"You can sleep in Gangzi's room."
"You can sleep in Gangzi's room."
"..."
Wen Qing's voice reached Ji Yanjun's ears one by one. Ji Yanjun resisted strongly. As he resisted, he suddenly felt a coolness on his arm. Ji Yanjun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately opened his eyes. Then he saw a chubby little dumpling standing by the bed. The little dumpling had a fair and tender face and was extremely cute.
"Daddy, Daddy," the little boy called softly, as if afraid of disturbing someone's sleep.
"Hengheng?"
"dad."
Ji Yanjun looked around, then at Wen Qing, who was fast asleep beside him. Qingqing… He leaned over and kissed her. The warm, real feeling brought him back to his senses, and he realized that he had just been dreaming, dreaming about things from his past life, things that were true in his past life.
"Dad!" Hengheng's voice rose slightly.
Ji Yanjun turned around at the sound and saw Hengheng still standing by the bed, wearing a bright red bib with a chubby baby embroidered on it, just like him. The baby's arms and legs were as thin as lotus roots, white and tender, and very cute. "Hmm, why are you up so early? Aren't you going to sleep?"
"Um, um... no, it's because I wet the bed..."
Ji Yanjun: "A lot of pee?"
"There's a huge puddle, the bed is soaked, I...I...I can't sleep."
One, one, a huge blister... Ji Yanjun's lips twitched a few times as he threw back the covers and got out of bed: "Come on, I'll go with you to take a look."
When we got to Hengheng's room, we saw that half of the bed was wet.
Hengheng explained from the side, "Dad, I had a dream. I dreamt that I went to catch crabs with my uncle, and then I fell into the river. The river water was so cold, and then I wet the bed, and then I woke up."
Ji Yanjun looked down at him: "What do we do now?"
Hengheng scratched his head with his little hand: "Let it dry here, and I'll sleep with you and Mommy."
"Can it be air-dried?" Ji Yanjun asked.
"Yes, I dried the bed myself last time I wet it," Hengheng said.
Ji Yanjun: "...Next time you pee, you should air out your own blankets."
"Okay, then I'll go sleep in your bed." Hengheng ran happily to the master bedroom, plopped down on the bed with a thud.
"I'm afraid of disturbing Mom," Ji Yanjun said in the nursery.
Hengheng immediately tiptoed onto the bed, slipped into Wen Qing's arms like an eel, and snuggled close to her, calling out in a childish voice, "Mommy, Mommy!"
Wen Qing had just finished her exams yesterday and had also made a trip to the county town, so she was very tired and was sleeping soundly. Hengheng did not wake her up.
"Don't shout." Ji Yanjun walked over, pulled back the covers, and lay down on the bed: "Let Mom sleep."
As soon as Ji Yanjun got into bed, Hengheng crawled out of Wen Qing's arms and snuggled up to Ji Yanjun, calling out in a sweet, childish voice, "Daddy."
Ji Yanjun took Wen Qing's hand from under the covers and closed his eyes.
"Dad." Hengheng's dark eyes sparkled, clearly not sleepy at all: "Dad."
"Mm," Ji Yanjun replied with his eyes closed.
"Dad, I can't sleep."
"Hmm, do you want to chat?" Ever since Hengheng could speak in complete sentences, he has especially loved chatting with people, especially his parents, and he always has a happy smile on his face when he chats with them.
"Um."
"Go ahead and tell me."
Hengheng's chubby little hands clung to Ji Yanjun's arm. The soft, round arms made Ji Yanjun's heart melt. Ji Yanjun smiled slightly, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Hengheng.
Hengheng sighed, and like a little adult, he said in a childish voice, "Daddy, I don't want to grow up to be six years old."
"Why?" Ji Yanjun asked.
"Hmm, hmm... I dreamt last night that when I was six years old, I lost all my teeth. I couldn't even chew braised pork anymore, and I was starving. So I ate a lot this morning."
Ji Yanjun squinted at him and said, "It's alright, you're still young. You're only three and a half years old, so don't be afraid."
"But, but, in my dream, I suddenly became six years old."
