Chapter 16, Chapter 105: Congratulations, He Qingzhao...
With only two weeks left until the wedding, Cheng Jiamo inevitably became nervous. Adding to this, her pregnancy made her even more anxious, and this nervousness exacerbated her pregnancy symptoms.
She used to only vomit in the morning and evening, but now she vomits at every meal and feels nauseous at the sight of food.
At first, she could eat some light food, but now she doesn't want to eat anything and vomits after eating.
Because of severe vomiting, she developed an aversion to food.
In just half a month, she has visibly lost several pounds. Before pregnancy, she weighed around 90 pounds, about 92 or 93 pounds, but now she only weighs around 80 pounds, and her round face has become a pointed face.
Even so, she still insisted on going to school and never missed a class.
He Qingzhao was in a meeting when he suddenly received a call from the housekeeper saying that Cheng Jiamo had gone to the university. He gritted his teeth in anger, abandoned the meeting, gave a few instructions to his assistant, and rushed to Peking University.
As Cheng Jiamo walked out of the classroom, she saw He Qingzhao's gloomy face. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his strong waist. She rubbed her fair face against his hard, bulging chest and said softly, "Honey, don't be angry. I ate something before coming to class, and I felt fine before I came. Really, I'm not lying to you."
He Qingzhao tilted his head back, loosened his tie with one hand, deftly unbuttoned two buttons with his long fingers, and let out a heavy breath.
Cheng Jiamo could clearly sense that he was suppressing his anger, so she stood on tiptoe and tried to kiss him to calm him down.
He Qingzhao tilted his head back to avoid it, and at the same time grabbed the back of her neck with his hand to stop her.
"Cheng Jiamo," he said in a deep voice, "if you're going to do this, then don't keep the baby. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Cheng Jiamo's heart skipped a beat: "No!" She gripped He Qingzhao's shirt tightly with both hands, looked at him pitifully, and said quickly, "I want the child. I'll take leave starting tomorrow and continue teaching until my health stabilizes."
He Qingzhao sighed helplessly, then tenderly pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her head as he said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so harsh with you. But these past two weeks, seeing you not eating or sleeping well, and getting thinner and thinner, I..."
He Qingzhao choked up halfway through her sentence and couldn't continue.
Cheng Jiamo felt a warmth on her shoulder as she felt He Qingzhao's tears. The warm, wet tears seemed to flow into her heart, causing a surge of emotion within her, which made her cry as well.
"Husband." She cried and hugged He Qingzhao tightly, snuggling into his arms. "Husband, don't be sad. I'll listen to you. I won't come to class starting tomorrow. I'll stay home and take good care of myself every day."
He Qingzhao tilted his head and kissed her ear, his deep voice slightly hoarse: "Don't cry, sweetie, don't cry. I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so mean to you. Please don't cry anymore, okay?"
Cheng Jiamo nodded in his arms: "Okay." She reached out and hooked her arms around He Qingzhao's neck, "Hold me."
He Qingzhao chuckled, then with a quick movement of his waist, he hooked his arms around her legs and lifted her up.
He carried Cheng Jiamo to the car, opened the door for her, adjusted the seat back so she could lie as far back as possible, and then fastened her seatbelt.
Cheng Jiamo tugged at her seatbelt and pouted, complaining, "It's so tight and uncomfortable."
He Qingzhao glanced at her chest, which was divided into two small mountains by the seat belt, and smiled: "You've lost so many pounds, but your chest has gotten even bigger."
Cheng Jiamo raised her hand to hit him: "You still have the nerve to say that? It's all your fault, every day..."
She didn't finish her sentence, blushing as she turned her head away.
He Qingzhao drove seriously and said in a solemn tone, "You said you wanted to breastfeed yourself, I'm just letting you get used to it in advance."
Cheng Jiamo turned her head and glared at him: "How can that be the same? It's a baby's instinct to drink milk, and babies don't have teeth, nor do they have mouths as big as yours. Unlike you, with such a big mouth that completely covers everything, and you even deliberately use your teeth..."
He Qingzhao smiled and licked his lips, as if savoring the memory: "You'll find out when the time comes."
Cheng Jiamo looked at him, puzzled: "Know what?"
He Qingzhao smiled and raised an eyebrow: "There's a saying, 'using every ounce of strength,' do you know what that means?"
Cheng Jiamo blurted out, "Of course I know."
He Qingzhao smiled and said, "As you said, it is a baby's nature to suckle, so the baby's sucking power is very strong. When the milk is first sucked, it can even break the skin and draw blood."
Cheng Jiamo shuddered upon hearing this: "No, no way."
He Qingzhao smiled and patted her head: "Yes, that's why I let you get used to it in advance."
Cheng Jiamo slapped his hand away: "Drive carefully."
He Qingzhao continued to drive carefully, maintaining a moderate speed and driving smoothly, trying to avoid bumps.
Cheng Jiaming felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of the bleeding skin and asked He Qingzhao, "How did you know?"
He Qingzhao kept his eyes fixed ahead and replied succinctly, "Read books, research materials, and consult doctors."
Cheng Jiamo frowned: "Then what should we do?"
He Qingzhao said, "Breastfeeding is not necessary; formula feeding is the same."
