Chapter 18, Chapter 107: "I saw you eating..."
Cheng Jiamo and Li Zhuyue arranged to meet in a bustling commercial area on the East Second Ring Road, where land is incredibly valuable. There was a teahouse there, an antique-style courtyard house with brick and wood structure, a quiet oasis amidst the hustle and bustle, with an elegant environment, as if it had carved out a paradise on earth in the midst of the noisy city.
The teahouse is owned by Zhong Qi and operates on a membership basis, making it convenient for big bosses like him to bring their business partners here to discuss projects.
Cheng Jiamo ordered a pot of Qimen black tea and some delicate desserts.
Li Zhuyue sat opposite her, watching her pour tea with elegant movements, and said with a smile, "Our Momo is becoming more and more charming and alluring."
Cheng Jiamo pushed a cup of tea in front of her and said reproachfully, "Don't try to wash me up."
Li Zhuyue rested her chin on her hand and said with a smile, "Really, you're incredibly alluring right now, so seductive and alluring that it makes my bones go weak. Even I feel restless just looking at you. I don't know how He Qingzhao can resist?"
Cheng Jiamo felt a surge of heat in her heart and her cheeks flushed when she thought of the wolf-like look He Qingzhao gave her every day.
She quickly picked up her teacup, took a sip, and calmed herself down before saying in a nonchalant tone, "What do you mean by 'can withstand' or 'can't withstand'? We're an old married couple, where's the passion anymore?"
Having worked in the entertainment industry for over a decade, Li Zhuyue was extremely familiar with matters between men and women and didn't believe Cheng Jiamo's words at all.
"Really no longer passionate?" she asked with a smile.
Cheng Jiamo lowered her eyes: "Really, there isn't any left. I'm so tired from taking care of the kids every day that I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow."
Li Zhuyue laughed and said, "Come on, He Qingzhao would never let you work so hard." After saying that, she reached out and pinched Cheng Jiamo's still fair and smooth face, and then stroked her glistening lips with her fingers. "Look at this fair and tender face, and rosy and delicate lips, you're no different from a teenage girl. You call this being too tired to even fall asleep?"
Cheng Jiamo took a sip of tea: "Don't just talk about me, how have you been lately?"
Li Zhuyue picked up her teacup, blew on the steam, and said with a smile, "It's alright. I'll be joining another production in a few days. It's a historical drama. After this one, I should be able to transition into a leading actress."
Looking at the beautiful and elegant woman in front of her, Cheng Jiamo sincerely praised, "They say that rosy cheeks are good for one's appearance, and it seems that this is really true. You are becoming more and more beautiful and elegant."
Li Zhuyue took a sip of tea and smiled, "No matter how famous she is, she's just an actress. How can she compare to you, Mrs. He?"
Cheng Jiamo smiled and gave her a reproachful look: "Out of the 1.4 billion people in the country, at least 200 million know the name 'Li Zhuyue,' but how many people know 'Cheng Jiamo'?"
Li Zhuyue laughed out loud: "That's because you're not in this industry. If you were an actress, you would definitely be more famous than me."
Cheng Jiamo shook her head: "Impossible. Unless I get a new head, with my plain and ordinary looks, even if He Qingzhao went bankrupt to promote me, he still wouldn't be able to make me famous."
Li Zhuyue laughed heartily, but afraid that she would laugh so hard that tears would smudge her makeup, she quickly pressed her hand to the corner of her eye.
After laughing, Li Zhuyue rested her chin on her hand and looked at her with charming eyes: "Baby, you are too modest. Who is He Qingzhao? When he was in his twenties, he was a top young nobleman in Beijing. If you were plain-looking, would such a powerful young master like you?"
Cheng Jiamo didn't say anything more, but just smiled gently and lowered her head to take a sip of tea politely.
Li Zhuyue raised her chin at Cheng Jiamo and teased, "Even if other people's figures don't change after giving birth, they can't possibly be better than before they gave birth. But how come you're even better after giving birth than before?" After saying that, her gaze swept over Cheng Jiamo's ample breasts. "Your breasts are at least two cup sizes bigger than before, but your waist is thinner than before, and your face is still a pure and innocent baby face. Who can resist that?"
Cheng Jiamo subconsciously raised her arm to cover her chest: "It got bigger because of breastfeeding, it will go down after a while."
Li Zhuyue raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you stop breastfeeding two months ago?"
Cheng Jiamo coughed guiltily, "Even if it's broken, there's a recovery process."
In fact, she had only been aborted for half a month. Although she had been aborted for two months, she had not been aborted with He Qingzhao. If she hadn't forced herself to sleep separately from He Qingzhao, she probably still wouldn't have been aborted by now.
Thinking of this, Cheng Jiamo's cheeks flushed again, and she hurriedly lowered her head to drink her tea.
Li Zhuyue leaned forward and asked with a meaningful smile, "Did Boss He eat it while you were breastfeeding?"
Cheng Jiamo almost spat out the tea she had just drunk. After forcing it down, she turned her head and coughed a few times.
She turned her head, her face flushed, and looked at Li Zhuyue: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could that be?"
In fact, He Qingzhao eats it every night.
Cheng Jiamo's cheeks burned as she thought of the image of him buried in her arms.
Li Zhuyue asked bluntly, "So when you were cooking, he didn't touch it or eat it?"
Cheng Jiamo blushed even more: "I won't touch it." She added, "We rarely do that kind of thing now. We're getting older, and we already have a child. We don't have that kind of thought anymore."
Li Zhuyue looked at her with an expression that said, "Do you think I'm stupid?": "With your seductive charm that makes people weak in the knees, do you think I would believe that?"
Cheng Jiamo reached out and pinched her face: "I really want to tear your mouth apart."
Li Zhuyue laughed and dodged back, teasing her even more: "It seems that Boss He is still as good as ever. Even at forty years old, he can still make you look as beautiful as a peach blossom in March. Tsk, no wonder you still miss him after so many years apart?"
Then he asked, "How old is Mr. He? Is he eighteen?"
Cheng Jiamo, who had already given birth, saw that Li Zhuyue was not restraining herself at all and was becoming more and more shameless, so she simply talked to her openly about matters between men and women.
"And what about you?" she asked. "How are things between you and He Lin? He's a real playboy, a local tyrant in the entertainment industry, a man who's been with countless women. How's things in that area? Are you compatible?"
Now it was Li Zhuyue's turn to feel awkward. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her ears turned red.
"It's alright, nothing special."
Cheng Jiamo wouldn't let her go, leaning closer and smiling as she pinched her chin: "What do you mean by 'just like that'? Is it okay or not?"
Li Zhuyue slapped her hand away: "Take medicine when you can't take it."
Cheng Jiamo asked in surprise, "Really?"
Seeing her surprised expression, Li Zhuyue laughed and said, "Just kidding. He's alright in that area, big and good in bed, and he lasts a long time. Otherwise, what do you think I'd be with him for? With you as my backer, I can do whatever I want in the entertainment industry. Why would I need to settle for someone short, fast, and small?"
Cheng Jiamo coughed, "Although your words are rough but the reasoning is sound, this is a bit too rough." Then she asked, "What are your plans now? Are you just playing around with He Lin, or are you serious?"
Li Zhuyue lowered her eyes to look at the tea swirling in her cup and smiled: "Do you think someone like him would take it seriously?"
Cheng Jiamo frowned slightly: "What about you? Do you want to find someone to marry, have children, and live a stable life, or do you want to just drift along with him in this muddled way?"