"Dreams should not be taken seriously."
"Then, the day before yesterday I had a dream that you hit me, and then when I woke up, you hit me." Hengheng looked at Ji Yanjun with a wronged expression, as if to tell him that dreams can come true.
Ji Yanjun's head throbbed. He turned to the side and looked at Hengheng: "Ji Hengheng."
"dad."
"How can you have so many dreams at such a young age?"
Hengheng paused for a moment and asked, "Dad, am I not allowed to dream at such a young age?"
This left Ji Yanjun speechless.
"Dad," Hengheng called again.
Ji Yanjun closed his eyes.
"Daddy." Hengheng reached out her chubby little hand and poked Ji Yanjun's chin.
"sleep."
"Daddy." The little chubby hand poked again.
"sleep!"
"dad."
"..."
"dad."
"..."
"Alright then, I'll go to sleep too." Hengheng obediently closed his eyes. Ji Yanjun squinted at the chubby little boy for a long time. Seeing that he was fast asleep, he straightened his slumped little body and placed him between himself and Wen Qing. He kissed his chubby cheeks and thought to himself that this chubby little boy was a chatterbox when he was happy, but didn't say a word when he was unhappy. Who did he take after? Ji Yanjun thought about it and realized that Wen Qing seemed to be willing to talk about anything when he was happy, but not utter a sound when he was unhappy.
Ji Yanjun looked at Wen Qing, and couldn't help but recall the various events in his dream, or perhaps the happy times of his previous life, and the unpleasantness that followed. Feeling pity, he reached out and gently stroked Wen Qing's fair face, leaned forward and kissed her softly, whispering, "Qingqing..."
Wen Qing woke up to the enticing aroma of porridge. With the exams over and the holiday just around the corner, she felt refreshed. She turned to look at the living room but didn't see Ji Yanjun and Hengheng. Then she heard Hengheng's voice, a clear, childlike voice that was still a little unclear: "Daddy, Grandma's house is so nice!"
Ji Yanjun: "Hmm."
"Grandma's house had a black and white TV. My little uncle, Da Dao, Xiao Dao, Er Hu Zi, and the others would move their stools together to watch 'Shanghai Bund.' It was so cool!"
Ji Yanjun: "..."
"Waves rush! Waves flow!" Hengheng sang in the kitchen.
Wen Qing couldn't help but laugh on the bed. This little Hengheng, he really learns everything he sees.
"Dad, have you ever seen Guo Jing? The one who knows the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Dad, look at me, I'll show you! Hohohohaha, bang! With just these two moves, all the masters are dead!"
Ji Yanjun: "..."
Wen Qing couldn't help but laugh, clutching her stomach. She put on her shoes and walked into the kitchen. As soon as she entered, she saw Xiao Hengheng, who was tugging at Ji Yanjun's apron with her chubby little hand and talking to him with her head held high.
"Dad, let's go to Grandma's house today. I miss Grandma," Hengheng said in a clear voice.
"You want to hang out with Xiaodao and Erpao, right?" Wen Qing interjected.
Ji Yanjun and Hengheng turned their heads together upon hearing the sound, and both father and son were stunned when they saw Wen Qing.
Just as Ji Yanjun was about to step forward, Hengheng shouted, "Mom!" and nimbly pounced on Wen Qing, hugging her leg and being picked up by Wen Qing.
"Mom, you're awake?" Hengheng affectionately hugged Wenqing's neck and rubbed his chubby face against Wenqing's, making Wenqing laugh heartily.
Ji Yanjun was initially a little jealous when he saw Wen Qing preoccupied with his son, but now that he saw Wen Qing smiling so happily, her white little teeth looking incredibly charming, he felt happy too. So he let Wen Qing hold Hengheng and ignore him, while he stood in front of the stove making steamed buns.
With a "pop," Wen Qing leaned in and kissed him on the cheek: "Honey, you've worked hard."
Hengheng leaned over and kissed Ji Yanjun on the face: "Honey, you've worked hard."
"Nonsense," Ji Yanjun rebuked Hengheng lightly.
