Under Ji Yanjun's care, Wen Qing was very happy with her second pregnancy. However, when taking graduation photos, she was heavily pregnant, which led to her being teased by her classmates.

"Wen Qing, you really don't lose out at all. You go to school with a big belly and leave with a big belly, without giving the school a single penny."

“My dear Wenqing, your husband is truly unique. He uses the child to demonstrate his presence both when entering and leaving the school.”

"Wen Qing, bring Heng Heng along for the graduation photos too."

"And your loved one, let's take a family photo!"

"Ha ha."

"......"

Wen Qing was teased by her classmates, and everyone laughed it off, but there was still sadness about graduation. But even the saddest thing is parting, and everyone was pretty easygoing about it.

After the official graduation photo, Wen Qing, Ji Yanjun, Heng Heng, and their unborn second child took a real family photo at Nanzhou University.

Hengheng loves beauty and runs around everywhere, so Ji Yanjun takes pictures of her.

"Dad, take a picture of me."

"Dad, I'm here."

"Dad, why aren't you taking pictures of me?"

"dad!"

Ji Yanjun focused on filming Wen Qing, occasionally giving Hengheng a shot. Hengheng ran over and asked, "Dad, why aren't you filming me?"

“You always make the same peace sign pose wherever you go, no matter how many photos you take,” Ji Yanjun said.

Wen Qing covered her mouth and laughed. Hengheng really did make a perfect set of peace signs.

Hengheng turned his head blankly to look at the others. Some were hugging, some were jumping up, and some were covering their faces. Sure enough, no one was taking pictures in only one pose. He quickly covered his face with his chubby hands and said, "Dad, take a picture of me!"

The chubby little face made Wen Qing laugh. But as she laughed, she suddenly felt a stomachache and called out, "Yan Jun!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Yanjun almost immediately ran to her and hugged her, saying, "Qingqing, Qingqing."

"I think I'm going into labor," Wen Qing said, clutching her stomach.

Ji Yanjun instantly picked her up and turned to say, "Hengheng, follow me."

Hengheng was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed Ji Yanjun with his short legs, running and panting, until they got into a taxi, ran into the hospital, and ran to the delivery room. Only after they had taken Wen Qing into the delivery room did Ji Yanjun turn around to look at Hengheng, reach out and pat his head: "Hengheng, well done."

Hengheng looked blankly at the delivery room and said, "Dad, is my little sister coming out?"

"Hmm." Ji Yanjun became nervous and asked Hengheng to sit down. He then called Yao Shiling and Ji Yousheng to inform them.

More than an hour later, Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, Yao Shiling, and Wen Peng arrived.

"Yanjun," Yao Shiling asked, "How is it? How long have you been inside?"

“More than an hour,” Ji Yanjun said, his face tense.

"Don't be nervous, the second child is easier than the first." Yao Shiling comforted her, then held Hengheng in her arms and waited, though she was also extremely anxious.

Ji Yanjun was restless. Although he knew that modern medicine was advanced and childbirth was generally safe, he still couldn't help but worry and feel nervous. The thought of Wen Qing in so much pain made him unable to calm down.

Just then, a baby's cry came from the delivery room.

"She's given birth!" Liang Wenhua said happily.

"Is it Wen Qingsheng's?" Ji Yousheng asked. Just as he finished speaking, the delivery room door opened.

Ji Yanjun was the first to rush forward and ask, "Doctor, how is he?"

"Mother and daughter are safe. You can go in and see them, but not too many people can come in, and it can be noisy. The mother needs to rest," the doctor said, taking off his mask.

Ji Yanjun nodded and went inside.

Hengheng was also anxious, tugging at Yao Shiling's clothes and saying, "Grandma, Grandma, look at my sister, I want to see my sister, I want to see my sister."

"Wait a while, let's go in when there are fewer people in the delivery room, otherwise we'll disturb Mom's sleep."

"Alright then." Hengheng nodded, craning her neck to look into the delivery room.

When Yao Shiling and Hengheng entered the delivery room, Ji Yanjun was holding his daughter. Hengheng's eyes lit up, and she looked up and said, "Daddy, Daddy, is this my little sister? She came out of Mommy's tummy?"

“Yes.” Ji Yanjun said with a smile as he looked down. Just now, after seeing Wen Qing, Ji Yanjun took his daughter from the nurse. He only glanced at her once and a smile instantly bloomed on his face. His daughter looked so much like Wen Qing. He had always wanted a daughter like her, who was just like Qingqing’s daughter.

"Daddy, let me see, let me see my sister, let me see my sister." Hengheng anxiously grabbed Ji Yanjun's trouser leg, so Yao Shiling picked him up. He stretched his little head and happily looked at his sister, but after seeing her, he became unhappy.

Yao Shiling asked, "Hengheng, what's wrong?"

Hengheng looked dejected and pouted, saying, "My little sister isn't pretty. She looks like an old man." She wasn't the little sister he had imagined.

Yao Shiling was taken aback when she heard this, and then she laughed.

Months later, Hengheng lay by the bedside, coaxing Xixi softly, "Little sister, look at your brother, little sister, little sister..." Hengheng covered his face with paper to make Xixi laugh.

Xixi looked up and giggled, her voice sweet and tender.

Hengheng immediately rushed into Wen Qing's arms and said shyly, "Mom, my sister is prettier than me."

Hengheng is good-looking, but Xiaoxi is even better-looking. She takes Wenqing as her model and picks the best features of Ji Yanjun and Wenqing, such as Wenqing's big eyes and fair skin, and Ji Yanjun's long eyelashes. In particular, she has two small, shallow dimples when she smiles, making her incredibly beautiful.