Li Zhuyue: "I am an actress, and I am currently focused on my career. I don't want to get married or have children for the time being. I'll wait a few years before thinking about it."
Cheng Jiamo asked, "Yueyue, have you really fallen in love with He Lin?"
Li Zhuyue kept her head down and didn't say anything.
Cheng Jiamo sighed: "Well, He Lin can't be called a bad person, but how should I put it, he can't be considered a good man either."
Li Zhuyue curled her lips: "I know he's not a good man, just a complete playboy, and I also know he doesn't like me that much."
Cheng Jiamo: "Then why are you still with him?"
Li Zhuyue laughed: "We're a good match in bed, everyone says he's well-endowed and good in bed."
Cheng Jiamo asked with a smile, "Oh? How big is it?"
Li Zhuyue smiled and asked in return, "How old is Boss He?"
Cheng Jiamo slammed her hand on the table: "Am I asking you, or are you asking me?"
Li Zhuyue: "Then if I say it, you have to say it too."
Cheng Jiamo raised her head: "No, you can say it or not, it's up to you."
Li Zhuyue smiled and said, "Nineteen. I measured it myself."
Cheng Jiamo opened her mouth wide in surprise: "That's really not small."
Li Zhuyue nodded: "He's alright among ordinary people, but he's definitely not as good as Boss He."
Cheng Jiamo said ambiguously, "They're all pretty much the same, all men are like that."
“That’s far from it.” Li Zhuyue straightened up, leaned closer to her, and said mysteriously, “I overheard them talking and they said that the longest is Tang Jingyao and Zhou Jinghong, those two are 22, in short, the giants, and then Boss He is 21.”
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
Li Zhuyue sat back on the sofa and chuckled, "Even I, He Lin, couldn't handle 19. How could you possibly handle guys the size of them?"
Cheng Jiamo blushed deeply and turned her face away, saying, "I don't know about others, but I didn't eat any."
Li Zhuyue pointed her index finger at her lips and said with a mischievous smile, "Is this the kind of 'eat' I was talking about?"
Cheng Jiamo blushed and glared at her: "You should leave He Lin right now. Ever since you got involved with him, you've become just as promiscuous as him."
Li Zhuyue laughed and said, "He's alright. As for being the most seductive, Zhou Jinghong is the most seductive. His mouth is like it's coated with aphrodisiac. He Lin isn't seductive in words, but he is in bed. But then again, which of these men isn't seductive in bed?"
Cheng Jiamo quickly changed the subject and started talking about other things.
After lunch, Li Zhuyue was fully equipped with sunglasses, a mask, and a baseball cap. She was about to go shopping with Cheng Jiamo when she suddenly received a call from her agent at the parking garage. The agent said that there was a very important business event in the afternoon, which was arranged by the company at the last minute, and that she should go back immediately.
Although Li Zhuyue followed He Lin, she did not sign with He Lin's company and remained with her original entertainment company.
Love is love, and career is career. She didn't want to mix her career with men, so that if she broke up with He Lin in the future, she would have a way out.
After hanging up the phone, Li Zhuyue looked at Cheng Jiamo apologetically: "I'm sorry, Jiamo, I can't be with you again."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and comforted her, "It's okay, work is important. You can stroll around anytime. Besides, we've been chatting all morning. You should go ahead. I've been missing the two babies too."
Li Zhuyue hugged her: "I'll definitely spend more time with you next time."
Cheng Jiamo patted her shoulder: "Whenever you have time, come to my house anytime. Go back now, I'm leaving too."
The two got into their respective cars and drove out of the garage one after the other.
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Cheng Jiamo originally planned to go home in the evening, but because Li Zhuyue had something come up, she had to go home early.
She didn't say goodbye to He Qingzhao and drove home by herself, arriving home at 1:30.
The living room was quiet; He Qingzhao was not there, nor were the servants.
Cheng Jiamo changed her shoes in the entryway and tiptoed upstairs.
The master bedroom door was open. Cheng Jiamo peeked out and saw He Qingzhao sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, one hand behind his head, leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed, resting. The two children were sleeping side by side beside him.
Looking at the warm and beautiful scene before her, Cheng Jiamo couldn't help but smile gently.
She didn't say a word, and quietly walked to the bedside.
Just as she was about to quietly bend down and approach He Qingzhao, He Qingzhao suddenly reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his arms.
Cheng Jiamo almost cried out. She quickly supported He Qingzhao's shoulder with her hand and looked into He Qingzhao's deep, dark eyes. His gaze was clear and sharp, and it was obvious that he was not asleep.
She didn't dare struggle, afraid of waking the child. She supported herself on his shoulders with both hands and leaned against him, asking softly, "Why aren't you asleep?"
He Qingzhao put one arm around her waist and gently stroked her head with the other: "My wife isn't home, and I can't sleep because I'm all alone."
Cheng Jiamo was amused, but dared not laugh out loud, so she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.
She lay on He Qingzhao, feeling the mature man's burning body temperature. Her heart felt as if it were being scalded. Thinking of what Li Zhuyue had said, the burning sensation intensified, and her heart began to itch with heat. So she bit harder.
He Qingzhao let out a muffled groan as she bit him, then turned her face toward him, intending to kiss her.
Cheng Jiamo covered his mouth with her hand and pushed him out, saying, "I'm going to take a shower."
He Qingzhao hugged her tightly around the waist: "Together."
Cheng Jiamo pried his hand away: "No, if we all go, what will happen if the baby wakes up?"
He Qingzhao said without hesitation, "Take him to the nursery and let the nanny watch him."
Cheng Jiamo glared at him: "Couldn't you have waited until tonight..."
Before she could finish speaking, He Qingzhao forcefully kissed her lips, silencing her.
He hugged Cheng Jiamo and kissed her as they walked toward the bathroom.
The bathroom door closed, and He Qingzhao placed her on the sink, bracing himself against it with both hands. He leaned closer to her, nuzzled her face with the tip of his nose, and said in a deep voice, "Who's the one who bothered me as soon as they got back, hmm?"
Cheng Jiamo turned her face away: "I didn't do anything to you."
He Qingzhao turned her face to the side, bit her lips hard, looked at her with deep eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "What else do you want to confess? You bit me so hard that I'm all throbbing, and you still don't think you've confessed?"
Cheng Jiamo retorted, "It's your own lack of self-control that's the problem; it has nothing to do with me."
He Qingzhao cupped half of her face in one hand and rubbed her lips hard with his thumb: "This little mouth is only the cutest when it's covered, otherwise it always says things to annoy me."
Cheng Jiamo kicked him: "Who upset you? Don't make false accusations."
He Qingzhao pressed his thumb against her lips, pinching them hard, his eyes darkening. "Is it because I lack self-control, or are you just too alluring?" he asked, then moved his thumb down to her mouth. "I really want to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Jiamo hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "When the baby wakes up, you should quickly take the baby to the nursery."
He Qingzhao lowered his head and bit her lip with restraint.
Cheng Jiamo was bitten and kicked him hard: "Go and hold the child."
He Qingzhao opened the bathroom door and went out.
Cheng Jiamo watched his retreating figure and chuckled, calling him an old rogue.
He Qingzhao picked up one child in each arm and quickly went downstairs to the nursery. There was also a nursery upstairs, but he didn't leave the baby there because he didn't want to be disturbed.