Hengheng immediately nestled on Wen Qing's shoulder to avoid Ji Yanjun, while Ji Yanjun leaned over and bit Wen Qing's lip, which Wen Qing laughed and pushed away.
Ji Yanjun said with a smile, "Don't hug him, he's so heavy."
"Okay, I'll hold it for a while and then put it down."
"Okay, go wash your hands again, then I'll steam some buns and we can have breakfast. After breakfast, shall we go to Shuiwan Village?"
Wen Qing was delighted to hear that they were going to Shuiwan Village. First, Shuiwan Village was a large place where Hengheng could run around and had many friends. Second, Wen Qing could spend more time with Yao Shiling, who loved lively gatherings. Third, Ji Yanjun could also take care of his own personal matters or visit the Ji family.
Wen Qing immediately nodded: "Okay."
After dinner, Ji Yanjun washed the dishes, then took out the small cloth bag that Wen Qing had made for Hengheng and handed it to Hengheng, saying, "Pack your things when we go to Grandma's house later."
"Dad, I want to bring all the marbles, the slingshot, and the water gun."
"Don't forget your clothes. Take your time packing. I'll come and check them in a bit."
"Okay." Hengheng dragged the cloth bag into her room and started looking around for equipment to take with her.
Ji Yanjun walked towards the master bedroom and saw Wen Qing folding clothes with her back to him. He stepped forward, locked the door behind him, and then slowly put his arm around her waist: "Qingqing."
"Hurry up and pack." Wen Qing had barely finished speaking when she felt Ji Yanjun's burning kiss on her neck. She struggled and said, "Yanjun, you..."
Ji Yanjun gave her no chance to resist, pinning her to the bed, turning her over, and squeezing his body between her legs, kissing her as he undressed her.
"Heng..."
"The little guy is looking for a marble."
"I……"
"You've been holding back for a week, with exams and Qingming Festival both on your mind." Ji Yanjun had already taken off her shirt, and Wen Qing quickly called out, "Window..."
Ji Yanjun turned his head and saw that the curtains were wide open. He smiled and picked Wen Qing up in one swift motion. Wen Qing instinctively wrapped her legs around his strong waist, and to prevent herself from slipping off, her arms involuntarily encircled his neck: "Yanjun..."
"Wife, hold me tight." He cupped Wen Qing's buttocks with one hand and supported the back of her head with the other, kissing her fiercely. When they reached the window, he quickly drew the curtains, pressed her against the blank wall, and placed his large hand on her chest. A tingling sensation shot up from her lower abdomen, and Wen Qing immediately let out a soft cry.
Ji Yanjun grinned mischievously: "Qingqing, do you like this position?"
"Shut up."
Ji Yanjun's kiss then came to her chest, gently biting one of her nipples, and she immediately cried out.
"Wife, keep calling out. Do you like this?" Ji Yanjun's voice was weak and panting, but his body was as strong as steel, firmly holding her down.
Wen Qing felt as if her whole body was on fire or in a glacial area. She couldn't describe the feeling, but it made her sink deeper and deeper into despair.
"Wife, do you love me?" Ji Yanjun asked.
"You, you, hurry up."
"Can't hold back anymore?" Ji Yanjun's hand had already pulled aside her panties and was fiddling with them inside. "Tell me, do you want me?" Ji Yanjun whispered seductively in her ear.
Wen Qing, panting, said, "I want you."
"Who wants it?" Ji Yanjun asked.
"I."
Who do you want?
"I want you."
“I’ve told you everything, including my husband.”
Wen Qing felt like crying from his teasing. Hearing the sound of him hurriedly taking off his pants was incredibly seductive. She gasped, "Husband, I want you."
As soon as he finished speaking, she heard a "rip" sound, as if something was being torn apart. Then he forcefully entered her, and for about ten seconds, she couldn't even scream.
She had barely come to her senses when he thrust into her violently. She cried out and clung to him tightly, her two slender legs swaying at his waist, alluring and captivating.
"Qingqing, wife, should we go for a stronger touch?"
