Wen Qing faced him directly and said playfully, "I'll show you, I'll show you."
Ji Yanjun stopped looking and kissed her lips directly.
"You!" Wen Qing said, annoyed.
Ji Yanjun laughed: "Actually, I haven't kissed enough."
Wen Qing was rarely shy. In the past, she was always the one to take the initiative with Ji Yanjun. Now that it was Ji Yanjun's turn to take the initiative, a sweet shyness often welled up in her heart. It didn't feel like marriage, but more like being in love.
"Dad, Mom, hurry up!" the little guy Hengheng urged again.
“Let’s go, our son can’t wait any longer,” Ji Yanjun said.
Wen Qing nodded.
Ji Yanjun put his arm around Wen Qing and walked steadily toward the car.
Soon, the family arrived at Shuiwan Village. Yao Shiling rushed over to greet Wen Qing: "Are you tired? Are you cold? Are you hungry? Are you feeling heavy?"
Wen Qing laughed: "Mom, you're even more talkative than Hengheng."
Yao Shiling laughed and then asked, "Where's Hengheng?"
"As soon as I got out of the car, I called out to my grandma and then ran off to play with Xiaodao, Erpao, and Lele."
"Let them play, kids love snow. Wen Qing, Yan Jun, come on, let's go inside and warm up." Yao Shiling pulled Wen Qing along, while Ji Yan Jun looked after them from the side.
The snow was still falling, and Shuiwan Village was covered in a thick white blanket of snow, which contrasted beautifully with the blue sky, creating a pure, crisp, and breathtaking scene.
In the vast expanse of white snow, several children wearing new coats ran around, shouting joyfully.
"Hengheng, come over here!"
"Little Knife, there are icicles here, behind your house, there are so many of them!"
"Haha, Hengheng fell in the snow and we can't see him anymore."
A group of children played and laughed freely in the snow until firecrackers went off in the village. At the calls of their parents, the children skipped and jumped back to their respective homes and called to their mothers.
"Mom! Mom!" Hengheng excitedly ran back from outside the yard.
"Hey, Hengheng, Mom is in the main room."
Hengheng went straight to the main room.
Wen Qing was sitting at the table shelling peanuts, walnuts, and melon seeds. There was a small stove next to her, and the room was warm and cozy.
"Mom." Hengheng ran in and jumped on Wenqing, but he didn't dare to really jump. Instead, he ran to Wenqing's big belly, gently hugged it, and whispered with his mouth close to her belly, "Little sister, the snow outside is so thick. I fell down so many times. When you come out, I'll take you to play and I won't let you fall."
Wen Qing smiled and brushed the snow off him, asking, "Are you cold?"
"I'm not cold, I'm actually hot, but, Mom, I'm hungry."
"The food isn't ready yet, have some peanuts to tide you over." Wen Qing hugged Hengheng and peeled peanuts for him.
He opened his little mouth and started munching away, his little hand touching a peanut as he said, "Mommy, I'll peel it, I'll peel the peanut, you eat it." He used his teeth to bite the peanut shell, making a small crack, and then squeezed the little flesh as hard as he could. If he couldn't break it, he would bite it with his mouth. When Hengheng handed a peanut to Wenqing's lips, it was covered in clear saliva.
Wen Qing: "......"
"Mommy, you eat," Hengheng said in his childish voice.
Wipe your drool.
Hengheng rubbed the peanuts on his clothes and handed them back to Wen Qing: "Mom, you eat."
Wen Qing was speechless, but she couldn't bear to disappoint her son's filial piety, so she leaned forward and bit into a peanut: "Thank you, son."
You're welcome, Mom.
Wen Qing cupped his chubby little face and kissed him. Heng Heng also cupped Wen Qing's face and kissed her back. The mother and son were very affectionate.
"Alright, alright, stop being so cute, it's time to eat." Yao Shiling smiled as she came in with bowls and chopsticks, followed by Wen Liang, Wen Peng, and Ji Yanjun.
Soon, steaming dishes were laid out on the table, and a small pot of mutton sat on the stove. The family happily gathered around to eat, but Ji Yanjun would occasionally forbid Wen Qing from eating this dish or that dish, slightly dampening Wen Qing's spirits.
Wen Qing glared at him, feigning anger. He smiled and took her hand under the table, whispering, "Honey, be good, don't eat random things. If you want something to eat, I'll make it for you when we get home."
Wen Qing appeared angry, but felt sweet inside, especially when Ji Yanjun was squeezing her hand under the table.
Before they had finished eating, Xiaodao, Erpao, and Lele called out from outside the yard, "Hengheng, Hengheng, have you finished eating? We're going to see Biepaozhang first."
Upon hearing this, Hengheng grabbed a pig's trotter from the table and ran off, saying, "I'm done eating, wait for me, wait for me!" Hengheng ate as she ran outside.
"Hengheng, let's finish eating before we go play," Wen Qing called out.
Hengheng has already run far away.
Yao Shiling said with a smile, "Let him play. It's good for boys to be a little mischievous."
Ji Yanjun nodded, then stared at her stomach and said, "He went to play, and there's this too."
In the evening, after warming up the bed, Ji Yanjun pulled Wen Qing into bed, stroked her belly and said, "This is still the best, it doesn't cause any trouble."
"Who said that? He kicks me during the day too, just not as often as Hengheng," Wen Qing said.
“Daughter!” Ji Yanjun said.
Wen Qing looked at him and asked, "What if it's another boy?"
"My mom says it's a girl." Wen Qing had only just started showing her pregnancy, and Liang Wenhua kept saying it was a girl. It must be a girl. A boy and a girl, and a flower—how wonderful!
Wen Qing secretly curled her lip.
