Wen Xue carefully observed Eleven's face from all angles. From the front, he did look exactly like Zhan Jingting, but from the side, he didn't look quite the same. He seemed to have a bit of Qiao Wanwan's shadow!
Wen Xue felt like she was going crazy. Eleven was someone she had worked so hard to give birth to. She had a difficult childbirth that almost cost her her life. How could she possibly look like Qiao Wanwan!
She closed her eyes and hugged Eleven tightly.
Perhaps it was because Eleven liked Qiao Wanwan too much that she was a little jealous, which is why she overthought things.
......
When Qiao Wanwan returned to her room that evening, Zhan Jingting was already in bed.
She went to the bathroom to wash up and quickly lay down next to him. "Wen Xue went back after putting Eleven to bed."
The man, who was reading a book, said calmly, "You don't need to tell me about this kind of thing."
Qiao Wanwan chuckled, "Then what kind of things would I need to tell you?"
"It's your business."
Qiao Wanwan felt a sweet warmth in her heart. "What could possibly be wrong with me?"
She suddenly remembered something, her face turning slightly red. "There is indeed something... my period is over."
Zhan Jingting chuckled softly, "I know."
Qiao Wanwan said softly, "You haven't been in the mood these past few days because of the National Day holiday."
"Wanwan, that's not how it is."
Qiao Wanwan cast a questioning look at her.
"I'm worried you'll get tired," Zhan Jingting said truthfully. "You've been working very hard taking care of Eleven."
Qiao Wanwan pursed her lips, mustered her courage, and took the initiative to kiss him.
The kiss was like a thunderbolt striking the earth; the two quickly and passionately embraced, and the temperature in the master bedroom slowly rose.
Qiao Wanwan felt a chill run through her body, and her shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.
She closed her eyes, having mentally prepared herself.
But the next second, the man on top of her suddenly stopped, rolled over and lay down to the side, breathing heavily.
Qiao Wanwan slowly opened her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Not today."
"......Why?"
"Wanwan." Zhan Jingting turned around and gently hugged her. "I don't plan to have any more children."
Qiao Wanwan was taken aback. "Why?"
Zhan Jingting remained silent.
Qiao Wanwan suddenly realized, "You're afraid that if we have a child, it will inherit your disease like Eleven, right?"
"Yes." The man readily admitted, "Giving birth to a sick child will cause pain not only for him, but also for you. I don't want you to suffer like that."
Qiao Wanwan's heart suddenly ached. "Jingting, don't think like that..."
“Wanwan, this isn’t something that won’t happen if you don’t want to.” Zhan Jingting’s voice was suppressed and hoarse. “I was desperate to have a child with you before, to have the fruit of our love, but that day, when I saw Eleven collapse and fall ill, I suddenly came to my senses.”
“I’m thinking, if Eleven were our child, would your pain be doubled? The answer is yes, you would be in pain, and I would go crazy, so Wanwan, I can’t gamble.”
Qiao Wanwan hugged him tightly. "Okay, let's not think about having children for now. After I cure you and Eleven's illnesses and break this curse, we'll have another baby, okay?"
"Wanwan, I'm sorry..." The man buried his face in her neck. "Marrying me is too unfair to you."
“I don’t think so,” Qiao Wanwan said, her voice choked with emotion. “I’m very happy. How can it be unfair for a woman who married for love?”
"Wanwan..." Zhan Jingting had a thousand words to say, but they were all stuck in his throat.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Qiao Wanwan kissed his cheek. "Go to sleep."
"good."
After turning off the lights, both of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and neither of them slept well.
......
The next day.
Wen Xue arrived at Wutong Bay around noon, carrying an exquisite gift box. "Madam Zhan, I know you love cheongsams, so I specially asked a master craftsman to make one for you. Please try it on."
Ruan Wanyi glanced at it and liked it very much. "Wen Xue, you have a good eye. The cheongsam is very beautiful."
"Then please try it. If it's not suitable, I'll send it back for modification."
"good."
Ruan Wanyi changed into a cheongsam and was very satisfied. "Very good."
"You have such a graceful demeanor; you're perfect for wearing a cheongsam."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony and will accept it."
“You are Eleven’s grandmother, it is only right for me to be filial to you, there is no need to be so polite.” Wen Xue looked around, “Where did Miss Qiao go? I wanted to buy her a gift, but I don’t know what she likes, so I wanted to ask her first.”
"She went to register for school," Ruan Wanyi said with dissatisfaction. "It's just registration, why does Jingting insist on going with her? Is she that delicate?"
Wen Xue smiled and said, "It's normal for newlyweds to be inseparable."
"This is abnormal. Jing Ting has always been aloof. When has he ever been so attentive to a woman? Qiao Wanwan must have some tricks up her sleeve to keep Jing Ting completely under her control..."
"Mom." A man's low, cold voice suddenly came from the doorway, "If I hear you say anything bad about Wanwan again, you'd better leave Wutong Bay and never set foot here again."
Ruan Wanyi chuckled awkwardly, "Jingting, you're back? Mom was just joking. Why did you come back alone? Where's Qiao Wanwan?"
"She went to the hospital."
"You went to see her sister, right? Look, isn't Mom's cheongsam beautiful? Wen Xue had it custom-made."
Zhan Jingting said, "Aunt Zheng, transfer the money to her according to the market price."
Zheng Ma nodded, "Yes."
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