“…”

Qin Ye understood what he meant and threatened her with the child in his arms.

"Give me the child."

Zong Zhengli walked in, lifted up his coat, and sat down at the table with grace, "I said, let's eat first."

"you……"

"Don't challenge my patience. My temper is not always good. I might regret it in the next second."

“…”

Qin Ye lowered his eyes, gritted his teeth, and glared at him coldly.

Looking at Zong Zheng Ziye and then at Zong Zheng Li, he had no choice but to walk to the table, pick up a bowl of rice, and start eating it in big mouthfuls.

When Zong Zhengli saw this, his sword-like brows finally relaxed:

"good."

Only an obedient woman is worthy of a man's love.

"Have some soup."

Qin Ye didn't want to talk to him. He stuffed rice into his mouth, swallowed it whole, and accidentally choked.

He was immediately displeased:

"What's the hurry?"

Patting her on the back, he poured her a glass of water and said, "Zong Zheng Ziye is right here, no one can take him away, why are you in such a hurry?"

She coughed and choked, her cheeks flushed red, and after a minute she regained her breath, she said:

"You can snatch it."

he:"……"

"I prefer the word raising to the word taking away. We raise him together."

"He is not your own flesh and blood, why do you have to deceive yourself?"

"For your sake, I don't mind. I can even treat you as my own child."

"you!"

Like a madman.

I would like to ask, which man in the world would be willing to wear a green hat so blatantly? What is he thinking?

Qin Ye put down the bowl and said, "I'm full, give me the child!"

Zong Zhengli scooped a bowl of soup slowly and said, "Drink it."

“I’m not hungry!”

"I'm not negotiating with you."

“…”

Qin Ye was almost going crazy, but the child was so close to her, so she had to control her temper and resist the urge to run away. She took the bowl of soup and drank it all in one gulp.

"You can give Ziye to me now!"

She turned the bowl over angrily so that he could see with his own eyes that she had drunk it all.

Zong Zhengli chuckled.

She is cute like this.

With his chin slightly raised, his father-in-law understood and walked forward with the child in his arms. Qin Ye hurriedly took it.

The child was very nice, white and chubby. As soon as he entered Qin Ye's arms, his little hands grabbed her clothes and stuck to her arms:

“Ah… ah…”

The little mouth made babbling sounds, revealing its red teeth, as if it was trying hard to speak.

When he saw the child, Qin Ye's eyes instantly turned red.

I feel very soft at heart.

The feeling of seeing my child safe and sound and being unable to control the soreness in my nose... cannot be described in words.

She thought of something and hurriedly opened the swaddling clothes and picked up his right hand, which was wrapped with a circle of gauze.

There's a wound there.

Zong Zhengchen stabbed him with a dagger himself.

Zong Zhengchen noticed her thoughts and explained, "Xiao Ye, don't blame me. I didn't want to hurt the child. If Zong Zhengchen hadn't forced me, Ziye wouldn't have been hurt."

Come to think of it, it’s all Zong Zhengchen’s fault?

Qin Ye sneered in his heart with great sarcasm, hugged the child tightly with heartache, and didn't want to say a word to him.

"Ono?"

"Ono."

"Why are you angry again?" he sighed.

Whatever she wanted, he gave her.

When she was unhappy, he tried every way to coax her.

He gave her all his tenderness, but she didn't even bat an eyelid. What should he do to get into her heart?

“Aaaaa——”

Zi Ye opened his pair of bright eyes and looked at his mother. Those eyes were like black gemstones soaked in mountain spring water, pure and clean, reflecting all the evil in the world.

His chubby little hands were grabbing his mother's clothes, and his two little hands were waving back and forth. His agile look seemed to tell his mother that he was fine.

“Yeah~~”

The little mouth giggles, which is very cute.

Qin Ye's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help laughing: "Silly child..."

Although he is still so young, he knows how to stop crying and making a fuss. He is so sensible and worry-free, which makes her feel relieved and distressed.

When she smiled, Zong Zhengli's eyes became fixed.