While He Qingzhao was holding the child, Cheng Jiamo quickly brushed her teeth, but before she finished, He Qingzhao returned.
The door closed again, and He Qingzhao hugged her from behind.
Cheng Jiamo nudged him lightly with her elbow, saying, "Go wash up first."
He Qingzhao lowered his head, his thin lips pressed against the back of her neck, tracing upwards along her neck, sucking on her fair and delicate earlobe, and then gently licking behind her ear.
Cheng Jiamo was no match for him. Her hand trembled from his kiss, and the electric toothbrush fell onto the table, vibrating and buzzing. The atmosphere was incredibly intimate.
He Qingzhao turned her face towards him, wanting to kiss her lips. Cheng Jiamo hadn't even finished spitting out the foam in her mouth, so she hurriedly pushed him away, quickly rinsed her mouth a few times, and spat out the mouthwash. Before she could even put down her toothbrush and mouthwash cup, He Qingzhao picked her up and strode towards the shower room.
Warm water flowed from the showerhead, and Cheng Jiamo supported herself with both hands on the gleaming white porcelain wall tiles.
He Qingzhao supported himself with one hand next to her, while the other hand tightly encircled her waist. He turned his head to kiss her ear, sucking and licking her earlobe.
Cheng Jiamo was so kissed that she could barely stand, and she slid down the wall while holding onto the bricks.
He Qingzhao put his arm around her waist and lifted her up, then cupped her head with his other hand, turned her face, and kissed her lips.
An hour later, Cheng Jiamo was carried out of the bathroom by He Qingzhao, her face flushed alluringly.
He Qingzhao carried her to the bed, and looking at the woman in his arms with her alluring and seductive appearance, his throat tightened, and he became aroused again.
Cheng Jiamo hadn't recovered yet when she sensed his desire and hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "I'm so tired, let me rest for a bit."
He Qingzhao buried his face in her neck and chuckled, "It's a normal reaction, don't worry about it."
Cheng Jiamo thought of what Li Zhuyue had said again and couldn't help but retort, "What's normal about you? You're not normal at all."
He Qingzhao turned her body around and flicked her rosy lips with his thumb: "What's wrong with you, hmm?"
Cheng Jiamo: "What normal forty-year-old man has such a strong sex drive? Sometimes I even suspect you're on drugs, it's just..."
He Qingzhao suddenly pressed her down and fiercely silenced her with a kiss.
This little mouth is only cute when I kiss him or let him bite it; otherwise, I always say things he doesn't like to hear.
This time, He Qingzhao wasn't in a hurry to ask for it. He pleaded with Cheng Jiamo until she cried and begged him before he finally gave it to her.
Afterwards, Cheng Jiamo fell asleep almost instantly, too lazy to even wipe herself, since He Qingzhao would clean her up anyway.
After cleaning up, He Qingzhao lay down next to Cheng Jiamo in her pajamas, hugged her, and took a nap with her.
However, it was already past three o'clock, long past the time for afternoon nap, so He Qingzhao couldn't fall asleep anymore; he simply held her close.
He Qingzhao had just lain down and was playing with a lock of Cheng Jiamo's hair when his phone, which was on the bedside table, rang.
He reached out and picked it up. It was Zhong Qi calling. He sat up to answer and lowered his voice, "What is it?"
Zhong Qi asked with a smile, "What are your plans for tonight?"
He Qingzhao's voice carried a languid quality, like that of someone who had just finished eating: "Spending time with my wife and kids."
Being a man, Zhong Qi immediately recognized the voice and asked with a smile, "You're not at home, are you?"
He Qingzhao hummed in agreement, then said, "My wife just fell asleep. I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."
Zhong Qi: "..."
Zhong Qi hurriedly said, "About the medical project we talked about last time..."
He Qingzhao said in a low voice, "Let's talk again next Monday. Bye."
On the other end, Zhong Qi looked at the phone that had been hung up and said with a smile, "Sure enough, married men's brains all get rusty. They're full of wives and kids and don't even care about making money anymore."
Huo Junhou, who was standing to the side, said with a smile, "Isn't this good? If they don't make money, then Boss Zhong will be the leading figure in Beijing from now on."
Zhong Qi leaned back, spread his arms, and said lazily, "They have wives and children in warm beds, but I can only sleep with cold, hard money in my arms. What's the use of having so much money?"
Huo Junhou: "..."
Zhao Yue: "..."
Zhao Yue stood up, held out his hand to Zhong Qi and weighed it in his hand: "Come on, give it to me. Since Brother Zhong thinks he has too much money, give it all to me, even half is fine. Don't even mention women, I'll get you a fairy if you want."
Zhong Qi kicked him: "Get lost! My money didn't grow on trees."
Zhao Yue: "Didn't you say something that deserved a beating?"
Everyone laughed, and after laughing, they continued talking about the project.
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He Qingzhao held Cheng Jiamo in his arms, looking at her sleeping face. Her delicate round face was flushed, and her lips were a little swollen and very red from the intense kiss. The red was dazzling and alluring, and her already full lips were pouted high, making her look particularly seductive.
He Qingzhao was itching with desire and wanted it again, but Cheng Jiamo was already asleep. He didn't dare to wake her, otherwise it wouldn't just be half a month, it might be longer, which wouldn't do.
Although he didn't dare to actually do it, he was unwilling to just watch. He was mainly suffering from the pain of holding back, and when he couldn't bear it any longer, he lowered his head and gently kissed her, licking her tender red lips with his tongue, and then holding her lips in his mouth and sucking on them very gently and slowly.
Just as he was about to pry open Cheng Jiamo's lips and teeth and stick his tongue into her mouth, Cheng Jiamo reached out and slapped him across the face.
Since Cheng Jiamo was asleep, she didn't have much strength. She only patted He Qingzhao's face lightly, without making his face turn red.
Although He Qingzhao wasn't hurt, he dared not kiss her again. After stepping back, he looked at her with tender yet infatuated eyes, making her heart itch.
Cheng Jiamo's eyelashes trembled slightly; her long, thick eyelashes, like a small brush, shook gently.
He Qingzhao felt even more itchy inside. He grabbed the back of her neck with his large hand, pressed her face against his chest, and took a deep breath with his chin resting on the top of her head.
He wasn't sleepy, but he didn't want to get up and leave either. Even if he couldn't do anything, just holding Cheng Jiamo like this made him feel incredibly content.
Cheng Jiamo woke up at 5 a.m., and there was no one beside her.
She went to the dressing room to change into some casual and comfortable home clothes, then went downstairs to the living room and saw He Qingzhao sitting on the playmat playing with the two babies.
The villa's living room was very large, and Cheng Jiamo specially fenced off an area for her two babies to crawl and play in.
A ten-month-old baby is at the age where they crawl all over the place.
He Qingzhao stretched one leg out, with his foot, clad in black cotton socks, extending outside the crawling mat. His other leg was bent, with his foot firmly planted on the floor. Neither foot touched the crawling mat.
He held a pink rattle in his hand and shook it a few times like he was teasing a dog.
His younger sister, He Xing, crawled up to him, drooling, and reached out to take the bell.
He Qingzhao threw the bell forward, directly over the fence.
He Xing didn't get the rattle, so she pouted and burst into tears, crying so hard that snot bubbles came out of her nose.
Cheng Jiamo knew that He Qingzhao wanted to train the child to crawl, but his method was not raising a child at all, but raising a dog, or even worse than raising a dog. He even threw the bell outside the fence. No wonder the child was crying.