Cheng Jiamo thought for a moment and said firmly, "No, I want to feed them myself."
He Qingzhao was not pregnant, and the child had not yet been born. He had not even seen the child's shape. He did not yet have the same intense and passionate feelings for a child he had never met as Cheng Jiamo, so he could not understand her overwhelming maternal love.
Although he couldn't understand, he still went along with her.
"Okay." He took advantage of the red light to pat her head with one hand. "Whatever you want, wife. Feed her if you want, or use formula if you don't."
Cheng Jiamo rubbed her head against his warm, large palm: "I'll try. If it really hurts, if it's unbearable, then I won't feed him. But..." She paused, then said softly, "I just want to be the best mother I can be, to fulfill what I didn't get in my own childhood..."
He Qingzhao slid his large hand down from her head and covered her mouth with his warm palm: "Wife, you don't need to be a perfect mother, nor do you need to be a perfect wife. You just need to be yourself."
Cheng Jiamo pushed his hand away, looking at him with soft eyes: "And you, what kind of father would you be?"
He Qingzhao smiled and said calmly, "We love each other so much, that makes us the best parents."
Cheng Jiamo was slightly taken aback, then laughed, a relaxed and joyful laugh.
She smiled as she looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds, and her heart suddenly brightened. The tension caused by the upcoming wedding date was released, and she relaxed instantly.
"He Qingzhao," she called to him with a smile, "you will definitely be a good father."
The light turned green, He Qingzhao started the car, glanced at her quickly, and asked with a smile, "Oh? Am I not a good husband?"
Cheng Jiamo nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, absolutely." Her lips curled up, her watery peach blossom eyes suddenly curved, and she said with a smile, "My husband is the best, the best husband in the world."
He Qingzhao asked, "How does it compare to Tang Jingyao and Zhou Jinghong?"
Cheng Jiamo was taken aback, then laughed even louder.
She raised her hand, covering her eyes with the back of her hand, laughing uncontrollably.
He Qingzhao reached out and patted her arm: "Stop laughing, tell me quickly, is your husband better, or one of those two?"
Cheng Jiamo laughed and said, "Nonsense, of course my husband is the best. No matter how good others are, it has nothing to do with me. They won't give me their money. Especially Tang Jingyao, he has a fierce and cold face. Every time I see him, I think he's going to hit me."
He Qingzhao's voice hardened: "He wouldn't dare! If he dares to lay a finger on you, I'll tear him to pieces!"
Cheng Jiamo laughed out loud: "Honey, have you ever fought with Tang Jingyao?"
He Qingzhao touched her nose: "Your husband is a refined man, he doesn't do the things that only a brute would do."
Cheng Jiamo followed his words and said, "Yes, my husband is the most refined and elegant, the most handsome and noble young man in Beijing."
But in his mind, he silently added, "A refined scoundrel!"
He Qingzhao could easily tell she was being sarcastic, and patted her leg: "Don't you know whether it's elegant or not?"
Cheng Jiamo pushed his hand away: "Elegant off the bed, wanton on the bed."
He Qingzhao curled his lips into a smile, his slender fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel, his deep voice laced with laughter: "If I wasn't wanton in bed, would you like me?"
Cheng Jiamo snorted and turned her face away, refusing to reply.
He Qingzhao quickly turned the steering wheel, making a sharp turn, then glanced at her and asked, "How are you now? Are you feeling unwell?"
Cheng Jiamo patted her chest: "I'm okay now, I only feel a little uncomfortable. I won't vomit if I don't see food, but I feel like vomiting as soon as I eat."
He Qingzhao frowned slightly: "Seeing you vomit every day makes me feel even worse than you do."
Cheng Jiamo knew he was worried about her, but she deliberately said the opposite: "What, did I disgust you?"
He Qingzhao chuckled softly: "Wife, if you say that, your husband will be heartbroken."
Cheng Jiamo reached out and patted his back: "Don't worry, the doctor said it will be fine after twelve weeks."
We stopped at another red light.
He Qingzhao rested one hand on the steering wheel and squeezed her hand with the other: "Let's keep this wedding simple, and have a grander one in Bali next year."
Cheng Jiamo shook her head and refused: "No need to make it up, it's too much trouble."
“He Qingzhao, I just want to be with you, to spend my life with you. The scale of the wedding doesn’t matter. Besides, you know I prefer quiet and don’t like crowds. One wedding is enough, as long as the sentiment is there. Another wedding, even if I don’t get pregnant, would be exhausting. Do you want me to suffer?”
He Qingzhao said, "I already owe you so much, I don't want you to suffer any more grievances."
Cheng Jiamo patted his arm: "We already have a child, don't say things like that anymore. We owe each other nothing."
He Qingzhao's heart skipped a beat, and a strong warm current surged through him. His chest felt hot and full, and his previously empty and cold heart was filled to the brim. At this moment, he felt more and more that bringing Cheng Jiamo back was a wise choice.
If he hadn't been with Cheng Jiamo, he couldn't imagine how lonely and desolate the rest of his life would have been.
He didn't know how he would get through those days.
He could go crazy just thinking about the possibility that Cheng Jiamo might have a child with another man or love another man as his wife!
-
Cheng Jiamo took a half-month break, which will last until after the National Day holiday. She will decide whether to return to class based on her physical condition after the wedding.
