Wen Zhaoye stood upright at the entrance of the operating room, looking up at the red light above, his anxious heart constantly praying for Wen Jiaojiao's safety.

The walls of the hospital bear more prayers than those of a temple; Jiang Peitian's heart pounded so hard he could hardly breathe.

Deep down, he prayed that Wen Jiaojiao would give birth to a boy. His initial three wishes for three boys gradually softened to the point where he only needed one person to carry on the Jiang family name.

He was already influenced by the ideas of Hong Kong, and when he saw the dilapidated old house of Jiang Yi's family, overgrown with weeds, he felt even more strongly that if no one inherited the family business, it would eventually fall into the same state.

Outside the operating room.

As the door opened, three nurses walked in, each carrying a baby.

One of them said, "Congratulations, it's two boys and one girl. The girl weighs 4.8 jin, and the other two weigh 5 jin. The one I'm holding is the last girl to be born."

The three little ones were very clean, their skin wrinkled so you couldn't tell if they were pretty or ugly, but there was no poop on their heads, and they all had double eyelids. They were puckering their little mouths and crying loudly.

Wen Zhaoye's eyes softened like spring water, his heart filled with thoughts of this being the fruit of his and Wen Jiaojiao's love.

He awkwardly took the girl, feeling as if she would slip away at any moment, and could only hold her close to his chest, looking towards the operating room as he said:

How is my wife?

The nurse smiled and said:

"Miss Jiang is fine, she'll be out soon."

Xu Cuifen, holding the boy in her arms, laughed so hard her eyes disappeared, and asked, "Which one is the eldest?"

Nurse: "That's the one you're holding."

Just then, Jiang Peitian, having also calculated the time, walked up with a nervous heart.

Jiang Peitian had already told the nurse that she needed to tell him her gender.

She smiled and called out, "Mr. Jiang, congratulations! It's two men and one woman."

Jiang Peitian's gentle face was visibly beaming with joy. He jogged towards Wen Zhaoye without stopping, waving to A Long and saying:

"Give red envelopes to the entire hospital's clinic."

Ah Long, carrying two large plastic bags filled with thick red envelopes, handed them out one by one with a cold face.

Jiang Peitian ran up to Wen Zhaoye, his smile never fading, and said, "This must be my grandson, right? Let me hold him. My grandson is so handsome."

Without waiting for Wen Zhaoye's reply, he hugged him.

Seeing how much Jiang Peitian valued the child, Xu Cuifen said happily, "His is a girl, but the one I have is my grandson."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Peitian's smile froze, and he decisively shoved the child back into Wen Zhaoye's hands.

Then, after picking up the child from Xu Cuifen's arms, he grinned again and said:

"My eldest grandson is really handsome."

Looking at the other two wrinkled children, Wen Zhaoye couldn't see anything particularly handsome about them, but considering they were his and Wen Jiaojiao's children, he genuinely liked them.

Just then, Wen Jiaojiao, who was lying in the hospital bed, was wheeled out.

Wen Zhaoye handed the child to Xu Cuifen and leaned forward to say:

"Honey, you've worked so hard. I'll get my tubal ligation done after I finish taking care of you during your postpartum period, and we'll never have any more children."

This time, Jiang Peitian remained silent, but he had already planned out how to urge his granddaughter-in-law to have a child.

Wen Jiaojiao's face was pale, but because she gave birth without much effort, she still maintained her beauty.

She chuckled and said, "Well, with a daughter you like and a boy your dad wants, I don't have to worry about your dad brainwashing you every day after having three girls."

Wen Zhaoye accompanied her to the delivery room:

“I never listened to him before, and I certainly won’t indulge him in the future.”

His voice was deliberately toned down because Jiang Peitian was present.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Peitian rolled her eyes at him. Her affection for him had instantly shifted to the two boys the moment she heard about the two men and one woman.

From now on, I'll focus on raising my eldest grandson and youngest grandson.

A group of experienced nannies took the child from the three of them.

Wen Jiaojiao lay in the hospital room, the anesthesia had worn off. After the nanny cleaned her body, she said:

“Ms. Jiang, breast milk is the most nutritious. If you decide to breastfeed, you can let your baby suckle now.”

Jiang Peitian and Wen Xiaojian couldn't go inside, but after the nanny fed the eldest son water and he vomited up the mucus, they each sat outside holding a boy.

Xu Cuifen placed the girl in front of her and said:

"Give her some; she's thinner than her two brothers, she needs to eat more."

After the nurse left, Wen Jiaojiao felt uncomfortable with so many people around, leaving only the most experienced one behind, before she lay on her side and lifted her clothes.

The baby was soft and cuddly, and kept nuzzling against her with its mouth open, taking the scent into its mouth.

Wen Zhaoye sat on the sofa directly opposite her and saw her fair and delicate fullness, and her pale Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly.

Wen Jiaojiao was in excruciating pain from being sucked, while the little one was exhausted, her face flushed red.

She couldn't bear it any longer, shrank back, pulled herself out, covered herself with her clothes, and said:

"It hurts so much, can I stop feeding you?"

The nanny stepped forward and said:

"Miss Jiang, yours looks quite large, but it's definitely because your milk hasn't opened up yet."

So it's difficult for the baby to eat, and it hurts you too. In this case, since men are stronger, you can have your husband help you clear the blockage.

Although Wen Zhaoye was a father of three, he had no experience of doing such intimate things with his wife in front of others.

His face flushed slightly, and he hesitated before saying, "You can go out first."

Just as Wen Jiaojiao was about to refuse, her plan to find a lactation consultant was abruptly halted. She looked at Wen Zhaoye in disbelief:

"Are you serious?"

The nanny took the child out and advised:

“It’s my own man, what’s the difference between real and fake? We all went through this when we were young.”

After saying that, the door slammed shut, leaving only the two people in the room.

Wen Zhaoye stood stiffly by the bed, his face flushed even more, and said in an unnatural tone:

"Will you lift it yourself, or should I do it for you?"

Wen Jiaojiao blushed and refused:

"Get out of here! There are a lot of people waiting outside. They heard what the nanny said, and this will get out. We're respectable people now. Is it so hard to call a lactation consultant?"

Wen Zhaoye insisted:

"Why bother? You're so cunning. Besides, we already have a child. Everyone knows we've been intimate."