She quickly went downstairs and glared at He Qingzhao helplessly: "Is this how you raise a child?"
He Qingzhao awkwardly touched his nose: "I couldn't control my strength."
Cheng Jiamo stepped over the fence, picked up He Xing, and scolded He Qingzhao: "If you do this again, don't sleep in the same room with me. You'll have to sleep in the spare bedroom by yourself."
He Qingzhao reached out to pull her: "Baby, don't be angry, I was wrong."
Cheng Jiamo glared at him: "You always admit your mistakes quickly, but you never learn from them. I think you just talk the talk, but you don't take it seriously at all."
He Qingzhao said helplessly, "My wife is wronging me. I really didn't control my strength."
Just as Cheng Jiamo was scolding He Qingzhao, He Cheng, who had been sitting quietly playing with toys, suddenly rolled over and got up. He quickly crawled to the other side, picked up another blue rattle, and then quickly crawled back to Cheng Jiamo, holding the rattle up and handing it to He Xing.
Cheng Jiamo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted He Cheng's head, praising him gently: "Dabao is so great, so amazing, much better than Dad."
He Xing took the bell, put it in his mouth and bit it, then giggled. Tears still clung to his eyelashes, but he was drooling as he laughed.
Cheng Jiamo sat down next to He Qingzhao with He Xing in her arms, and gestured to He Qingzhao with her chin, indicating that he should hug He Cheng.
He Qingzhao reached out to hug He Cheng, but He Cheng didn't even look at He Qingzhao. Instead, he turned around, crawled to Cheng Jiamo, stretched out a hand to pull Cheng Jiamo's sleeve, and tilted his head back to call out "Mama" in a childish voice.
Cheng Jiamo was stunned, then exclaimed excitedly, "Wow! Dabao can call me 'Mommy' now!" She smiled at He Qingzhao, "Did you hear that? Chengcheng just called me 'Mommy'!"
He Qingzhao calmly said, "Don't get excited. He's just unconsciously learning to speak; he doesn't actually know how to call people." She then raised an eyebrow and said with a smug look, "This morning, Erbao even called me 'Dad,' but I didn't brag about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Cheng called out again, "Mommy."
Cheng Jiamo was even more excited, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she exclaimed, "Honey, did you hear that? It's not just unconsciously mimicking words, Da Bao can actually call me 'Mama' now!"
He Qingzhao: "..."
Cheng Jiamo hugged He Cheng into her arms, holding one in each arm, and kissed He Cheng's soft, pink cheeks. Then she turned and kissed He Xing's cheek, the two siblings each giving each other a kiss.
He Qingzhao leaned closer: "Wife, I'm here too."
Cheng Jiamo didn't even look at him properly. She leaned in and gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, then quickly looked down at the two children in her arms, her eyes filled with tenderness.
“Erbao, call me Mama, Ma~ Ma~” Cheng Jiamo looked at her daughter gently and taught her word by word, “Call me Ma~ Ma~, Ma~ Ma.”
He Xing waved her chubby, fair little hands, shook the rattle, and slowly and indistinctly called out the word "Mama".
Cheng Jiamo's eyes welled up with tears.
He Qingzhao hugged her, wiped away her tears with his hands, and said with a smile, "Why are you crying?"
Cheng Jiamo rested her head on his shoulder, her voice choked with emotion: "I'm happy."
He Qingzhao kissed her cheek and then the corner of her moist eyes, coaxing her gently and softly, "Baby, don't cry. In a while, our baby will be able to say 'daddy' and 'mommy' more fluently. When she's two or three years old, she'll be able to chat with us."
Even though they have been married for almost two years, He Qingzhao still calls her "baby". In his heart, Cheng Jiamo is still a little girl, or more precisely, she will always be the little girl in his heart.
Cheng Jiamo lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him with wet eyes: "Did only Erbao call you 'Dad' this morning? Did your brother call you 'Dad'?"
He Qingzhao: "...No."
Cheng Jiamo chuckled, then quickly pursed her lips to suppress her laughter. She looked at him with feigned seriousness, asking him like a headmaster giving a lecture: "Do you know why?"
He Qingzhao smiled at her and asked, "What's the reason?"
Cheng Jiaming's face hardened, and she began to reprimand him sternly, "You still have the nerve to laugh? He Qingzhao, don't you even reflect on your actions?" She snorted, "He Qingzhao, I feel like you don't love my child at all."
He Qingzhao: "..."
Cheng Jiamo: "When they were little, you wouldn't let them drink milk. Now you don't play with them or hold them much. My sister is innocent. Even if you don't get close to them, she will still foolishly take the initiative to get close to you because of blood ties. But my brother is precocious and sensitive. He senses that you are not good to them, so he is not close to you and doesn't call you Dad."
He Qingzhao hurriedly explained, "...No, honey, they're only ten months old, still babies. It's not as complicated as you're making it out to be."
Cheng Jiamo shoved He Cheng into his arms and said in a commanding tone, "Cover Da Bao's ears first."
He Qingzhao did as she was told, covering He Cheng's little ears with both hands, and even lowered her head to kiss the top of his fluffy head, then looked at Cheng Jiamo with a smile: "My dear wife, please continue your criticism."
Cheng Jiamo covered He Xing's two little ears with her hands and continued to scold him: "Haven't you noticed? Chengcheng is actually just like you."
He Qingzhao denied it: "Sons resemble their mothers, Chengcheng looks like you."
Cheng Jiaming retorted, "He looks like you, brother looks like you, sister looks like me." She became more and more agitated as she spoke, her voice rising involuntarily, "Brother is precocious like you, and also suspicious and sensitive!"
He Qingzhao looked down at his son in his arms, just as He Cheng looked up at him, his little mouth grinning to reveal a few milky white teeth, his big, round, dark eyes reflecting his face.
The two children's face shape, nose, and mouth all resemble He Qingzhao's, but their eyes are like Cheng Jiamo's, and they have peach blossom eyes.
However, Cheng Jiamo was an adult now, and her eyes had fully opened, revealing a mesmerizing and alluring charm.
The two children were still babies, their peach blossom eyes hadn't fully developed yet, and instead looked like doe eyes, dark and round like black grapes.
He Qingzhao smiled and kissed her son's cheek: "Good boy, call me Daddy. If you call me Daddy, Mommy won't be angry anymore."
Cheng Jiamo patted his arm: "Don't use my son as a shield."
He Qingzhao smiled helplessly: "Wife, this is also my son."
He Cheng didn't call for his father or mother again, but instead picked up a toy airplane and started playing with it.
Cheng Jiamo glanced at He Cheng: "Look, Da Bao isn't calling you, which means you're not a good father."
He Qingzhao said helplessly, "He's not old enough to speak yet, so naturally he won't greet people."
Cheng Jiamo asked, "What if he's old enough to talk but still doesn't call you?"
He Qingzhao raised an eyebrow: "If he dares not to yell, I'll beat his ass to a pulp."
Cheng Jiamo's eyes widened: "You dare! He Qingzhao, if you dare touch my son, I'll never forgive you! Don't you dare threaten my son. He can call out if he wants to, but you can't force him if he doesn't want to."
He Qingzhao smiled and pulled her into his arms, coaxing her gently, "I wouldn't dare. You're my precious daughter, I cherish you more than I can bear."
Cheng Jiamo retorted, "Isn't it yours?"