During her maternity leave, He Qingzhao turned down all the work he could and spent most of his time at home with her. He only went to the company for some important meetings that he had to attend.
Perhaps due to hormonal changes during pregnancy, Cheng Jiamo, who was originally gentle and kind, has become irritable and easily angered. She is prone to losing her temper and her emotions are very unstable. She often gets angry over trivial matters, and when she gets angry, she smashes things and cries.
"I already said I don't eat apples, I don't like apples! Why do you insist on making me eat apples!"
She was very emotional, grabbing a cushion and smashing it on the ground. After smashing the cushion, she smashed the doll, wiping away tears as she did so.
He Qingzhao remained silent, like a grandson, and bent down to pick up the cushions and dolls, putting them back on the sofa.
As if deliberately going against him, Cheng Jiamo threw it on the ground again and then turned the tables on him, asking, "Are you deliberately going against me?"
He Qingzhao: "..."
Cheng Jiamo burst into tears and cried, "He Qingzhao, you're deliberately trying to upset me! You don't love me anymore!"
He Qingzhao quickly stepped forward and hugged her, kissing and coaxing her, "I love you, my wife, I love you the most, I can't live without you."
In the past, when Cheng Jiamo asked him to write love letters, he thought they were childish and cheesy and refused to write them. Now, however, he can spout these cheesy love words without even thinking.
Cheng Jiamo listened to his repeated "I love you"s, but remained unmoved. She then changed the subject again: "Then why did you insist on making me eat an apple?"
He Qingzhao sat down beside her, pulled her into his arms, rested his head against her forehead, and said in a low but gentle voice, "It's not that you have to eat it, but the doctor said to try to eat an apple every day."
Cheng Jiamo accurately grasped the key words and sharply refuted him: "Yes, the doctor said 'try to,' not 'must.'"
He Qingzhao: "..."
Isn't it said that pregnancy makes you stupid for three years?
Why did his wife become more mentally sharp after she became pregnant?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Jiamo blinked, and tears streamed down her face again. Her soft voice was choked with sobs: "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you cursing me in your heart? Do you hate me?"
She asked three questions in a row, and He Qingzhao didn't know how to coax her. He picked her up, rolled over and pressed her down, kissed her lips urgently and fiercely, bit her lips hard, and took advantage of her pain to open her mouth and quickly entered her mouth, stirring up a storm in her mouth, sucking and licking.
He stepped back, panting, and gently stroked her moist, rosy lips with his thumb. He said breathlessly, "It's been three months already. The doctor said that we can have sex appropriately after three months."
Cheng Jiamo pouted: "All you ever think about is doing that kind of thing."
He Qingzhao lowered his head and bit her red lips again, his voice hoarse as he said, "If I didn't love you, would I even think about doing it with you?"
After Cheng Jiamo finished her outburst, she raised her hand to hug his neck and gently rubbed her face against his: "Honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you, but I couldn't control myself, and suddenly I felt very sad and angry."
He Qingzhao gently kissed her cheek: "It's okay, I'm just worried that you'll get sick from getting angry. You're carrying twins, which is already more difficult than for other pregnant women. You must keep a good and stable mood and not get angry easily."
Cheng Jiamo frowned: "Then what should I do? How can I keep my emotions stable?"
He Qingzhao chuckled: "Next time you want to lose your temper, don't smash things. Smashing things won't make you feel better. Just bite me, bite hard, bite me fiercely, until you feel better."
Cheng Jiamo burst into laughter through her tears, tilted her head and bit his neck, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to use force, only sucking hard on a little bit of skin.
Just as she was about to let go, He Qingzhao pressed her head down and forcefully pressed her against his neck.
"Bite," he said in a deep voice. "Wife, bite hard."
Cheng Jiamo stepped back: "No, what if it draws blood?"
He Qingzhao laughed: "I like it. The harder you bite, the more comfortable my husband feels."
Cheng Jiamo laughed and playfully hit him: "You're a masochist!"
He Qingzhao gently stroked her head: "Baby, bite, bite harder."
Cheng Jiamo was still willing to bite: "No, there are so many blood vessels in your neck, it will bite you to death, I won't bite."
He Qingzhao ripped open her shirt button and pressed her face against his chest: "Bite here, it's okay if you draw blood, bite hard."
Cheng Jiamo looked at his bulging pectoral muscles, opened her mouth and bit down hard.
He Qingzhao let out a muffled groan, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Cheng Jiamo didn't dare to bite too hard, only leaving two rows of deep teeth marks before letting go.
He Qingzhao pressed her head down and pressed her face against his chest again, his voice low and hoarse: "Wife, keep biting, bite until you bleed."
Cheng Jiamo was exasperated by him and pushed him away with a laugh: "Why do you always make me bite you?"
He Qingzhao rested his chin on her neck and took a heavy breath: "These past few days, seeing you in a bad mood, and your husband being unable to help you, has been very painful and distressing."
Cheng Jiamo hugged his neck: "I want to go for a walk in the garden, carry me out."
He Qingzhao: "Okay, what else do you want to do?"
-
On the eve of the wedding, Cheng Jiamo still lived in Nanyuan.
