Luo Jiaojiao's voice was a little apologetic, but then her words were full of determination. "I promise that I will take good care of you as much as possible. Although I have never been involved in housework, washing clothes and cooking are unfamiliar to me, but I am willing to learn and grow."

She paused, a shy blush on her face, "The elders in the courtyard all praised me for my good figure and easy fertility. I will definitely give birth to two big fat boys for you in the future, and you won't suffer any loss by marrying me."

After Luo Jiaojiao finished speaking, she raised her head nervously, her eyes fixed on Leng Mohan's face, silently praying in her heart that he would not dislike her.

The corners of Leng Mohan's mouth twitched unconsciously. He really didn't know how to respond to this simple girl.

Did he really marry her just to have her give birth to a big fat son? He had never thought of this before.

He rubbed his tired forehead and his eyes fell on Luo Jiaojiao's petite and weak figure.

Her fair skin, like a newly born tender lotus root, was obviously the result of Luo Jiahui's family's careful care. However, Leng Mohan knew very well that Luo Jiahui's family's love for Luo Jiaojiao was not really out of concern for her, but to use her to climb to a higher branch.

Leng Mohan took a deep breath and decided not to think about these annoying things anymore. He just wanted to protect this innocent girl on behalf of Uncle Luo and Aunt Lan and prevent her from getting hurt.

Leng Mohan did not expect Luo Jiaojiao to share the housework with him. His only wish was that she could behave herself at home and not cause him trouble.

Luo Jiaojiao misunderstood what he meant, thinking that he doubted his ability, and hurriedly explained: "I can really learn to do housework, washing clothes and cooking are no problem."

Leng Mohan smiled and shook his head gently, "I don't doubt your ability. In fact, I don't expect you to do these. My request is simple, you can live peacefully at home and don't cause trouble. As for what you mentioned about giving birth to two big fat boys for me, I will naturally keep this in mind, and I hope you can do what you say."

Luo Jiaojiao blinked her eyes, feeling anxious, and asked softly, "If I give birth to a girl, do we have to keep giving birth until we have a son?"

Her thoughts drifted far away, thinking about the family she had joined. Because she gave birth to three daughters in succession, her status in her husband's family plummeted, and she even suffered violence from her husband.

"If I give birth to two daughters, will you beat me?" Luo Jiaojiao was still worried and asked again.

Leng Mohan looked at Luo Jiaojiao, feeling helpless. He really wanted to pry open her head to see what was inside.

"No." He answered firmly, "Whether it is a boy or a girl, they are equally important to me. I am the only one in my family, and the gender of the child will not affect me. But it would be better to have one or two children. If there are more, I am worried that I will not be able to take care of them." Leng Mohan looked at her and assured her.

Luo Jiaojiao heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that her words were accepted. She looked at Leng Mohan with a determined light in her eyes: "I can take care of them, too."

Leng Mohan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked her up and down, and a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are lucky enough to be able to take care of yourself, and you still want to take care of the child? You are actually a child yourself."