"Yes, yes, yes." He Qingzhao nodded repeatedly. "You are all my precious children. My wife comes first, and my two babies come second."
Cheng Jiamo's tone softened: "He Qingzhao, you should hold the children more and play with them more. Don't always think about holding me when you come home from get off work. I'm an adult, I don't need you to hold me."
He Qingzhao lowered his head, snuggled closer to her, and said seriously, "But wife, I struggle to make ends meet every day, I've never had enough to eat. And you're so tempting right now, how can I be in the mood to hold the baby?"
Cheng Jiaming recalled Li Zhuyue's words, her heart warmed, and she squirmed in his arms, softly asking, "Is it really that exaggerated?"
He Qingzhao buried his face in her neck and took a breath: "Yes." He opened his mouth and gently bit her, "Baby, we've been separated for so many years, and you got pregnant not long after we got back together. I restrained myself during your pregnancy, and I continued to restrain myself after you gave birth. I've been restraining myself until now, and your husband is almost going crazy."
Cheng Jiamo's voice weakened as she weakly replied, "But didn't we resume our marital life more than four months after the baby was born?"
He Qingzhao sighed: "Making it only once every three or four days, and only once or twice a time, is no different from people in a famine eating only once every two days."
Hearing his aggrieved tone, Cheng Jiamo's heart softened completely, and she asked softly, "How many times do you need to satisfy me?"
He Qingzhao looked up at her with a smile: "I'll keep doing it until I don't want to anymore."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Qingzhao smiled and pecked her lips: "Not many, just three or four times tonight." He added, "Wife, if your man keeps going like this, he'll develop problems and won't have the energy to take care of the children."
Cheng Jiamo compromised: "...Okay."
Having achieved his goal, He Qingzhao then patiently explained to her in a serious manner: "Don't overthink it. It's not that I don't love children, it's just that the babies are too small and soft. I'm afraid of hurting them if I hold them in my arms."
As he spoke, he squeezed the hand around Cheng Jiamo's waist. "Just like you, if you use even a little force, you'll get bruises all over your body that won't go away for days."
Cheng Jiamo slapped his hand: "How can that be the same?"
He Qingzhao laughed: "All I know is that they are more vulnerable than you."
Cheng Jiamo shoved the two children into his arms: "Stop making excuses, keep playing with them, I'll go make some baby food."
She stood up and stepped over the fence.
He Qingzhao, holding a child in each arm, looked up at her and asked, "There are nannies available, what are you doing?"
Cheng Jiamo: "I want to do it myself."
He Qingzhao couldn't stop her, so she could only smile and agree, "Okay, okay, you do it." She looked down at the two children and said, "Mommy's cooking is even tastier, isn't it?"
-
In the days that followed, Cheng Jiamo was busy with her studies while also planning her child's first birthday celebration.
Before we knew it, the two children were eleven and a half months old, and they would be one year old in just half a month.
That weekend, Cheng Jiamo sat on the sofa in the living room reading a book, while He Qingzhao sat in the playpen playing with the two children.
She finished reading a page and was about to turn it when she suddenly heard He Qingzhao call out, his voice a mixture of suppressed excitement and joy: "Wife!"
He Qingzhao rarely lost control of his emotions and shouted. Cheng Jiamo quickly looked up and saw He Cheng waving his little hands and walking unsteadily.
The child can walk! Cheng Jiamo was immediately moved to tears.
Looking at Cheng Jiamo's tearful eyes, He Qingzhao's eyes also welled up with tears, and the corners of her eyes gradually reddened.
After a moment of eye contact, He Qingzhao turned his head, stretched out his arms, and laughed while suppressing his emotions: "Son, come here, come to Dad."
Cheng Jiamo quickly put down her book and walked over. Just as she did, He Xing also let go of the railing and staggered toward He Qingzhao.
The two children, as if in a competition, walked towards He Qingzhao one after the other, each with their little hands raised.
After Cheng Jiamo made the suggestion that day, He Qingzhao would play with the child every day after get off work, hugging and kissing the child.
Of course, Cheng Jiamo also kept her promise and fed He Qingzhao well every day.
After eating and drinking her fill, He Qingzhao spent more time with the children than she did with them. Over time, the two children naturally became more attached to He Qingzhao.
The two children walked up to He Qingzhao, who put her arm around one of them and smiled at Cheng Jiamo: "Babies, keep reading and get some rest tonight."
Cheng Jiamo shuddered slightly upon hearing the word "rest" and coughed, saying, "I'll go get the camera. You keep entertaining them, and I'll record it for you."
He Qingzhao smiled gently and said, "Okay." As she turned to leave, she quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Make sure you take good pictures of your husband, make him look handsome and young."
Cheng Jiamo replied with a smile, "Okay, I guarantee I'll make my husband look handsome and young, like an eighteen-year-old boy!"
He Qingzhao grabbed her hand and squeezed it, then said something lewd: "What, didn't I satisfy you?"
Cheng Jiamo shook off his hand: "What kind of dirty talk is this? You're the one who asked me to make you look younger."
He Qingzhao: "I just asked you to film younger characters, not to film eighteen-year-old boys. An eighteen-year-old boy is as hard as a diamond. Are you implying that I didn't satisfy you?"
Cheng Jiamo: "Pah, shameless." She glared at him. "Be serious from now on. Don't say such dirty things in front of the children."
He Qingzhao laughed: "They don't understand."
Cheng Jiamo: "It's no good if you don't understand. If you get used to saying it now, you'll unconsciously say things like that later on."
He Qingzhao let go of the two children and let them crawl and play on their own.
He leaned back, propped himself up with his hands, and looked at her lazily: "Baby, you look so alluring right now, like a serious headmaster. I really want to rip your clothes off and do something naughty."
Cheng Jiamo rolled her eyes at him: "You really can't change your ways."
He Qingzhao grabbed her hand again: "Wife, don't be angry. I know what I'm doing. When they grow up, I definitely won't say anything like that in front of them."
Cheng Jiamo: "Okay, I understand. Let go of my hand, I'll go get the camera."
He Qingzhao didn't let go, and said in a serious tone, "They are only one year old, but your husband is already forty. I don't want them to have any regrets when they see these photos and videos twenty years from now."
Cheng Jiamo comforted him, "What regrets could there be? No, don't think that just because you're only forty, you'll be their father even if you're eighty. As long as you love them enough, they won't dislike you no matter how old or ugly you are. They are your children, and they love you more than you can imagine." After saying that, she reached out and tapped He Qingzhao's nose with her finger, "You, ever since you had children, you've become like a child yourself, so childish."
He Qingzhao curled one corner of his mouth and smiled roguishly: "You've spoiled me."
Cheng Jiamo didn't respond to him and turned to go to the storage room to get the camera.
She searched the entire room for the perfect angle to capture images of He Qingzhao holding the child, kissing the child, and playing with the child's toys.
When she finished taking photos and videos, the two children had exhausted their energy and were taken to the nursery by the nanny, where they quickly fell asleep.
Cheng Jiamo went into the study, sat down at the desk and continued reading, taking notes as she went.
He Qingzhao followed into the study, lounging lazily on the sofa and looking at Cheng Jiamo with a tender expression.
At first, Cheng Jiamo would try to shoo him away, but after a while, she got used to it and let him sit in the study and watch her, as long as he didn't make a sound and disturb her.
The child's first birthday party was still very grand, with gifts piled up like a small mountain.
