On the day Princess Xiao Li was born, heavy snow fell from the sky.
All the relatives of the Xiao and Chu families, as well as everyone from the manor, were present.
Chu Liyue has excellent physical condition and did not need a cesarean section; her delivery was exceptionally smooth.
However, this matter also led to two farcical situations.
Firstly, Lu Zhufeng, the godfather of the little princess before she was even born, was afraid that there might be an accident during her birth. He couldn't trust anyone else, except for Lin Qingyi. The elegant Ye Jinyu forced him to become a gynecologist.
The other was that the biological father, Xiao Wujie, was pacing anxiously outside the operating room. Chu Liyue knew he was scared, so she didn't even hold the child. She quickly came out of the operating room and held him to comfort him for half an hour.
Xiao Li.
The name is derived from one character each from the parents' names, symbolizing the fruit of Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue's love.
Her personality is like snow in winter—born aloof, proud, and independent. At a young age, she never cries or makes a fuss, and she rarely laughs even when others try to amuse her. She is a mini version of Chu Liyue.
Her cheap godfather, Lu Zhufeng, loved to make funny faces and coax her in a high-pitched voice like a pervert, which is why she disliked him the most.
Even Lu Zhufeng, who is 188 cm tall and can kill a bull with one punch, often leans on the cradle and says sentimentally, "Little baby, why do you look at your godfather the same way you look at your sentimental dad?"
“When you were born, your mother was only focused on comforting your father and forgot about you in the delivery room. It was your godfather who brought you out. When you were hungry, your godfather fed you milk, and when you wet yourself, your godfather changed your diapers. You can’t treat your godfather like that.”
He wanted to reach out and pinch Xiao Li's delicate pink cheeks, but Yun Mo's disdainful voice sounded from behind him:
“Eunuch Lu, your voice sounds like you’re missing an organ, and your fingers are as thick as files. Don’t scare your junior sister.”
Lu Zhufeng raised an eyebrow and made a gesture as if to pull out his belt, as if to invite him to eat his belt.
Yun Mo scoffed and raised the milk jug in his hand. "It's time for Junior Sister's mealtime."
From the moment Xiao Li was born, she was treated like a princess, a precious jewel held in the palm of everyone's hand.
Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan would fly over from Lingnan every few days, holding him in their arms and refusing to let go.
The godfather, Lu Zhufeng, is the chief steward, directing a group of nannies and cooks to look after the little princess.
Senior Brother Yunmo is the personal lactation consultant, responsible for preparing and feeding milk.
Lu Zhufeng carefully lifted Xiao Li out of the crib, and Yun Mo carefully put the pacifier into Xiao Li's mouth.
Xiao Li, wrapped in breast milk, narrowed her icy, glass-like eyes, her delicate white feet dangling gently, radiating an indescribable sense of contentment and ease.
Lu Zhufeng smiled kindly, lowered his head and stretched his face, which was full of unspeakable laughter, toward Xiao Li, just to make the little princess smile.
As a result, Xiao Li frowned, turned her face to the side, and continued to suck on her pacifier, refusing to look at him.
Undeterred, Lu Zhufeng leaned closer again, "Little darling, look carefully, I'm your godfather."
Xiao Li turned her face to the other side.
Yunmo, holding the baby bottle, said with disdain, "Old Lu, Junior Sister doesn't like you, why are you still trying to be nice to her?"
Lu Zhufeng blinked blankly, then suddenly patted Xiao Li's bottom lightly, "It's hot."
Yun Mo was speechless. Before he could say anything, Xiao Li in Lu Zhufeng's arms began to struggle violently. She stopped using the pacifier and kicked and thrashed about with her little hands and legs.
Lu Zhufeng panicked and hugged the little princess tightly, afraid that she would fall. But the tighter he hugged her, the more Xiao Li struggled.
"Let me do it." A gentle voice came, and Lin Qingyi, dressed in a dark cheongsam, reached out and took Xiao Li from Lu Zhufeng's arms.