She was used to living here, so He Qingzhao didn't let her stay anywhere else, afraid that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
The wedding room was a courtyard house in Houhai. He Qingzhao had it prepared two months in advance, and it was decorated in a grand manner two days before the wedding.
The wedding procession consisted entirely of black Bentleys, with the lead car being a custom-built Cullinan that He Qingzhao had recently purchased, its interior entirely tailored to Cheng Jiamo's preferences.
Because Cheng Jiamo was pregnant and had severe morning sickness, their wedding ceremony was much simpler than Tang Jingyao's, and He Qingzhao was not subjected to the same difficulties as Tang Jingyao.
Their wedding was held on the vast lawn of the resort estate, and it was a simplified version of a Western-style wedding. It couldn't be complicated, because Cheng Jiamo's body couldn't handle a complicated one.
After the wedding, Cheng Jiamo felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She suddenly relaxed, and her mood improved significantly. She was no longer nervous, and even her pregnancy symptoms lessened considerably. She no longer felt nauseous at the sight of food and even had an appetite.
She ate a little something tonight and hasn't vomited since.
Under the red rose candlelight, Cheng Jiamo sat on the edge of the bed wearing a fitted red cheongsam, her long hair styled in an updo, adding a touch of mature and alluring charm.
He Qingzhao walked into the room, pulling at his tie with one hand. He froze on the spot at first glance, staring at her with a deep gaze that grew darker and darker.
Cheng Jiamo glanced at him, her heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head away shyly: "What are you staring at like an idiot for?"
He Qingzhao ripped off his tie and tossed it casually on the ground, then walked towards her while unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.
He walked to the bedside, slowly leaned down, and supported himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, looking at her as if he wanted to see into the depths of his heart.
When Cheng Jiamo met his burning gaze, her heart raced, and her face flushed as if burned by candlelight.
He Qingzhao leaned on the edge of the bed, turned his head and gently kissed her blushing face, then kissed the corner of her lips.
Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips, her breathing becoming rapid.
He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed as he took her soft, rosy lips into his mouth, gently sucked on them, then pulled away and continued to look at her.
Cheng Jiamo couldn't stand his gaze and reached out to push him, saying, "Go to sleep, stop looking."
He Qingzhao grabbed her hand and pressed it down.
The moment she was pressed against him, Cheng Jiamo pushed his shoulder: "Be gentle in a bit, don't hurt the baby."
He Qingzhao's voice was hoarse and tight: "Yes, Dad knows."
Cheng Jiamo sensed something was wrong with what he said and kicked him, saying, "Whose father are you? Are you trying to take advantage of me?"
He Qingzhao didn't mean it that way, but after hearing her say that, he suddenly laughed and said something risqué: "The father of three babies."
Cheng Jiamo laughed and slapped him: "Get lost!"
He Qingzhao lowered her head and bit the red buttons on her cheongsam, opening them one by one, revealing her fair and graceful body perfectly beneath them.
He swallowed hard and exhaled heavily: "My wife is so beautiful."
Cheng Jiamo turned her head away: "Don't talk, just do it."
He Qingzhao chuckled helplessly, "I'd like to do more and say less, but given your current situation, I can only do less and say more. Otherwise, how are we going to get through these long nights?"
Cheng Jiamo raised her hand to cover her face, bit her lip and smiled: "It's still okay to do it once or twice."
He Qingzhao removed her hand and gazed intently at her face: "Wife, tonight is our wedding night. Do you think your husband can satisfy you after only one or two times?"
Cheng Jiamo turned over, her back to him: "Then you can just sleep with your clothes on."
He Qingzhao turned her body over so she was lying flat, then lowered his head to kiss her soft, white belly and said to her belly, "Baby, today is Mommy and Daddy's wedding night. You two should be good, sleep quietly, don't bother Mommy, and don't disturb Daddy."
Cheng Jiamo kicked him: "What are you talking about? They can't understand anything now. Don't talk nonsense to the children."
He Qingzhao held her leg and continued, "Baby, if Daddy accidentally knocks on your door later, don't be afraid or panic. It's Daddy. Daddy loves you very much."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed Cheng Jiamo's belly again, then restrained himself from moving around outside the baby's door.
-
After the wedding, Cheng Jiamo wanted to return to school, but He Qingzhao refused and gave her another half month of leave. It wasn't until mid-October, when she had mostly stopped vomiting, that she was allowed to go back to school.
At this point, Cheng Jiamo stopped vomiting, but began to feel drowsy.
Every time she got on the bus home after class, she would fall asleep as soon as she got in.
He Qingzhao really wanted to ask her for leave again, but in the end she held back.
Fortunately, winter break arrived quickly, and Cheng Jiamo stayed home every day to rest and prepare for her pregnancy.
In the second semester, Cheng Jiamo stabilized completely; she stopped vomiting and drowsy, but her belly grew bigger every day.
She was carrying twins and looked larger than the average pregnant woman.
That Saturday, she was off work and at home when Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqian came to visit her.
Seeing that she was still reading and writing papers despite being heavily pregnant, Ding Qiaoqiao gave her a thumbs up: "You're amazing! I've never seen anyone work harder than you. You're still doing your homework while pregnant! What a genius!"
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "It's alright, things have stabilized now, and I can read and write without any problems."