After the two children turned one year old, they officially learned to walk and could walk a long distance independently without holding onto anything.
He Qingzhao has changed from her previous lazy attitude towards taking care of the child to being very enthusiastic about it. Firstly, she has genuinely fallen in love with taking care of the child, and secondly, she believes that only by taking good care of the child can she completely satisfy her personal desires.
Now he spends a lot of time with his child every day, and has even learned to braid his daughter's hair, but he braids it crookedly, with colorful rubber bands binding only a little bit of the hair tip, far from the scalp, and it comes undone with the slightest touch.
Cheng Jiamo looked at the hair he was tying for their daughter and laughed helplessly. She put her daughter in his arms, sat in front of him with her back to her daughter, and while combing and tying her daughter's hair, she taught him: "See? You have to tie it like this. It can't be too loose, or the elastic will fall off. Of course, it can't be too tight either, or your scalp will hurt."
He Qingzhao looked at the pink little dumpling in his arms with five little buns tied up. There was one bun on top of her head and two on each side of her head. Her hairline was tied so tightly that He Qingzhao frowned. He felt as if the colorful rubber bands were tied to his heart and tightened his heart.
He quickly and gently untied his daughter's little pigtails, saying as he did so, "Don't tie them like that, it hurts me to watch."
After taking off her little bun, He Qingzhao gently rubbed her daughter's soft hair and blew on it softly.
Looking at her daughter's soft and cuddly appearance, He Qingzhao's heart melted. She lowered her head and kissed her daughter's fair and tender face, then kissed her head.
Cheng Jiamo laughed: "I was careful when I pricked her, and the fact that she didn't cry means it didn't hurt."
He Qingzhao: "I won't do it anymore. I'll do it again when I'm older."
Cheng Jiamo sat down next to him, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder: "Husband, I love you."
He Qingzhao tilted his head and kissed her lips: "Husband loves you too."
-
He Qingzhao ordered two notebooks, one blue and one pink, with photos of the two children on the cover. He recorded the children's daily growth, such as who said a new word, who grew an extra baby tooth, and who soiled their pants. All of this was recorded in the notebook, along with a photo of the child.
Seeing that he was writing it like a diary, recording even the time, weather, and location in detail, Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "Don't record it if you wet your pants. The child will be unhappy when he sees it when he grows up."
He Qingzhao: "It's not for them to see, it's for us." He stroked the photos in the notebook and said gently, "When we're old, we can take it out and look back on our memories."
Seeing that he was very enthusiastic about doing this, Cheng Jiamo naturally wouldn't dampen his enthusiasm, which also saved her time.
In her final year of graduate school, she was busy writing her thesis, taking doctoral entrance exams, and participating in academic exchanges. She was so busy that she didn't have enough time to spend with her child.
Before I knew it, my child was three years old.
The two children were born on June 5th in the Gregorian calendar. When they started preschool in September, they were still very young, which means they were only three years and two months old.
He Qingzhao was reluctant to send his child to kindergarten. He felt the child was too young, and he was worried about him and couldn't bear to part with him.
Cheng Jiamo disagreed and insisted on sending the child to kindergarten.
On the way to kindergarten, Cheng Jiamo kept telling her two children about the fun things that happened there. Even though she had told them countless times before, she kept repeating them in order to make the children interested in kindergarten.
She put herself back in the role of a teacher and said with a gentle smile, "When you go to kindergarten, if you behave well, you will get a little red flower. If you collect ten little red flowers, you can get a candy."
He Qingzhao: "It's okay, you can get candy even without a little red flower. If you want candy, Daddy will buy you a whole box."
Cheng Jiaming's voice immediately changed, her tone becoming stern: "He Qingzhao, shut up!"
He Qingzhao, who was driving, awkwardly touched his nose and shut his mouth, not daring to say another word.
Cheng Jiamo softened her voice and continued, "Not only will there be little red flowers, but there will also be many other children. You can make new friends and play with many good friends every day. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
He Xing looked at Cheng Jiamo with bright eyes and said in a childish voice, "Mommy, I like kindergarten, and I really want to go to kindergarten."
He Cheng: "Me too."
When He Xing arrived at the kindergarten, she saw that there were indeed many children. She jumped and danced with joy, her peach blossom eyes curving into charming little crescents as she smiled.
"Mom, there are so many children, I really like kindergarten."
He Cheng didn't speak, but quietly observed the people around him.
Cheng Jiamo, holding He Xing's hand, quickly started chatting with the other parents.
He Xing also started chatting with a little girl, introducing themselves and sharing snacks.
He Qingzhao stood silently to the side, one hand in his pocket and the other holding He Cheng's hand. His aura was cold and powerful, and no one dared to speak to him.
He Cheng also put one hand in his pocket, his expression and movements were exactly the same as his.
The father and son, one big and one small, look almost identical, like they were copied and pasted.
After dropping both children off at their classrooms, Cheng Jiamo linked arms with He Qingzhao and they walked out of the kindergarten, chatting and laughing.
She had just stepped out of the kindergarten gate when a deafening cry came from behind her.
He Xing ran out crying, shouting, "Mommy, Daddy, I don't want to go to kindergarten anymore!"
He Cheng followed behind without crying or making a fuss, but his little brows were furrowed, and his expression was as serious as an adult's.
Hearing her daughter cry, Cheng Jiamo quickly turned around and hurriedly reached out her hand: "Baby, don't cry, Mommy's here."
He Xing ran crying to Cheng Jiamo, hugged her legs with her little hands, and sobbed pitifully, her childish voice trembling with tears: "Mommy, I don't want to go to kindergarten anymore."
Cheng Jiamo knelt down and hugged her, gently patting her back: "Okay, baby, don't cry, don't cry. Tell Mommy why you don't want to go to kindergarten anymore?"
After asking the question, she glanced at He Cheng.
He Cheng pursed his lips and remained silent, his face looking quite unpleasant.
He Xing cried and said, "I don't like kindergarten because there are no moms and dads."
He Qingzhao's heart broke when he saw his daughter crying. He quickly squatted down, picked her up, kissed her cheek, and gently stroked her fluffy head.
"Okay, baby, don't cry. If you don't want to go, then we won't."
Cheng Jiamo said gently, "Your dad and I aren't home all day. During the day, your dad goes to work and your mom goes to school. Your mom will also be working in the future, so we won't be able to spend the whole day with you."
He Xing pouted and said, "When Mom isn't home, my brother and I stay in Dad's office, and Dad keeps us company."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
Cheng Jiamo looked at He Qingzhao: "I'm usually not home, so you bring them to the company?"
He Qingzhao coughed and looked away guiltily.
He Xing then betrayed He Qingzhao: "Yes, Mom wasn't home, so Dad took us to his place. Lots of uncles and aunties played with us, and a pretty auntie even braided my hair."
Cheng Jiamo: "A pretty auntie?"
He Qingzhao hurriedly explained, "She is Zhong Qi's cousin, and she works as the manager of the administration and human resources department at the company."
He Xing hugged He Qingzhao's neck tightly and buried her face in He Qingzhao's shoulder: "Mom, I don't want to go to kindergarten anymore."
Cheng Jiamo shook her head: "No, every child has to go to kindergarten. Besides, today is the first day, you all have to go."
Cheng Jiamo looked at He Cheng and asked gently, "Da Bao, what about you? Do you want to go to kindergarten?"
He Cheng nodded: "Yes, Mom, I want to go."