She hugged Xiao Li and shook her, a gentle and beautiful smile on her face. Xiao Li visibly relaxed her struggles and chuckled softly.
Xiao Li has one godfather but two godmothers: one is her godfather's spouse, Ai Ruoman, and the other is Lin Qingyi.
She has a cold personality, and no matter how others try to make her laugh, she rarely smiles. Only Lin Qingyi seems to have a natural affinity for her godmother. She rarely gets close to others, but she is very willing to get close to her godmother.
Just then, Chu Liyue, dressed in a black nightgown with her long hair loose, glanced at the scene, her eyes flickered slightly, and then she carried the tray upstairs.
The room was somewhat dim, so Chu Liyue drew back the curtains to let the sunlight in.
The warm, golden sunlight shone on Xiao Wujie's perfect face. His brows furrowed slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled as he opened his eyes in a daze.
He reached out and touched nothing, then instinctively called out softly, "Sister."
Chu Liyue sat down on the edge of the bed and placed her hand in his, "Here."
Xiao Wujie grabbed Chu Liyue's hand and placed it on his heart. Sleepy-eyed, he snuggled into her arms, his pajamas loosening and falling to his shoulders, revealing his fair and delicate skin.
He buried his face in Chu Liyue's chest, which had grown a cup size since her pregnancy, and rubbed against her sleepily, murmuring softly:
"Sister, where's the baby...?"
Chu Liyue pinched his slightly cool skin affectionately, patting him gently as if to coax him: "Downstairs, Lu Zhufeng and Lin Qingyi are watching."
Xiao Wujie wrapped his arms around her waist, nestled in her arms, his eyes half-closed, his voice muffled:
"Oh, that's good."
A group of people were vying to help take care of the children, but when he wanted to, he had to wait in line.
The advantage is that he can enjoy more time alone with his sister.
Chu Liyue hugged him for a while, then gently patted his shoulder, "Alright, be good, it's time to get up."
"Go wash up, breakfast is served to you, it will get cold if you don't eat it soon."
Xiao Wujie obediently got up and washed, then ate breakfast at the table with elegant manners, his gaze fixed on Chu Liyue, and asked:
"Sister, aren't you going to eat something?"
In the hazy light, Chu Liyue, dressed in a form-fitting yoga outfit, gracefully stretched her arms and gently bent her slender waist, outlining a mesmerizingly beautiful figure.
She stood with her legs spread wide, her supple waist curving into a crescent moon. Hearing this, she turned her head to look at Xiao Wujie, her long hair flowing smoothly down, a smile playing on her lips, her beauty almost unreal.
"I'll just have some vegetable juice, you just eat."
During her pregnancy, she drank a lot of nourishing soups made by Luo Yilan and Bai Jingxuan, and gained a lot of weight.
Once her pregnancy was over, she started high-intensity exercise and training, and her figure has basically returned to its original state.
Xiao Wujie peeled the hard-boiled egg bit by bit, his eyes fixed on the beautiful scenery that only he could appreciate.
He felt incredibly happy.
My sister already had a great figure and was very flexible. She also doted on him and spoiled him, satisfying his every whim, no matter what position he preferred.
During Chu Liyue's pregnancy, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he insisted on not having any deep conversations with her.
Looking at this magnificent scene now, I feel a restless, cat-like excitement in my heart.
He put down his chopsticks, walked to Chu Liyue, knelt on the floor, nestled into her arms, and stroked her legs encased in sharkskin pants. His pink lips traced down her slender neck to her delicate and alluring collarbone, his voice low and tinged with desire:
"Sister, I'm hungry~"
Their bodies stiffened slightly as they tasted the sweetness of each other's flesh. Chu Liyue gripped Xiao Wujie's lean waist tightly, her breath slightly ragged, and suddenly lifted him up by the waist, pulling the curtains shut.
"I'll feed you well today."
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