Zhang Wenqian clicked her tongue: "You were already working hard in college, and you're still working this hard now."
Cheng Jiamo said with a smile, "It's not about competing, I just want to do what I like."
Ding Qiaoqiao asked, "Do you like to work hard?"
Cheng Jiamo tapped Ding Qiaoqiao's hand with her pen: "That's right, she's destined to suffer and toil, she can't be idle for a moment."
Just as she said this, He Qingzhao returned.
Hearing her words, He Qingzhao smiled and said, "My wife asked me to?"
When Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqian saw He Qingzhao return, they stood up to say goodbye.
Cheng Jiamo urged them to stay, saying, "Why are you leaving? Have some food before you go."
Zhang Wenqian waved her hand: "No, I have to go back to see the children."
He Qingzhao went back to his room, took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and then came to hug Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo is over six months pregnant, and her belly is so big it looks like she's stuffing a watermelon inside her clothes.
Seeing that He Qingzhao was about to pick her up in his arms, Cheng Jiamo quickly stopped him: "Don't pick me up, what if you drop me?"
He Qingzhao chuckled: "Looking down on your husband, huh?"
After saying that, he grabbed Cheng Jiamo by the knees, picked her up, and carried her upstairs without even panting.
Cheng Jiamo hugged his neck tightly with both hands and advised, "Honey, I'm serious. My belly is getting bigger and bigger. Please don't hug me like you used to. It's dangerous if you don't hold me properly and I fall."
He Qingzhao comforted her, "Don't worry, with your small frame, you could carry ten husbands if you were pregnant."
Cheng Jiamo laughed and hit him: "You're only pregnant with ten! I'm not a pig, how could I possibly be pregnant with that many?"
He Qingzhao laughed and said, "It's just a metaphor. Even if you could really get pregnant with ten babies, I wouldn't dare to have them, they'd be too noisy."
He Qingzhao carried her to the bed, bent down and kissed her bulging belly, then put his ear to her belly.
Just then, she felt fetal movement; the fetus inside moved very gently, like a small fish swimming through her thin belly.
He Qingzhao's heart skipped a beat. He tried his best to suppress his wildly beating heart, and carefully and excitedly placed his hand on Cheng Jiamo's stomach. He looked up at her excitedly, his deep eyes sparkling.
Cheng Jiamo smiled gently: "I've been feeling fetal movement lately, and I can feel it from time to time. I don't even know which one was moving just now?"
She is now certain that she is pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. The doctor has subtly revealed the news to her. As for who will be the older brother and who will be the younger sister, that will depend on who comes out first.
Ever since He Qingzhao felt the baby move that day, she would lie on Cheng Jiamo's belly for a while every day after get off work. Sometimes she could feel it, and sometimes she couldn't.
When she was over eight months pregnant, Cheng Jiamo's belly was frighteningly large, and her thin skin looked like it was about to burst.
He Qingzhao dared not press his face against her stomach again; he didn't even dare to touch it.
Cheng Jiamo pulled his hand and placed it on her: "Feel it, the two little ones are kicking me again."
As luck would have it, just as He Qingzhao placed his hand on her, Cheng Jiamo's stomach was suddenly pushed up, whether by a leg or an arm, making her belly bulge out high.
He Qingzhao was so frightened that he froze on the spot, his body tense and he didn't dare to move an inch. His hands were trembling. He swallowed nervously, and his sharp Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.
Cheng Jiamo had never seen He Qingzhao like this before, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then she gently touched her belly and said with a gentle smile, "Baby, stop kicking, you scared Daddy."
He Qingzhao snapped out of her daze, her face hardening, and said in a deep voice, "If you kick Mom again, I'll spank you when you come out."
Cheng Jiamo was displeased and slapped his arm: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't you dare threaten my child."
He Qingzhao smiled and lay down, kissing her bulging belly, and said gently, "Baby, don't be afraid. Daddy is just teasing you. I won't hit you. Be good. It's been hard for Mommy to carry you. Don't make Mommy uncomfortable."
End of June.
Cheng Jiamo is on summer vacation and is officially preparing for childbirth at home.
He Qingzhao has also put aside all his work to stay home with her.
That morning, Cheng Jiamo finished breakfast and was preparing to go for a walk in the garden.
During her second trimester of pregnancy, she insisted on taking a walk every day. After breakfast and dinner, she would hold hands with He Qingzhao and walk around the garden twice, hoping to make childbirth smoother.
Although she didn't have a natural birth, exercising more is always beneficial. Even if she had a C-section, a strong body can help her recover faster.
However, as soon as she stepped out of the house, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach, just like menstrual cramps.
She knew these were contractions; she was about to give birth.
"Honey!" she cried out, "Honey, I'm going into labor!"
Startled, He Qingzhao rushed out and scooped her up in his arms.
On the way to the hospital, He Qingzhao held her tightly, gripping her hand firmly, his forehead covered in sweat from nervousness.
Cheng Jiamo patted his hand instead, smiling and comforting him: "Don't be nervous, it's okay, it's just contractions, my water hasn't broken yet, and there's no bleeding."
He Qingzhao couldn't laugh; his voice trembled as he said, "Wife, lean against me, close your eyes, and don't say anything."
