Whether taking a bath or sleeping, the little pig always held onto the egg. Once, Ye Qingqing wanted to take the egg out to wipe the little guy's hands, but the little guy was unhappy and whined, refusing to let go. Ye Qingqing had no choice but to let him have his way.

But this egg really piqued her curiosity; she really wanted to know what was inside.

Moreover, she often peered through the little guy's fingers and noticed that the eggshell color was changing; it used to be pure white like jade, but now it's a bit bluish-gray.

"Brother, is the egg about to hatch?"

That evening, after Ye Qingqing fed the piglet, the little guy quickly fell asleep. She couldn't help but observe the egg again, and she had a feeling that the egg would hatch soon.

Lu Mo picked up the pig's hand to look at it, but the little guy was unhappy. Even when he was asleep, he protected the egg tightly, pulled his hand back, and turned over so that his bottom was facing Lu Mo.

"puff"

Ye Qingqing couldn't help but laugh, "This little thing is incredibly clever; it'll be perfect for guarding the house from now on."

Lu Mo's interest was piqued. He slowly pulled the little guy's hand away and finally saw the egg inside. It had indeed changed color, which meant that the egg was alive and was constantly changing. Maybe it would really hatch into a little thing.

"I'll see in a few days. Go to sleep."

Lu Mo's eyes deepened, a flicker of fire within them. He had been holding back for almost half a year, and finally, the double full moon celebration was over. He had specially gone home early today to celebrate.

Ye Qingqing felt Lu Mo's heat, and her body instantly burned. She lowered her head and responded with a soft "Mmm..."

She had been holding back for a long time, eagerly anticipating this day.

...

(The section on disharmonious movement is omitted for brevity, approximately 500 words.)

After a night of spring rain in Wushan, Ye Qingqing slept until lunchtime. Her whole body felt weak, and her legs were limp when she got out of bed. Thinking of Lu Mo's fiery passion last night, her face flushed again. Who would have thought that Lu Mo, who was as cold as ice, would be more ferocious than a wolf at night?

And his stamina is amazing. She was exhausted, but this guy could still get up at the normal time and go to work with full energy. It's so unfair.

Lin Shufang knew perfectly well what was going on, so considerately she didn't call Ye Qingqing to eat breakfast. She even specially cooked chicken soup for lunch, saying meaningfully, "Drink more, so my grandson doesn't go hungry."

Ye Qingqing paused in her soup-drinking, then glanced at the little one who was happily drinking from the bottle, and her face suddenly turned red.

Previously, the pig only needed one bottle of milk powder at night, but today it ran out of food during the day because some shameless person stole it.

Ye Qingqing's face turned even redder. She lowered her head and drank her soup quickly, not daring to look at Lin Shufang's meaningful gaze. In her heart, she was cursing someone for being so shameless, even stealing her son's food.

Fortunately, the little pig isn't picky about food. Unlike some babies who only drink their mother's milk, the little guy drinks formula happily. He finishes a whole bottle, lets out a satisfied burp, and then lies down to play by himself. The two-month-old already weighs almost 20 pounds, and his chubby little feet are very strong, kicking the bed board with a thud.

"Ahhh..."

The little pig suddenly squealed happily, waving its arms and legs. Lin Shufang couldn't help but laugh, "It must be Xiaotong who's here. This child is so close to her uncle."

Sure enough, the doorbell rang, and it was Xiaotong.

Xiao Tong was abroad when Ye Qingqing gave birth and only returned last month. Now an uncle, Xiao Tong is more mature and especially loves piglets. The uncle and nephew have a good relationship, sometimes so good that Ye Qingqing gets a little jealous.

The piglet squealed even louder, kicking the bed with its little feet. Xiao Tong greeted Lin Shufang and Ye Qingqing, then picked up the piglet. The uncle and nephew had a great time playing together, babbling incoherently, but Xiao Tong seemed to understand them. The uncle and nephew were communicating in their own unique way.