When asked, Li Xueqing's mother-in-law smiled and said, "Ali has the final say."
Well, after asking around, I got nowhere!
When Zhiyi touched Ye Li's belly for the N+1th time and asked when her younger brother and sister would be born, Fu Yanci finally gave in.
"Ah Li, let's have another one, regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, then we won't have any more children, okay?"
"I can, can you?"
"??? Why can't I?"
"Those annoying people say that Master Fu is so capable and has such a large family business, but he has no son!"
"...Ali, why should I care what others think? Even if you don't have children, I'll be fine. Having you in this life is enough!"
"Fu Yanci, don't you like Zhixin and Zhiyi? Didn't you say you loved them the most? They're still so young, are you going to make them experience the hypocrisy of a scumbag?"
"??? Ali, from which of my words did you get that meaning? I swear to God!!!"
"I don't care, I just understand!"
"..."
Something unusual must be sinister.
The once understanding, gentle, and bright Ali suddenly became petty and exaggerated, as if she had become a completely different person, which speaks volumes.
That night, no matter how much Ye Li tried to provoke him, Fu Yanci remained unmoved, transforming into the Tang Monk.
The next morning, Ye Li, still somewhat skeptical, was given a small box and pushed into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Ye Li's excited scream rang out from the restroom: "Fu Yanci!!!"
Fu Yanci knew that he had guessed correctly once again.
As it turns out, pregnancy really is a mystery.
The more comfortable you were last time, the more painful and tormented you will be this time.
For the first three months, Ye Li vomited everything she ate. She vomited almost bile just from smelling the cooking fumes coming from the kitchen as she walked through the living room on her way home.
Fu Yanci's face immediately darkened.
The next day, after sending Ye Li to the studio, Fu Yanci didn't even bother to visit the Fu family. Instead, he took Xiang Yang straight to the hospital.
Minor surgery.
Compared to Ye Li having a child, or even compared to her two pregnancies, it's nothing.
Looking at the adorable Zhixin and Zhiyi, who always have their fathers rush to them when they come home, Fu Yanci always feels that time is passing too quickly.
But when Fu Yanci looked back at Ali's pale face, he felt that time was passing too slowly.
Waiting and waiting.
Endure and endure.
Ye Li's due date has passed, but the slow-moving baby in her belly still shows no sign of coming out.
Finally, the time was ripe for delivery, and Ye Li was wheeled into the delivery room.
The baby's first cry rang out, and the midwife came out. Fu Yanci's heart was in her throat. "Boy or girl?"
The midwife hadn't even spoken yet.
Madam Fu swung her dragon-headed cane at you, "Yanci, your grandfather taught you to read and write, and your grandmother taught you how to conduct yourself in society. After teaching you for so many years, I never thought you would become a sexist? Did you know how hard it was for Xiaolizi to carry you for ten months...?"
If it weren't for Li Xueqing's quick reflexes and decisive intervention, Fu Yanci would have gained a horn that very day.
When he said that Ali wanted both a son and a daughter, Madam Fu believed him for the time being.
The midwife then took the time to announce the good news, "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Fu on the birth of their son!"
call!
Fu Yanci breathed a long sigh of relief.
The newborn baby was red and wrinkled in the light blue swaddling clothes.
Zhixin and Zhiyi expressed deep skepticism about their great-grandmother's statement that the redder a person is now, the whiter they will grow up to be.
Zhi Xin glanced at it again and again, then whispered, "It's a bit ugly..."
Zhiyi nodded in deep agreement, "Indeed. I wonder if we can return it!"
As someone who caused her mother countless hardships during pregnancy and was reluctant to come out when her due date arrived, Zhiyu knew from the moment she was old enough to understand that she was at the bottom of the food chain at home.
At home, Mom Ye is undoubtedly the head of the household.
Although his father, Master Fu, is a man of his word and has absolute authority outside, at home he always says: "Your mother has the final say!"
Mom comes first, Dad comes second.
Whether the two older sisters are ranked third or fourth depends on their mood that day.
If someone is in a good mood and willing to talk to you, that's the third sign of being understanding and having high emotional intelligence.
If someone is in a bad mood and has a sour face, and argues with everything they say, then they're only number four.
Only he, the eternal fifth.
The fifth one is fine, just like the list of his crimes that his father listed: at 0 years old, he stayed in his mother's belly and refused to come out; at 1 year old, he tore up his two older sisters' summer homework; at 2 years old, he threw his great-grandmother's dentures into the pond; at 7 years old, he rode a pony that made him vomit at the Gu family's horse farm; at 12 years old, he shot and killed the macaw that his grandfather had raised for several years; at 18 years old, he made a girl cry. It seems, perhaps, maybe... it's not unjust.
At the age of 21, after making Lu Yiyi, the spoiled girl in the Lu family, cry, Zhiyu made his mother cry.
I originally thought that, given his father's henpecked nature, he would most likely give him a good beating.
After getting off the plane, Zhiyu didn't even go back to Lishan Mansion. Instead, he took a taxi straight to Ye Family Villa to ask for help.
Hey!
That's why they say a mother and child are of one heart.
I pushed open the door, and there was a room full of people.
He was caught red-handed by his parents and two older sisters, who were gathered at the Ye family villa to celebrate Grandma Lan's 70th birthday.
We celebrated Grandma Lan's birthday.
He showed off the jewelry he had given his grandmother.
Returning to Lishan Mansion, Zhi Yu was filled with trepidation.
Being young, Zhiyu spoke first, without waiting for Fu Yanci to hand him the poured wine.
"Dad, aren't you going to beat me? I made your wife cry!"
"You're crying because you're happy, why would I hit you? If you were crying because you were angry, you'd be dead meat!"
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