Wen Qing hugged Hengheng and said, "Look, little sister is smiling again."

Hengheng peeked at her and said, "Mom, my little sister's smile is so pretty."

"Really? Who said my sister looked like a little old man the day she was born?" Ji Yanjun walked in with a smile.

"Dad, you're back," Hengheng greeted.

Ji Yanjun hummed in agreement, went up to Wen Qing, and kissed her.

As soon as Xixi saw Ji Yanjun, she immediately crawled to his side. Ji Yanjun picked her up and her dimples instantly blossomed.

"A smiling little one." Ji Yanjun poked Xixi's dimples.

Wen Qing saw Xi Xi's dimples and couldn't help but reach out to poke them, which made Heng Heng anxious.

"Dad, let me poke it too," Hengheng said.

"I won't let you poke it," Ji Yanjun refused.

As if she understood Hengheng's words, Xixi couldn't refuse her brother's poke. She bent over, leaned down, and made "ah ah" sounds towards Hengheng. Hengheng happily raised his chubby little hand and gently poked Xixi's dimple. Xixi made "ah ah" sounds, and Hengheng giggled. He cupped Xixi's face in his chubby little hand and gave her a "pop" kiss. Xixi giggled.

"Sister, sister!" Hengheng jumped around excitedly, grabbing Xixi's little hand.

Xixi nestled on Ji Yanjun's arm, giggling as she played with her brother.

Hengheng played hide-and-seek with Xixi for a while, and then grabbed Xixi's little hand to play with, making Xixi laugh non-stop.

Ji Yanjun stood there, letting the two little ones play, while Wen Qing went to make milk for Xixi. When Wen Qing swung the milk bottle onto the sofa, Hengheng and Xixi stared wide-eyed.

"Mom, let me check if my little sister is too hot," Hengheng said as he ran up to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing smiled and handed the bottle to Hengheng. Hengheng took a sip, then said, holding the bottle, "Little sister, wait a little longer, it's still a bit warm."

Xixi pursed her little mouth and stared intently at the milk bottle.

Wen Qing glanced at Hengheng and Xixi, then looked at Ji Yanjun.

The two smiled at each other, and then Ji Yanjun put Xixi on the sofa. A little while later, Hengheng held the milk bottle and fed Xixi milk.

"Little sister, drink slowly."

"Little sister, don't move around, brother will hold the bottle for you."

"......"

Not far away, Wen Qing leaned on Ji Yanjun and said, "Our son really knows how to take care of people."

"Like me."

“No, you never used to take care of people,” Wen Qing said.

"So I'm not even as good as our son?"

Wen Qing smiled and reached out to wrap her arms around Ji Yanjun's neck, saying with a smile, "My husband is great, my husband is the best! No one can compare to you, you are the number one in the world."

Ji Yanjun nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it."

Xixi had already finished her bottle of milk. Hengheng, imitating Ji Yanjun, put the bottle on the coffee table, wiped Xixi's mouth with a small towel, and said, "Little sister, don't move. You've just finished eating, so don't move around too much, or you'll spit up. Sit still, okay? I'll play with you later, okay?"

Xixi blinked and looked at Hengheng.

“Little sister, if you promise your brother, then nod,” Hengheng said.

Xixi nodded.

"Be good, listen to your brother." Hengheng touched Xixi's face with his chubby little hands.

Xi Xi chuckled, indicating her agreement.

"Good girl." Fatty Hengheng gave Xixi a hug.

Ji Yanjun: "......"

Wen Qing: "......"

Hengheng is addicted to taking care of Xixi. He not only feeds her, but also tells her stories, teaches her to speak, and makes funny faces. He dotes on his little sister very much.

Ji Yanjun doted on his daughter, Xixi. Besides bathing and combing her hair every day, he also accompanied Wen Qing to design girls' clothes, and immediately took the clothes to Xixi to ask for her opinion: "Baby, does it look good?"

If Xixi looks at you without saying anything, it means she doesn't like it. If Xixi giggles and tries to grab it, it means she likes it.

In addition, to prevent Xixi from getting bored, he would carry or hold Xixi downstairs, in the square, or even further away for a walk every day.

Whether it's day or night, whenever Xixi gets sleepy, he holds her in his arms and soothes her until she falls asleep before putting her on the bed.

With a protective older brother and a doting father, Wen Qing was easily relegated to third place. So much so that Xi Xi would call out "Dad," then "Brother," and only then "Mom."

Wen Qing expressed her frustration, and Ji Yanjun put his arm around her and said, "I heard that in the end, daughters are still closer to their mothers."

"Really?" Wen Qing asked, since she didn't have a father.

“Really.” Ji Yanjun nodded.

Wen Qing felt a little better after that.

Wen Qing felt better, but not long after, Ji Yanjun and Hengheng felt worse because Xixi could walk, had grown even more beautiful, loved to laugh, and was very warm-hearted. She seemed to have a natural affinity and was especially likable.

Many children in Nanyuan Community and the surrounding communities like Xixi and especially enjoy playing with her.

Whenever the family goes to the square to play, it's fine for the little girl to play with Xixi, but it depends on the situation when the little boy plays with Xixi.

If a little boy approaches Xixi and tries to hold her hand, or tries to poke her dimples, Hengheng is the first to jump out and say sternly, "This is my sister, don't touch her." Then he takes Xixi's hand and says, "Sister, let's go, let's not play with him anymore."

At this point, Ji Yanjun would say, "Son, well done!"

Wen Qing: "......"

Author's Note: Growing up tomorrow

See you tomorrow