said, "This little girl is really talented." The little girl they were referring to was Heng Heng.

Hengheng was unhappy and stopped calling out, "Boy, boy, he's clearly a boy."

"It's not a girl, it's my son." Wen Qing smiled awkwardly, it's all because her son is too handsome and has too long eyelashes.

"You have a son now?" a classmate asked in surprise. Wen Qing was getting more and more beautiful, and everyone seemed to have forgotten about the pregnant woman walking around the campus, or rather, they didn't associate Wen Qing with that pregnant woman at all.

"Yes." Wen Qing said with a smile, "This is my son, and the man in front of me is my husband, my son's father."

"That man in front of me is my husband, the father of my son..." Wen Qing introduced him in front of so many people.

Upon hearing this, Ji Yanjun stopped in his tracks, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He turned back, took Hengheng from Wen Qing's arms, and gently said, "Wife, let's go home."