"Be gentle, hurry up."
Ji Yanjun sped up, and Wen Qing screamed, "I told you to hurry up and finish!"
Ji Yanjun's muscular physique was covered in beads of sweat, making him appear exceptionally powerful. He kissed and sucked her sexy collarbone even more frantically, saying, "Say something nice to me, coax me."
Wen Qing couldn't take it anymore. Ji Yanjun was too strong. She had already had sex twice, but he hadn't even had one.
"Yanjun, I..." Wen Qing's voice was so seductive it was almost dripping with water, making Ji Yanjun's whole body go weak. Just then, Hengheng's little voice came from outside the door: "Daddy, I'm all ready! Daddy!"
"Hengheng is here!" Wen Qing's nervousness made Ji Yanjun feel an unprecedented tightness. Almost instantly, he thrust into Wen Qing with all his might, then kissed her fiercely. At the same time, his whole body tensed up, and he released, collapsing limply onto Wen Qing.
"Mom! Dad! Open the door! Let's go to Grandma's! Don't sleep!" Hengheng shouted from outside.
Wen Qing blushed deeply.
Ji Yanjun laughed, then held Wen Qing in his arms and lay down on the bed. He pressed down on her and gently kissed her round little shoulders, saying with a helpless smile, "This little one is an invincible rival in love."
Wen Qing had no strength to speak at all.
"Dad, what are you doing? What time is it? We're going to Grandma's house, have you forgotten?" Hengheng stood at the door of the master bedroom and called out to the door, "Dad."
After calming himself down for a moment, Ji Yanjun asked, "Did you pack your shoes?"
"Dad, I pretended!"
"Where are your sandals?"
"No."
"I didn't try to pretend anymore."
"good."
A little while later, Hengheng came over and knocked on the door again: "Dad, I've finished installing it."
"Did you pack the small towels?"
"No."
"Go to the bathroom and pack the towels too."
"good."
After Hengheng casually packed sandals, a small towel, a large towel, scented soap, and a small ball, he ran to the door and said, "Dad, I can't pack anymore."
Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing then got dressed. Ji Yanjun went to open the door, and Hengheng, with his chubby little hands, grabbed his small cloth bag and said, "Dad, Mom, let's go."
"Wait a minute, I haven't finished packing yet," Ji Yanjun said.
Hengheng dragged her small cloth bag into the room, standing next to Wen Qing, leaning against the edge of the bed and waiting. She watched her father take the suitcase and bags, open the cabinet and drawers, and then turned to say, "Mom, Dad is so slow, can you go help him?"
Wen Qing's legs were weak and trembling at this moment.
“No need, Dad will do it himself.” After saying that, Ji Yanjun winked at Wen Qing. Wen Qing glared at him, but Ji Yanjun was secretly pleased.
Due to her son's request, Wen Qing had no choice but to stand up, steady herself, and start looking for a change of clothes.
Hengheng urged from the edge of the bed, "Dad, hurry up. Mom, hurry up! Oh dear, I've already tidied up, but you haven't, Dad, Mom."
Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing kept moving back and forth between the rooms, carrying clothes, gifts, and even the leftover vegetables and meat from the past few days.
"Yanjun, did you bring the five apples from the fridge too?"
"Okay, Qingqing, here's another tray of eggs. Will they be spoiled by the time I come back to eat them?"
"Then take it with you."
"good."
"Oh, right, there's a set of clothes on the sewing machine for my mom and dad, take them with you."
"good."
"..." The couple packed their things in a relaxed manner, without any rush.
Hengheng turned over, lay on the bed, and held her chubby little hands in her chubby face, looking utterly dejected.
Author's Note: Hmm... I've been thinking, I'll write about the first time you wanted to see the first time driving, and how Old Ji lived his first life. The main story won't follow your wishes, but I'll try my best to satisfy you in the side stories, since you're all such beautiful girls, hehehe.
Also, I'll write out a timeline for the side stories (that way I'll find it easier to follow), and there will be interludes or something. I'll indicate in the synopsis which characters are featured. Mwah, love you all!
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