About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed, just as Su Qinghe was about to fall asleep, Ling Feng suddenly spoke.
“He is your eldest son, so I think you should be the one to name him.”
Su Qinghe snapped out of her daze and gave a soft "hmm." "Then think of a nickname for him."
After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes again.
Ling Feng remained silent, obediently continuing to let his thoughts wander.
The night passed, during which he was fed twice. Ling Feng was in so much pain that he didn't sleep much. It wasn't until after dinner the next day that Su Qinghe gave him painkillers, and he finally got a good night's sleep.
A month has passed in the blink of an eye, and according to custom, it's time to hold a full-month celebration.
Su Wang and Su Le had held a similar event before, and Su Qinghe only invited some close friends to her residence. This time, the same thing happened again.
Within a month, Ling Feng was able to get out of bed and move around. He was a martial artist, and even though his injuries hadn't fully healed, he looked no different from an ordinary person.
The name of Su Qinghe's eldest son has also been chosen: Su Wangyou. After thinking about his nickname Lingfeng all night, they finally decided on Xiaopang (Little Fatty).
The reason is simple: when the babies were born, Su Wangyou was the heaviest.
After the banquet, the family, who rarely gather together, took a walk around the lake in the backyard. Among them were three strollers, which Su Qinghe had made based on modern baby strollers, making them the most convenient for Ling Feng.
Su Wang and Su Le have been pregnant for two months now, and they keep babbling all day long, and their strength has increased.
The group chatted and played with the children along the way, enjoying the scenery, and before they knew it, it was completely dark.
They were almost at the intersection when the men turned back, but Ling Feng was stopped by Su Qinghe.
"What's wrong... my wife?" Ling Feng asked somewhat awkwardly.
Su Qinghe has spent almost half of the past month with him. He feels it's not right to keep calling her by her name, and he's been forcing himself to change how he addresses her lately.
Su Qinghe moved closer to him and looked down at Ling Cheng in the stroller.
"The news of your daughter's birth has already been sent back to the inner chambers. Have they made any arrangements? As the future heir, shouldn't she learn more about the inner chambers from a young age?"
Su Qinghe stretched out a finger and waved it above Ling Cheng, watching her curiously reach out to grab it.
Su Wangyou, who was lying in the same car as Ling Cheng, was fast asleep.
Hearing that this was her question, Ling Feng tightened his grip, his voice steady.
“Ling Cheng is still young. Her mother said she will take him to school when he is old enough to start learning. That will be the perfect time for him to learn.”
Speaking of sending Ling Cheng away, Ling Feng felt a little reluctant, after all, he had to live a good life with Su Qinghe and wouldn't go back with her.
At school age? According to the rules here, that's around five years old. It's not too early, but she never expected this little guy to stay with her for five years. Her initial plan was only for a year.
Su Qinghe frowned slightly; feelings deepen over time.
"Why didn't your mother take you in and raise you from a young age?" she asked slowly.
Seeing that Su Qinghe showed no reluctance, Ling Feng felt a little down, but still answered truthfully.
"Firstly, there was no trustworthy wet nurse by my mother's side, and secondly, there were safety concerns."
"Although Qiu Shan has been depressed since you injured her, Mother will not be at ease as long as she is in the Pavilion. She has many people in the Pavilion, and we do not know exactly who has pledged allegiance to her, so we cannot guard against them everywhere."
"So it's safer outside."
"Oh." Su Qinghe nodded. "But I'm afraid she'll be reluctant to leave when she's older, and she'll keep asking to come back every day."
Ling Feng hardened his heart, his tone cold and hard. "It's alright, I'll explain it to her later. I'll have Xiao Ying stay by her side, so she'll have someone she knows."
"After all, she will be taking over the Seven Kill Pavilion in the future, so she can't be a pushover. It's good to toughen her up."
"Besides... she can come back for the New Year. It's not like the relationship has completely broken down, since her mother and father are here."
Speaking of his mother, he looked down at Su Qinghe, who was still teasing Ling Cheng, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping to get a response from Su Qinghe.
Noticing the intense gaze above her, Su Qinghe looked up at him, smiled, and nodded. "Then I'm relieved."
Seeing that she still cared, Ling Feng felt a little better and gave a slight smile. "She will always be your daughter, don't worry."
Ling Feng's sudden melancholy made Su Qinghe feel a little uncomfortable. She comforted him for a few moments and then quickly changed the subject.
The two parted ways in an open space between several mansions. Ling Feng returned to Qianfeng Garden with Xiao Ying by his side, while Su Qinghe went to Feihong Pavilion instead.
I have to go with Qin Ange tonight. Qin Anmin asked her several times, both openly and subtly, at the banquet today: When will Qin Ange get pregnant?
Su Qinghe's reply at the time was: There have been a lot of births in the family recently, and we can't take care of everything.
Qin Anmin immediately rolled his eyes at him and retorted, "No matter how many children you have, they can't compare to mine. I already have three husbands who are pregnant with my children."
In her mind, that was an honor! Su Qinghe was just pretending!
Su Qinghe felt embarrassed and didn't bother arguing with her.
However, she really didn't plan to give the Pregnancy Fruit to Ji Qingyu and Qin Ange recently; the seamless transition was tiring for her.
Lost in thought, Su Qinghe entered the house shortly afterward. Qin Ange had already washed up and was waiting for her, grinning happily as she saw her.
He was never shy about such things, and Su Qinghe was happy to do so. Many new experiences were first shared with him, and he accepted them well.
Su Qinghe walked to the bedside, and Qin Ange quickly pushed her inside.
"My lady, hurry up and go wash; the water has been prepared long ago."
Seeing his excited expression and eager look, Su Qinghe had a sudden idea. She grabbed his hand that was on her waist and pulled it hard.
Qin Ange let out a loud shout and was pulled out of bed.
Su Qinghe reached out and scooped the person up in her arms.
She lowered her head and kissed his forehead, her eyes smiling, "You accompany your wife to take another bath."
This position made Qin Ange's face turn bright red. He kicked his legs weakly. "I...I've already washed, soaking it any longer will make my skin swell..."
"It's alright, it feels even better that way." Su Qinghe carried Qin Ange and strode towards the screen, showing no intention of letting her go.
"But...but..." Qin Ange stammered, trying to find a reason, and felt a surge of panic as she got closer and closer to the bathtub.
Ever since Su Qinghe did that to him in the bathtub... that was the way he couldn't stand it the most!
Ignoring the man's pleas for mercy, Su Qinghe skillfully unbuttoned his nightgown, and soon Qin Ange's slightly flushed skin was revealed.
"Your older sister said today that she wants you to have a baby soon. Although I won't be giving you pregnancy-enhancing fruits recently, I can still meet your needs in other ways..."
Su Qinghe chuckled softly, and under Qin Ange's flustered gaze, she grabbed him and stepped into the bathtub.
"My wife..."
The sound of Qin Ange's sobbing and the splashing of water filled the inner room.
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