Cheng Jiamo patted his head: "Good boy, take your sister inside."
At this moment, a teacher came out and looked at Cheng Jiamo nervously and helplessly: "I'm sorry, there are many children, I couldn't keep an eye on them, and my little sister ran out."
Cheng Jiamo, having been a teacher herself, understood the anxiety young teachers felt when facing parents. She smiled and reassured them, "It's alright, Teacher Bai, don't worry. I'll persuade the two children to go to school. You go ahead with your work."
Teacher Bai glanced at the imposing He Qingzhao again, feeling a strong sense of pressure. She didn't dare to look at him for long and quickly looked at the little girl in his arms, smiling as she said, "Xingxing, don't cry. Kindergarten is a lot of fun. There are lots of children to play games with you."
He Xing hugged He Qingzhao's neck tightly, turned his face, and buried his face in the crook of his neck again.
In the end, having no other choice, Cheng Jiamo could only let He Cheng go up first and bring He Xing back with her.
On the way back, Cheng Jiamo kept encouraging He Xing and told her again about the many benefits of going to kindergarten.
In the first week of kindergarten, children in the lower grades only attend half-day classes; they begin attending full-day classes in the second week.
Therefore, after lunch, He Qingzhao went to the school to pick up He Cheng.
Cheng Jiamo winked at her son, then pulled him to sit down beside her and started talking to him about going to kindergarten.
He Cheng, who was usually not very talkative, spoke a lot today, talking non-stop about kindergarten, and even laughed happily towards the end.
He Xing sat to the side listening with great interest, but many times he tried to interject but couldn't.
Seeing that the time was right, Cheng Jiamo turned to ask, "So, baby, are you willing to go to kindergarten tomorrow?"
He Xing nodded directly: "Yes, Mom, I want to go to kindergarten!"
The next day, Cheng Jiamo and He Qingzhao still took the two children to kindergarten together.
After leaving the school, the two didn't rush off. They stood outside for a few minutes, and when the child didn't come out, they were sure he wouldn't. They smiled at each other and left hand in hand.
On the third day, He Xing started crying and refusing to go again.
Cheng Jiamo, however, didn't tolerate her and forcibly sent her to kindergarten.
After leaving the kindergarten, Cheng Jiamo went to school and spent time reading and researching in the library. When she finished, it was already past 1:00, and she still had some time, so she decided to go to the company to find He Qingzhao and have lunch with him.
However, as soon as she reached the door of He Qingzhao's office, she heard He Xing's soft, sweet voice coming from inside.
Cheng Jiamo stood outside the door for a moment, suppressing her anger, and then pushed the door open with a smile.
Inside the room, the father and daughter, one big and one small, were both stunned.
Startled, He Xing hurriedly hid in He Qingzhao's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder like a quail.
Cheng Jiamo walked into the office and sat directly in He Qingzhao's office chair.
He Qingzhao, holding the child, stepped aside and looked at her with a smile: "Why didn't you call before you came, wife?"
Cheng Jiamo raised an eyebrow: "What, can't I come?"
He Qingzhao carried his daughter to the door, put her down, patted her head, and said gently, "Baby, go play by yourself for a while. Daddy and Mommy have something to talk about."
He Xing nodded his head heavily: "Okay."
Then she grabbed her newly bought Barbie doll and ran off.
He Qingzhao closed the door, walked behind the desk, propped himself up on the desk with one hand and the office chair with the other, and leaned down to look at Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo tapped her fingers on the table: "Speak, what's going on? It's not time for school to let out yet, why is my daughter in your office?"
He Qingzhao explained with a smile, "Erbao didn't want to go to kindergarten and called me crying."
Cheng Jiamo frowned immediately: "He Qingzhao, you can't spoil her like this."
He Qingzhao leaned in to kiss her.
Cheng Jiamo pushed his face away: "Stand still." Then she said, "Go and call He Xing back. I need to have a serious talk with her today. If this continues..."
He Qingzhao kissed her lips directly, silencing her.
Just then, He Xing pushed open the door, her eyes wide with curiosity: "Mom and Dad, what are you doing?"
Cheng Jiamo bit He Qingzhao's lip hard, drawing blood.
He Qingzhao smiled and licked the blood off his lips. He slowly straightened up, turned to look at He Xing, and said with a smile, "Dad is talking to your mom."
He Xing walked into the office, looked up at him, and asked, "Dad, why is your mouth sore?"
Cheng Jiamo stood up, walked out from behind her desk, and led He Xing to the lounge, where she lectured her for more than half an hour.
Stepping out of the lounge, Cheng Jiaming gave He Qingzhao a stern look: "This is a one-time exception. If I find out you've brought your daughter back from school again, He Qingzhao, you'll be moving out on your own."
He Qingzhao: "..."
The threat worked; afterwards, He Qingzhao indeed dared not go to the school to secretly bring her daughter to the office again.
Cheng Jiamo insisted on sending her two children to kindergarten. After half a month, He Xing stopped crying and even became the leader of the class, often leading several children to run around the playground in a disorganized and undisciplined manner.
Their homeroom teacher, Ms. Bai, called Cheng Jiamo and subtly told her about the incident. The gist of it was that He Xing was lively and active, couldn't sit still at all, and was very bold. He would go out whenever he wanted, and even bring others with him. They would run around the playground and wouldn't listen to the teachers at all, completely immersed in their own world.
Cheng Jiamo was troubled by this and talked about it with He Qingzhao when she went to bed that night.
"Whose personality do you think our daughter takes after?"
After satisfying his hunger, He Qingzhao said lazily, "Just like you."
Cheng Jiamo sat up abruptly: "Just like you! I was very quiet when I was little, Chengcheng's personality is just like mine."
He Qingzhao smiled indulgently, a slight curve to her lips: "Didn't you say our son looks like me?"
Cheng Jiamo: "I mean, he is as precocious and sensitive as you, as well as as deep and thoughtful as you, but as quiet as me."
He Qingzhao's smile deepened: "You make it sound like I'm very active."
Cheng Jiamo asked curiously, "Are you saying you weren't very active when you were little?"
He Qingzhao closed his eyes: "Who still remembers the almanac from decades ago? Nobody remembers."
It's not that I don't remember, it's that I don't want to talk about it.
He knew his parents were not getting along when he was three years old, and he could tell that He Rong'an didn't like him. Growing up in an environment without parental love, he couldn't be lively even if he wanted to, at least not in front of others.
Because his liveliness would be restricted, he could only be lively in secret from his parents.
Seeing his eyes tightly closed, Cheng Jiamo felt a pang of pain in her heart and hugged him, saying, "Husband, I love you."
He Qingzhao rolled over and pinned her down, kissing her neck: "Love is shown through actions, not words."
-
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Cheng Jiamo and He Qingzhao took their two children back to their old house to celebrate the holiday.
He Xing had a sweet tongue and greeted everyone as soon as he entered the courtyard.
"Great-grandmother".
"Grandma, Grandpa."
"Grandma, Grandpa."
"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Youngest Uncle."
She even waved to the little dog that Grandma He kept, making everyone laugh.
When everyone was chatting together, Cheng Jiamo mentioned that He Xing was disobedient in kindergarten and ran around the playground. She jokingly said, "I wonder who she takes after in terms of personality."
At this moment, He Zongxun glanced at her and said with a smile, "You look like my older brother, don't you?"
After the meal, Cheng Jiamo received a call from her supervisor and went outside to answer it.
