Zhang's mother said matter-of-factly, "My grandson, what's wrong with me kissing him? I kissed you plenty when you were little, and you've grown up so much now. Do you think I'm breaking a law just because I kiss my grandson?"

"You don't care about your descendants? You think your son is your precious treasure? If it weren't for me, would you even exist?"

"You watched me get beaten by that fierce woman, and you didn't even help me. I've raised you for nothing, you're unfilial!" With that, Zhang's mother plopped down on the ground and started wailing, "God, I can't live like this anymore, just let me die!"

"My son is useless, and my grandson's luck has been ruined by that woman. Why am I so miserable?"

Zhang's mother cried very loudly, as if she was afraid that others wouldn't hear her.

The hospitalized patients all came to watch the spectacle, and some even told her to shut up.

Zhang's mother refused, crying and complaining, "You be the judge, was it easy for me to raise a college student son? He's forgotten his mother now that he has a wife, he's ungrateful, a heartless wretch."

Li Aimei watched as Zhang Qingwei continued to berate Zhang Qingwei and indirectly insulted her own mother. She thought, "If this is how things are going to start, how will I manage during my postpartum period?"

How can I trust him to take care of the child once she goes back to work?

They only have one son, what if he goes astray?

Li Aimei recalled the intimate words her sister-in-law had spoken to her before leaving: "If your mother-in-law is too difficult to take care of, send her away. Spend some money to hire someone to take care of your child. You and your husband have good jobs and salaries, so hiring someone to take care of the child won't leave you destitute."

"If all else fails, you can borrow from me."

I didn't think it was necessary before.

Seeing Zhang's mother rolling on the ground, ignoring everything and berating the couple, Li Aimei made up her mind.

I chatted with Zhang Qingwei for a while.

Zhang Qingwei was unwilling: "How can we trust someone else? What if they run away with our son? Where are we supposed to find them?"

“Please hire someone from this city, someone you know well,” Li Aimei suggested.

Zhang Qingwei still disagreed: "I'm still worried. Although my mother has done some things wrong, she is definitely wholeheartedly devoted to our children."

Li Aimei knew that it was impossible to replace Zhang's mother. On this matter, the mother and son were of one mind, and she was an outsider who had no say in the matter.

Looking at her son, who was crying loudly in Zhang's mother's arms, Li Aimei suddenly had a feeling that she had given birth to the wrong person.

Yun Jin and the others returned home in the middle of the night. Xiao Niangao and the others were already asleep. Only Doubao heard the noise and waited at the door early. When he saw them come back, he excitedly wagged his tail to greet them.

Yun Jin and the others returned covered in cold air. They patted the dog's head and told it to go back to its kennel to sleep. The couple went upstairs, and He Tingchuan brought Yun Jin some hot water so she could wash her face and soak her feet to warm up.

He Tingchuan soaked his feet in her foot bath water for a while, dried them off, and went to bed.

Yun Jin nestled in his arms and asked, "Aren't you envious when you see Ai Mei give birth to a son?"

He Tingchuan bit her: "What do I envy? I have a daughter as cute as Nian Gao. Others should be envious. You don't need to test me. I don't care about children. Having a child to accompany us is enough."

With that, He Tingchuan kissed her hard. "Next time you test me, it won't be as simple as just a bite. I'll let you know what happens if you don't trust me!"

Yun Jin: "......"

Okay, she was being petty.

This man is definitely not sexist.

I don't mind not having a son.

They don't care about having no descendants.

The next day, Yun Jin found a little one in her arms. She thought He Tingchuan had a fever early in the morning, but when she opened her eyes, she saw that it was Xiao Niangao in her bed, her little face flushed from the heat.

"Mommy, you're awake!" Little Rice Cake said with a smile.

Yun Jin was playing and laughing with her daughter on the bed. The two of them were having a great time, and their laughter carried downstairs. He Tingchuan was cooking pork offal noodles for Yun Jin. When he heard their laughter, he couldn't help but smile.

Mrs. He was knitting in the living room and laughed, "I don't know what's so funny. This child told her not to wake her mother, but she insisted on waking her up!"

"Never mind, they're all awake, I'll go upstairs and check on them!" He Tingchuan took a long stride, carrying the cooked pork offal noodles, and couldn't wait to go upstairs.

"I cooked you some noodles. Get up, brush your teeth, and eat breakfast. Eat your fill before you go back to sleep!"

Yun Jin's eyes lit up as she smelled the aroma of pork offal noodles: "Thank you, husband!"

Little Rice Cake chimed in, "Thank you, Dad!"

He Tingchuan was in a great mood, his face relaxed. After watching the mother and daughter finish washing up, he set out the bowls and chopsticks, and the three of them ate noodles upstairs.

Mr. and Mrs. He sat facing each other, eating by themselves.

Mr. He frowned: "Why don't you come down to eat when there's a restaurant? What kind of talk is it to eat upstairs?"

When Mrs. He got angry, she took the pig liver from Mr. He's bowl and said, "This is my house. They can eat wherever they want. Can't they eat breakfast with me in front of them? I made it for you, so eat it. Why are you making so many demands?"

He's father retorted, "You old woman, you're going too far! You're just spoiling them!"

When Xiao Niangao came down with an empty bowl, He's father asked, "Are you full?"

"Are you full? Where's Grandpa?"

"Grandpa's full too!"

"That's good. Dad's pork offal noodles are the best. I want to eat them upstairs again next time!" Little Rice Cake said with a smile.

Mr. He smiled indulgently: "Alright, you can eat upstairs anytime from now on, Grandpa won't say anything!"

"Thank you, Grandpa, I love you!" Little Rice Cake smiled and made a heart shape with her hands.

Mr. He's face lit up with a smile, but when he turned his head, he met Mrs. He's mocking gaze, and Mr. He felt embarrassed.

Mrs. He: "It's not that I'm unhappy, so why aren't you saying anything about her anymore? Tell me."

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