Cheng Jiamo laughed: "It's not that scary, don't be like that, relax."
Upon arrival at the hospital, the doctors and nurses were already waiting and immediately wheeled Cheng Jiamo into the delivery room on a medical trolley.
The nurse changed her clothes, tied her hair up, and then took her into the delivery room.
He Qingzhao put on a sterile isolation suit, a hat, a mask, and shoe covers, and entered the delivery room together. Throughout the entire process, his eyes never left her face, and he kept looking at her.
He held Cheng Jiamo's hand tightly, his eyes focused and affectionate: "Wife, don't be afraid, your husband is here."
Cheng Jiamo finally felt scared. She looked at him with teary eyes, looking delicate and pitiful, and said in a choked voice, "Husband, I'm a little scared."
He Qingzhao was actually very scared, even more so than Cheng Jiamo, but he dared not show his fear and comforted her with a smile: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Momo, don't be afraid."
As she spoke, He Qingzhao's voice choked up.
The doctor smiled and said, "Mr. He, you don't need to worry. Mrs. He's indicators have been very good throughout her pregnancy, and there will be no risks. If you are afraid to undergo surgery, you can wait outside."
He Qingzhao gently stroked Cheng Jiamo's face and said tenderly, "I'll stay here with her, otherwise she'll be even more scared."
Cheng Jiamo was pregnant with twins. One was in the correct position, but the other was breech, with one head down and the other feet down, so she had to have a cesarean section.
The first child was brought out; it was a boy. The doctor cleaned the baby, who was covered in mucus, measured his height and weight, and then showed him to He Qingzhao.
"Mr. He, congratulations, your first child is a boy."
However, He Qingzhao didn't even glance at the child, keeping her eyes fixed on Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo was placed under local anesthesia because her physical condition did not require general anesthesia. She chose local anesthesia because she wanted to witness the entire process of her child being removed from her body; otherwise, she would feel regret.
After being anesthetized, she was fully conscious except for her lower body, but she couldn't speak during the surgery, which was not conducive to the procedure.
Seeing that He Qingzhao wasn't looking at the child, she glared at him and gestured to him to look at the child.
He Qingzhao was forced to turn her head to take a look, but she couldn't even see the child's face clearly before she hurriedly turned her face back to look at Cheng Jiamo.
The doctor brought out the second child, but He Qingzhao still didn't look at him, remaining focused on Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo kept looking at the children. Although she was very tired, her face radiated a gentle and loving maternal glow as she looked at the two children with tenderness in her eyes.
This is the baby she gave birth to after 38 weeks of pregnancy. It has just been separated from her body, and the feeling is both wonderful and touching.
Cheng Jiamo held He Qingzhao's hand and said weakly, "He Qingzhao, congratulations on becoming a father."
He Qingzhao suddenly turned her head away, and tears fell onto the edge of the bed.
He lowered his head, taking a breath that was both crying and laughing.
Cheng Jiamo wanted to comfort him and tell him not to cry, but the midwife next to her hurriedly reminded her, "Mrs. He, please don't talk. We are stitching up your wound."
He Qingzhao suppressed his grief and looked at Cheng Jiamo with deep affection until her wounds were completely stitched up and he was sure she was alright. Only then did he turn around to look at the child.
Two rosy-cheeked babies lay side by side in a stroller, wrapped in swaddling clothes. One had its eyes closed, while the other was half-asleep and sucking its thumb.
The one with eyes closed is a boy, and the one sucking her thumb is a girl.
He Qingzhao looked down at them, his eyes welling up with tears. He hurriedly turned his face away, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and swallowed hard before he could hold back his tears.
After the surgery, Cheng Jiamo was moved to a VIP luxury ward. Her two children, lying in strollers, were also brought into the ward, right next to her bed.
Due to the effects of the anesthesia, Cheng Jiamo fell asleep soon afterward.
She woke up in the middle of the night and saw He Qingzhao sitting by the bed, looking at her with a gentle smile.
Cheng Jiamo instinctively tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, she gasped in pain.
He Qingzhao quickly pressed down on her shoulder: "Don't move, lie flat, lie down properly."
Cheng Jiamo asked weakly, "Where's the child?"
The nanny pushed the stroller in front of her, and the two tiny bundles slept side by side inside, both fast asleep.
Cheng Jiamo's eyes stung, and tears welled up in them.
He Qingzhao quickly turned her face away: "Wife, you can't cry. Crying during postpartum confinement is bad for your eyes."
Cheng Jiamo's voice choked with emotion: "I didn't cry, I was just a little excited."
He Qingzhao: "Don't get too excited. The baby is fine, you are fine, and you and the baby are both fine."
He Qingzhao, who is usually very talkative, seemed to have lost his ability to organize his thoughts and mechanically repeated "very good".
Cheng Jiamo laughed and reached out to him: "Honey, hug me."
"Okay." He Qingzhao gave her a light hug, then quickly let go. "Wife, calm down and don't get too excited. You have a wound, and getting emotional will hinder its healing."
Thanks to proper care, Cheng Jiamo's wound healed quickly, and she was able to be discharged from the hospital a week later.
On the day she was discharged from the hospital, He Rong'an, Zhong Jin, Grandma He, and the He brothers all came to the hospital to pick her and the child up. Several cars were parked downstairs at the hospital.