After finishing the phone call, Cheng Jiamo was about to return to her room when He Zongxun walked over.
He Zongxun asked with a smile, "Is your sister-in-law very curious about your brother's personality when he was a child?"
Cheng Jiamo wasn't really that curious, and still replied with a smile, "I am a little curious, mainly because he was confined at a very young age, and I don't know what his true nature is like."
He Zongxun said, "You don't need to doubt it, He Xing's personality is just like his older brother's."
Then He Zongxun began to speak.
"My eldest brother was precocious and very smart. When he was three years old, he could tell that his second uncle and aunt were not getting along and that his second uncle was not treating his second aunt well. So at his second uncle's thirtieth birthday banquet, he recited a long congratulatory speech, which made his second uncle laugh heartily."
"Later, he was tied up by his second aunt and confined to the house, where he did nothing but study every day. But deep down, he was an active person and often did some adventurous things behind his second aunt's back."
"Since we were about the same age, I naturally became his playmate and did those things with him."
“I remember it very clearly. One summer vacation, when we were about seven or eight years old, we secretly went to play in the suburbs that afternoon. It was my older brother who encouraged me and took me there. We saw two dogs mating in the wheat field. I didn’t know what was going on at the time. I just saw the two dogs connected together, and the one in front was barking. I was so scared that I ran away as fast as I could.”
"The older brother was not afraid at all. Instead, he curiously went over and then found a stick. He hit the two dogs between them and separated them."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
Is it really that bad?
He Zongxun chuckled: "He's done even worse things than this. In short, he wasn't a well-behaved and quiet boy when he was young. He was more mischievous than me and a better fighter. Later, when I took the military academy entrance exam, it was he who encouraged me to take it."
Cheng Jiamo's lips twitched: "Looking at it this way, He Xing's personality is indeed like his, but his brain seems to be like mine."
Because she could clearly sense that He Xing was not as cunning as He Cheng, and when it came to playing mind games, He Xing was no match for He Cheng.
When He Cheng grows up, he will definitely be a truly refined and elegant person, but also a very cunning one.
He Qingzhao is a fake gentleman; his actual personality is not like that at all, and he even has a roguish streak.
He Zongxun said, "Daughters' personalities tend to resemble their fathers', while sons generally resemble their mothers'."
Cheng Jiamo asked jokingly, "Could it be that He Xing's grandmother also has the same personality as He Qingzhao?"
He Zongxun laughed: "I don't know about that, but my mother said that my second aunt has always been gentle and quiet. I guess my eldest brother's personality comes from my second uncle. The saying that sons resemble their mothers is not always true; some sons resemble their fathers."
After the two finished speaking, Cheng Jiamo walked back, but when she passed the garden, she saw He Xing crying in He Qingzhao's arms.
Thinking something had happened, she rushed over, only to find that He Qingzhao's eyes were also red and filled with tears.
Cheng Jiamo asked worriedly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
He Zongxun frowned and asked, "What's wrong, brother?"
He Qingzhao didn't say anything, but just hugged his daughter tightly and gently stroked her fluffy head with his big hand.
Cheng Jiamo became even more worried. She walked to He Qingzhao's side and looked at He Xing gently: "Baby, why are you crying? Tell Mommy what happened?"
He Xing sobbed, looked up at Cheng Jiamo, and said aggrievedly, "Dad is so pitiful."
Cheng Jiamo frowned: "Why do you say that?"
He Xing's voice was soft and tearful: "When Dad was little, he couldn't play. He did his homework in the house every day. His dog was also lost. Dad didn't have any friends."
Cheng Jiamo forced a stiff smile: "Who told you that?"
He Xing pouted: "I heard Grandma and Grandma talking. They praised my brother for being like Dad. They said that my brother is just like Dad when he was a child. He is calm, smart and loves to learn."
After saying that, He Xing put her hands on her hips and said, "But no child likes to study, and neither does my brother. He doesn't even read storybooks; he just plays with toys. He just doesn't like to talk."
He Xing reached out and hugged He Qingzhao's neck again, nuzzling his face against He Qingzhao's.
"Dad must have been forced to study, but even though he studied so hard, Grandma still lost his dog and his cat. Dad is so pitiful, and I feel so sorry for him."
As she spoke, she started crying again, her sobs becoming loud and muffled.
He Qingzhao laughed out loud while holding his daughter, his eyes reddening with laughter. He hugged her even tighter, as if he were holding a rare treasure.
He Zongxun left without saying a word.
Cheng Jiamo never expected that her daughter, who usually seemed so boisterous, would be so smart and sensible.
She reached out and hugged her daughter, then stood on tiptoe and kissed He Qingzhao's face.
"Okay, baby, stop crying. When you cry, Daddy cries too."
He Qingzhao smiled through her red eyes: "Baby, don't cry. It hurts Daddy when you cry. Do you want Daddy to feel bad?"
He Xing shook his head: "Baby doesn't want Daddy to feel bad."
He Qingzhao kissed her cheek: "Baby, promise Daddy you won't be sad because of this. Daddy is not pitiful. Daddy has your mother and you. Daddy is very happy and blessed."
He Xing wiped her tears and snot on him and obediently agreed, "Okay, baby won't be sad."
He Qingzhao put her down and patted her braid: "Good girl, go play with your brother."
As soon as He Xing left, He Qingzhao hugged Cheng Jiamo and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Cheng Jiamo reached out and hugged his head, smiling as she said, "Okay, stop crying."
He Qingzhao's voice was hoarse: "Thank you, wife."
Cheng Jiamo laughed: "What are you thanking me for? Why are you being so polite with me?"
He Qingzhao chuckled softly, "Thank you, my wife, for giving me He Cheng and He Xing."
Cheng Jiamo asked with a smile, "Didn't you say you didn't want children?"
He Qingzhao picked her up in one go: "I miss you so much."
Cheng Jiamo gently patted his shoulder: "Put me down, or someone will see us."
He Qingzhao: "So what if I saw it? Do I have to hide it when I hug my own wife?"
The sound of children's laughter came from behind her. Cheng Jiamo turned around and saw two children running up to her, each hugging one of He Qingzhao's legs.
He Xing rubbed her face with her little hands: "Shy, shame, shame, Mommy is so big and you still want to hug me."
Cheng Jiamo glared at He Qingzhao: "Put me down right now."
He Qingzhao wouldn't let go, he hugged Cheng Jiamo with one hand, bent down and picked up He Xing as well, holding his wife in one arm and his daughter in the other.
He Cheng: "...I'm superfluous."
After saying that, he snorted and turned to leave.
Cheng Jiamo slapped He Qingzhao: "It's all your fault. Put me down and go hold our son."
He Qingzhao: "Son, you are a man, a real man, you can't let anyone hold you anymore."
He Cheng stretched out his small hand and waved: "...Don't worry, I won't pull out your oxygen tube in the future."
He Qingzhao: "You brat, you stop right there!"
Cheng Jiamo pinched He Qingzhao's arm, quickly slid off him, and ran after He Cheng: "Dabao, don't listen to your dad's nonsense."
He Cheng turned around and said something even more shocking: "You said I'm a real man and can't be held anymore. But you're forty years old and you're still breastfeeding."
He Qingzhao: "..."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Cheng looked up at her with a serious expression and said, "I saw you eating Mommy's..."
Cheng Jiamo covered his mouth, picked him up, and quickly walked to He Qingzhao: "Explain to him yourself."
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