When the little brat couldn't wake her up, he started scratching Jiang Qingyan, kicking him with his little feet with surprising force.
Jiang Qingyan initially agreed to let the child sleep between the two of them because Nanzhi said that this would make the child feel safe.
But while the child is conceived, Jiang Qingyan is about to lose it.
He gets kicked awake by this stinky baby around 5 a.m. every morning and has to get up to make formula despite his sleepiness.
Nanzhi had considered having a nanny take care of the child, but she wasn't comfortable with that. So, Jiang Qingyan took over the childcare himself so that she could get some more sleep.
But this kid is still closest to Nanzhi. Many times when he wants to hug him, he ignores his father. Instead, Nanzhi just reaches out and hugs him.
That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Jiang Qingyan hasn't cuddled his wife to sleep in a long time.
His relationship with his wife is becoming increasingly strained.
That day, after leaving the brat with Da Ju, he hugged Nan Zhi, who was practicing yoga.
"What are you doing?" Nanzhi brushed his hand away. "Don't disturb my yoga practice."
"Honey, I want to train with you."
Nanzhi looked at his serious eyes, raised an eyebrow, and then found him a pair of yoga pants.
"Here, put them on and let's practice together."
Jiang Qingyan glanced at the yoga pants, wondering if they could fit into his arms, and then at Nanzhi, who was looking at him expectantly as she waited for him to put them on.
He held her waist: "Yoga doesn't necessarily require wearing pants."
He hooked his hand around her pants and pulled them down: "Wife, want to try a different way of training?"
Nan Zhi immediately understood and grabbed his hand, gritting her teeth: "I haven't taken a shower yet."
"I'll help my wife wash."
Nanzhi was carried into the bathroom, where she spent the entire afternoon bathing.
Finally, she didn't eat dinner and fell asleep from exhaustion.
Jiang Qingyan, finally able to hold his wife while sleeping, hugged her from behind with satisfaction.
"Honey, have you fallen in love with me?"
Nanzhi wanted to say she didn't love him, but as soon as she uttered the word "no," his hand started to grope her again.
Feeling weak all over, Nan Zhi had no choice but to say, "I love you, I love you to death."
There was no more noise behind them.
As she drifted off to sleep, she heard a gentle voice in her ear.
"Wife, I love you very much too."
...
The child was named Jiang Yanshu, as Nanzhi hoped he would grow up to be a cultured and steady boy. However, at only one year old, he was already incredibly mischievous.
During the day he's a very cute little guy, but at night when he goes to sleep, he crawls around and rummages through everything.
His favorite things were grabbing Nanzhi's hair and sitting on Jiang Qingyan's face.
Jiang Qingyan was so angry that he picked him up and spanked him, but instead of being afraid, he just kept laughing.
When Jiang Yanshu was three years old, Nanzhi discovered something extraordinary.
Xiao Yanshu was already very handsome at the age of three, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that always seemed to smile at everyone he looked at.
Besides reading, he also enjoys hanging out with girls.
From kindergarten onwards, he would often take Nanzhi's gold bracelet and give it to girls, and they would reciprocate with Barbie dolls, handwritten newspapers, lollipops, and other small trinkets.
Although he's only in the middle class, his room is already filled with all sorts of gadgets.
Once, when Nanzhi asked who had given them all, he answered correctly for all of them.
"This was given by Liu Zihan, this was given by Chen Yiyi, this was given by Li Yueyao..."
Jiang Qingyan frowned: "Did all the girls in the kindergarten give you gifts?"
Xiao Yanshu shook her head: "Dad, it's not just Qinghe Kindergarten, there's also Tongxing Kindergarten next door."
Jiang Qingyan had a headache: "Why do you accept so many gifts from girls?"
Xiao Yanshu smiled shyly: "Dad, I'll be sad if I don't accept their gifts."
Jiang Qingyan: ...
He finally understood who Xiao Yanshu had inherited her genes from.
Nan Zhi was happily pleased with her son's success when she looked up and saw Jiang Qingyan's somewhat resentful gaze.
She felt a little guilty and looked away, not daring to look at him.
To my surprise, as soon as I looked away, I saw a male college student in his early twenties walking by.
The college student was fair-skinned and looked very youthful and sunny. She was stunned for a moment, staring at the college student walking towards her without blinking.
Before he could get his fill of looking, a large hand grabbed the back of his neck.
"Honey, is it pretty?"
"Okay... not good-looking, not good-looking at all. You are much more handsome than me. My husband is the most handsome person in the world."
Jiang Qingyan snorted coldly and remained silent.
Nanzhi thought he had calmed down, but little did she know that she would be met with "torture" that night.
Life went on like this, ordinary yet extraordinary.
Nanzhi accompanied Jiang Qingyan through a perfect life.
During this time, the Jiang family would often come to visit Jiang Qingyan, but Jiang Qingyan would always avoid them, and even when they did meet, he would be distant and aloof.
Jiang's parents died of remorse, never receiving Jiang Qingyan's forgiveness.
The damage has been done, and no amount of repair can mend the broken mirror.
For some unknown reason, Jiang Jiashu never married.
Nanzhi accompanied Jiang Qingyan for fifty years, and spent her final days in his arms.
The curve representing life was still fluctuating, and the white-haired man put his arm around her shoulder, looking at her with tender eyes.
His aged hand stroked her face, and he asked with a smile, "Wife, will we have a next life?"
Nan Zhi's eyelids twitched, but she did not answer.
"Honey, I believe we will have it."
There was no response in the silent ward.
The girl had closed her eyes and died peacefully.
Jiang Qingyan took out a pill from his clothes.
The couple's children have grown up, married, and had children of their own.
Jiang Yanshu stopped him: "Dad, don't..."
"Don't stop me, or I won't be able to catch up with your mother."
Jiang Yanshu had no choice but to let go, watching him calmly swallow the sleeping pills.
Jiang Qingyan closed his eyes and gently embraced his girl as they drifted off to sleep.
Although Jiang Yanshu was somewhat popular with girls when he was young, he inherited Jiang Qingyan's devotion to his wife and treated her extremely well.
His wife and Nam Gyi were closer than even their own daughter, so she was very saddened to see them pass away.
Jiang Yanshu embraced his wife, who was weeping beside him, and comforted her, "Don't be sad. Mom and Dad had a very good relationship. They didn't leave; they've just gone to pursue their own happiness."
"Let's go, let's go and get the paperwork done for them."
The two left the ward hand in hand.
Nan Zhi's consciousness floated in mid-air, watching Jiang Qingyan take the sleeping pills and die with her.
For some reason, my heart aches.
She turned and left.
Unbeknownst to her, after she left, Jiang Jiashu, still seventy-five years old and alone, came to her bedside.
He first expressed his remorse to Jiang Qingyan, then reached out his withered and haggard hand and touched the southern branch from afar.
"Nanzhi, I'm sorry..."
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Happy birthday to my adorable little one who loves me! May your life be filled with starlight and a bright future. Mwah, my love!
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