On the day she gave birth, Zhong Jin also came, along with a maternal and infant care specialist that Zhong Jin had specially selected. However, after she left the delivery room, she was in a daze due to the anesthesia and didn't pay much attention to them.
After she recovered from her injuries, He Qingzhao asked Zhong Jin to leave, citing the reason that it was not appropriate for too many people to be in the hospital, leaving only three maternal and infant care nurses behind.
Cheng Jiamo returned to Nanyuan to recuperate after childbirth, where she and her baby were cared for by the family's nanny and a highly skilled maternal and infant care specialist carefully selected by Zhong Jin.
During this period, Zhong Jin also stayed in Nanyuan.
He Qingzhao continued to work from home, with his assistant and secretary bringing important documents to his home every day for him to sign.
Cheng Jiamo had decided to breastfeed before giving birth, and He Qingzhao had already warned her that breastfeeding would be very painful.
She had prepared herself mentally, but she never expected it to hurt so much!
A baby's sucking power is truly extraordinary!
Cheng Jiamo held He Cheng in her arms, breastfeeding him while silently shedding tears.
He Qingzhao walked into the room and saw her crying; he knew what had happened without even asking.
He walked forward with a stern face, took the child from her arms, and looked at her breasts, which were bleeding from being sucked, with a pained expression. His heart clenched, and he said sternly, "Wean her, feed her formula."
He Cheng was not full and started waving his hands and crying loudly.
Hearing the child cry, Cheng Jiamo felt heartbroken and immediately reached out her hand: "Give it to me quickly."
He Qingzhao frowned: "Wife, don't be like this. They can still grow up and be smart just like if we feed them formula. Even if they aren't smart, with the wealth I've earned for them, they will still have enough to eat and wear for the rest of their lives."
Hearing the child crying, Cheng Jiamo's heart broke, and her eyes reddened with anxiety: "He Qingzhao, give me the child right now."
Hearing the commotion upstairs, Zhong Jin rushed to the bedroom. Seeing the two facing off, and glancing at Cheng Jiamo's condition, she felt sorry for her and advised, "Momo, listen to Qingzhao. Feeding formula is the same. There's no need to insist on breastfeeding."
Cheng Jiaming said, "Mom, just hang in there. After this period, you'll be able to breastfeed normally." After saying that, she asked, "Mom, were you breastfeeding or using formula exclusively?"
She knew that Zhong Jin had breastfed He Qingzhao, which is why she asked that question.
Zhong Jin paused for a moment, then naturally understood what she meant. Without saying anything, she turned and walked out.
Cheng Jiamo said to He Qingzhao, "Honey, your mother breastfed you back then too."
He Qingzhao swallowed hard, then placed the child back in her arms, knelt on one knee by the bed, and looked at her.
"Momo." He took her hand, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. "Wife, I love you."
He Qingzhao knew that Cheng Jiamo's insistence on breastfeeding and her asking that question in front of Zhong Jin was not an attempt to show how great she was.
On one hand, she truly loved the child; on the other hand, she was trying to redeem him and dispel the shadows in his heart. She was showing him through her actions that he had once been genuinely loved by a mother.
Cheng Jiamo turned and hugged He Cheng, putting the nipple back into his little mouth. Enduring the pain, she fed him and smiled at He Qingzhao, saying, "Husband, I love you, He Cheng, He Xing, and our baby will love you very much too. From now on, you will have two blood relatives who will love you unconditionally for the rest of their lives."
He Qingzhao looked up, her eyes reddening with laughter. She pinched He Cheng's soft little hand and kissed it, but pretended to be serious and said, "You can't breastfeed after six months. Anyway, breast milk doesn't provide any immunity after six months."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "We'll see when the time comes."
He Qingzhao, like a child, stubbornly insisted on his own opinion: "No, it's agreed to be six months, it has to be six months."
Cheng Jiamo rolled her eyes at him: "Who told you it would be six months?" Seeing that He Qingzhao was unhappy, she softened her voice and coaxed him, "Okay, okay, six months, but six months or seven months is actually about the same. We'll decide on the specific time later."
He Qingzhao watched the little one suckling in Cheng Jiamo's arms and swallowed: "They keep monopolizing you, what am I supposed to do?"
Cheng Jiamo: "What? What are you going to do?"
He Qingzhao snuggled closer to her: "How am I supposed to eat?"
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
After realizing what was happening, she kicked He Qingzhao and said, "Get out of here."
Cheng Jiamo fed He Xing first, and after a while, she fed He Cheng.
Now that she had finished feeding both children, she could finally rest. She put down her clothes and was about to lie down for a while when He Qingzhao hugged her.
He Qingzhao kissed her lips, then sucked on her earlobe, saying in a hoarse voice, "Wife, I'm hungry too."
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Because Cheng Jiamo had a cesarean section, her postpartum recovery period was longer than that of someone who had a vaginal delivery.
During this time, He Qingzhao was even more anxious than she was, as if he were the one who was in postpartum confinement.
Cheng Jiamo found it amusing to see his impatient and anxious demeanor every day.
After feeding the two children that evening, Cheng Jiamo lay in bed, propping her chin up with one hand and looking at him: "Is it that hard to bear?"