"Qingqing." Ji Yanjun then moved closer to Wen Qing.
"What are you doing?"
"I've noticed that you're especially beautiful during this pregnancy." It was indeed true. Whether it was the effect of pregnancy or happiness, Wen Qing's femininity was becoming stronger and stronger, and every move she made had an alluring charm. Ji Yanjun would often look at her and couldn't help but kiss her, kissing her fair face, her red lips, her slender neck, and her high breasts.
At this moment, Ji Yanjun did the same. Wen Qing had just let out a groan when Yao Shiling's voice came: "Wen Qing, take care of yourself. It's cold, cover yourself up warmly, don't catch a cold."
Ji Yanjun immediately stopped.
Wen Qing replied shyly, "Okay, I understand, Mom. You and Hengheng should go to bed early."
Yao Shiling smiled and said, "Okay, I know. Go to sleep." Yao Shiling then left. Wen Qing turned and glared at Ji Yanjun: "It's all your fault!"
"Hmm, it's my fault." Ji Yanjun mischievously grabbed Wen Qing's hand and kissed it, then guided her hand down to his body.
Wen Qing immediately touched that shameless big thing.
"Wife," Ji Yanjun called out, his voice suppressed.
Wen Qing buried her face in his chest, her hands moving.
"Wife, hurry up, it'll be quick."
"Qingqing, I love you."
"Wife, a little harder."
"......."
The next morning at breakfast, Yao Shiling said, "Wenqing, you're quite far along in your pregnancy, and it's not easy for you to move around."
"Yes, you seem quite heavy," Wen Qing said.
Yao Shiling turned to Ji Yanjun and said, "Yanjun, you've been quite busy lately, taking care of Wenqing and Hengheng. Why don't you let them stay in Shuiwan Village for a while? I'll take good care of her so you don't get too tired."
Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing blushed simultaneously. It must be because she helped Ji Yanjun with *that* last night, and it lasted a long time. Their mother heard it and was worried that they might hurt the child because they didn't know their own strength, especially since Ji Yanjun was very tall.
“Okay! Mom and I are at Grandma’s house. Dad, come pick us up when you’re done with your work.” Hengheng stated his position first.
Wen Qing was unwilling to separate from Ji Yanjun.
Ji Yanjun was also unwilling, not even for a day: "Mom, I won't do it until Wen Qing's postpartum period is over."
"Cough!" Wen Qing choked on a mouthful of soup, and Ji Yanjun quickly helped her catch her breath.
Yao Shiling's lips twitched.
After the meal, Yao Shiling pulled Ji Yanjun aside and said, "Pregnancy is very hard for women."
"Yes, Mom, you're right." Ji Yanjun looked like a dutiful son who upheld the five virtues, four principles, and three loves.
"We can't let her get tired."
"Yes, yes, Mom, you're right," Ji Yanjun replied with a smile.
Yao Shiling was afraid that the man would lose control of his sexual desires and hurt Wen Qing. However, it was not easy to say this openly. It was possible to do it, but there had to be a limit. However, Ji Yanjun was tall, handsome, and extraordinary, and he liked Wen Qing so much. Wen Qing also liked him. If he couldn't control himself... it was better not to do it.
Yao Shiling didn't know what to say, so she let Ji Yanjun take Wen Qing home. Hengheng, on the other hand, kept saying he wanted to play in the snow in Shuiwan Village, but this time he didn't even stay a day.
After Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun returned home.
Wen Qing asked, "What did Mom say to you?"
"Don't tire yourself out."
"Anything else?"
"It's gone."
That's it?
"Well, I've summarized what my mother-in-law meant."
"What do you mean?"
“You were adopted,” Ji Yanjun said.
Wen Qing felt ashamed.
Ji Yanjun said, "Otherwise, I should have told you this in a subtle way, but my mother-in-law told me. This shows that I am your biological son, and you were adopted." After reaching this conclusion, Ji Yanjun felt very pleased. This showed that his mother-in-law did not consider him an outsider.
"Get out of here." Wen Qing glared at him and turned to walk towards the bedroom.
Ji Yanjun followed up: "Wife, wife, don't sleep yet, let me wash your feet before you sleep."
But Wen Qing had already kicked off her shoes and was lying on the bed. Ji Yanjun went to the bathroom to get warm water, went to the bedroom to take off Wen Qing's socks, and skillfully massaged her feet and legs while soaking them. After cleaning her up, he put on a pair of sleeping socks before holding her tightly in the quilt and covering her with the blanket.
"Yanjun." Wen Qing hugged his neck, opened her eyes, and looked at Ji Yanjun tenderly.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?" Ji Yanjun asked gently.
Wen Qing whispered, "I love you so much."
Ji Yanjun was stunned, then his eyes reddened. Ever since he was reborn, he had been particularly prone to crying; he would cry whenever Wen Qing was in pain or injured.
At this moment, Wen Qing confessed her feelings to him, and he cried again.
Wen Qing kissed his long eyelashes and said with a smile, "My darling, you've cried again. Don't cry, I'll always love you." Wen Qing then kissed Ji Yanjun's other eye.
"I'll stop crying if you kiss both eyes twice." Ji Yanjun acted like a shameless rascal.
With a "pfft," Wen Qing was amused by Ji Yanjun's adorable appearance.
"What are you laughing at?" Ji Yanjun asked, displeased.
"Honey, you're so cute."
"Then will you kiss me a couple of times?"
Wen Qing smiled without saying a word, indicating that they were not close.
Ji Yanjun grinned mischievously and suddenly tickled the sole of her foot: "Want to kiss? Want to kiss?"
"Kiss, kiss, I want a kiss!" Wen Qing pleaded loudly, "Stop scratching me!"
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