He Qingzhao snuggled into her arms, greedily inhaling her scent: "You have no idea how alluring you are right now, how tempting you are to me?"
Cheng Jiamo kicked his chest with her foot: "How big?"
He Qingzhao gently bit her: "I'm going crazy trying to snatch food from those two little ones' mouths every day!"
Cheng Jiamo quickly turned her back and covered herself with her hands: "No, that would be so weird."
He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms, kissed her lips, and said in a low, husky voice, "Wife, let your husband satisfy his craving."
Cheng Jiamo hurriedly pushed him away: "No!"
He Qingzhao's voice was low and hoarse: "I'll just try a little, and stop short of that."
After he finished speaking, he buried his face in her neck and kissed her neck, then kissed her ears, sucking and licking her fair and delicate earlobes.
Cheng Jiamo was already sensitive after giving birth, and she couldn't resist He Qingzhao's highly skilled kissing technique. In just a few kisses, her body went limp.
She bit her lip and let out a soft hum.
He Qingzhao turned her face around and kissed her moist, pink lips urgently and fiercely, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
His kiss was fierce and ruthless, with a destructive and tyrannical force.
In the end, Cheng Jiamo gave in to He Qingzhao's wishes and let him taste it.
However, once he started, he couldn't stop. He said he would only take a small taste, but he ended up taking a full bite and getting completely hooked, with no way to stop.
After that, every time Cheng Jiamo held the baby and breastfed, He Qingzhao would stand aside and watch her intently.
Cheng Jiamo had no choice but to turn her back to him, guarding against him as if he were a thief.
She found He Qingzhao's wolfish appearance amusing and glared at him, saying, "Logically speaking, breast milk is very fishy. Apart from babies, adults can't stand the smell, let alone eat it. How come you..."
She was too embarrassed to say the rest.
He Qingzhao lay down in front of her, watching his daughter happily nursing in her arms, kicking her little feet as she ate. He snorted unhappily and, jealous, snuggled closer to her.
Cheng Jiamo pushed his face hard: "He Qingzhao, move away, you're squeezing the baby."
He Qingzhao stepped back in displeasure, looking at her with a deep gaze: "After you've finished feeding your daughter, don't feed that brat anymore, let him drink formula."
Cheng Jiamo rolled her eyes at him speechlessly, turned away with the child in her arms, and ignored him.
The two children celebrated their 100th day at the Ye family's old house, and people from all walks of life were invited.
Everyone looked at the two children, who had grown up to be fair-skinned and chubby, and praised them for their good looks.
He Jingyang held He Xing in his arms and said with a smile, "It's amazing that the two children are twins, a boy and a girl. They should be fraternal, but they look exactly alike and both look like the older brother."
He Zihong held He Cheng and leaned close to He Jingyang to compare them: "It really is true, my nephew and niece look exactly like my brother, their bone structure and eyebrows are exactly the same, they are like a copy and paste of my brother." After saying that, he smiled and looked at Cheng Jiamo, "Sister-in-law, you were pregnant for nothing."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "It would be even better if you looked like your eldest brother."
He Zihong laughed and said, "No, our daughter would actually be prettier if she looked like you. After all, I'm a man, not feminine."
He Jingyang chuckled and said, "Now I finally understand those melodramatic plots in TV dramas—a sister disguising herself as a man to take the imperial examination in place of her brother! I used to think it was all just made up by screenwriters, but now that I see my nephew and niece, I realize it's actually true. I just wonder if they'll still look exactly the same when they grow up?"
Zhong Jin said with a smile, "They will definitely change as they grow up. Boys and girls have different bone structures."
He Jingyang glanced at He Qingzhao, then looked down at He Xing in his arms and chuckled, "It doesn't matter if she doesn't change. Big brother is so handsome, the most handsome man in Beijing. When our Xingxing grows up, even if she looks like Dad, she will still be the most beautiful woman in Beijing."
After saying that, He Jingyang clicked his tongue loudly and said with a smile, "Xingxing, call me uncle, call me uncle."
He Zihong looked at him like he was a child: "Are you stupid? You started talking after only three months? That would be a monster."
He Zongxun took He Cheng from He Zihong's arms and kicked him in the process.
He Qingzhao simply stood aside, smiling, his hands in his pockets, watching them calmly and leisurely as they held and played with his children.
Six months later.
Cheng Jiamo continued to breastfeed her child, but He Qingzhao objected.
When he got home from get off work that day, he saw Cheng Jiamo holding He Cheng, lifting her clothes to prepare to breastfeed.
He turned and went into the bathroom, washed his hands with disinfectant hand sanitizer, changed his clothes in the dressing room, and then returned to the room to take the child away.
Cheng Jiamo exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, what are you doing?"
He Qingzhao handed the child to the nanny and said casually, "It's time to wean him!"
Cheng Jiamo picked up a cushion and threw it at him: "He Qingzhao, you bring the child back to me!"
He Qingzhao remained unmoved: "Six months is enough; breastfeeding must be stopped."
Cheng Jiamo put down her clothes, chased after him, and grabbed his sleeve: "Feed him for another two months, eight months."
He Qingzhao's lips curled into a smile: "No, unless..."
Cheng Jiamo raised her chin to look at him: "Unless what?"
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