Wen Jiaojiao's cheeks were flushed.
"Stop messing around, go out and find a lactation consultant now."
Wen Zhaoye did not do as instructed, but instead sat on the stool by the bed with a shy expression.
Just then, the faint sound of a child crying came from outside the door.
He said matter-of-factly, "The baby is hungry now. It would take too long to find a lactation consultant. I can help you express milk, which is much faster."
Wen Jiaojiao stared at him with a stiff expression.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Wen Zhaoye figured out her temperament after spending so many days together and did as she wished.
Wen Jiaojiao's breasts, already swollen like rocks, were now in even greater pain.
"Are you sure you can do it? If not, you should just find a lactation consultant."
Wen Zhaoye remained silent for a moment, then stood up, his handsome face flushed, and said:
"This saves us the money for a lactation consultant."
Wen Jiaojiao felt much better. She covered herself with her clothes and said with amusement:
"You know how to manage a household well."
Wen Zhaoye poured hot water into the basin, added a new towel, wrung it out, and said:
"Lift it up again, and I'll wipe it for you. Otherwise, it won't be good for feeding the baby later."
Wen Jiaojiao wasn't sure if he was looking out for his own benefit or genuinely thinking about the child.
However, he was right, so we could only lift it up and let him wipe it clean carefully.
Wen Zhaoye then covered her with her clothes, pulled up the blanket, went outside, carried the girl in, and placed her beside her.
"We haven't decided on any names for our child yet."
The couple had chosen three names for boys and three names for girls during the pregnancy, but now there are two boys and one girl, completely disrupting their original plan.
Wen Jiaojiao said as she breastfed the baby:
"Let's name the girl Wen Bao'er, and the boy's surnames will be Jiang and Wen, respectively."
Jiang Peitian, standing outside the door, heard a resounding refusal:
"That won't do. The boys must all have the surname Jiang. The eldest will be named Jiang Chengjin, which means 'a bright future,' and the second will be named Jiang Zhanhong, which means 'to realize one's ambitions.' That's perfect."
Just as Wen Zhaoye was about to refuse, Wen Xiaojian spoke up:
"These are good names. Let's use these two. Anyway, Zhaoye and Bao'er's surname is Wen, so I'm content."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at Wen Jiaojiao:
"Wife, should we call her that?"
Wen Jiaojiao chuckled softly:
"It sounds much better than the names we used, Jiang Chen and Jiang Xi."
After finishing her milk, Wen Bao'er yawned and then fell asleep with her little mouth tucked in.
The soft, warm light streamed through the clean glass window and fell upon Wen Jiaojiao, radiating a maternal glow. Her eyes crinkled slightly as she whispered:
"Bring those two children in so I can see them."
Wen Zhaoye walked out the door and called the two of them in. Jiang Peitian had originally prepared a large red envelope for Wen Jiaojiao.
But considering that Wen Xiaojian had just spoken up to help him decide on the child's surname, if he gave it to Wen Xiaojian, it would embarrass him.
He abandoned his plan, placed the child on Wen Jiaojiao's other side, and discussed it with her:
"I might as well keep Jiang Chengjin by my side from now on. I'll definitely teach him in the future..."
"You raised him to be disrespectful to his parents and neglectful of his wife and children, but he knows all about eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, right?"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoye bluntly expressed his true thoughts.
Wen Jiaojiao laughed as her wound ached.
Jiang Peitian's face was grim. After glaring at Wen Zhaoye, he turned his gaze back to the child.
Sons are all here to seek revenge. I only have one son, but he has two. He'll be worse off than me in the future.
Wen Zhaoye didn't let it go:
"Silence means you're admitting it, right?"
Jiang Peitian said with a displeased expression:
"At least I'm successful in my career. If you follow me, I'll train you to be a career-oriented man, instead of someone like you who just cries and calls out 'Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao'."
Wen Zhaoye's face flushed red, and he turned his face to one side without saying a word.
Wen Jiaojiao laughed until her shoulders trembled, both aching and unable to stop herself from laughing:
"Can you please stop talking? My incision is hurting from laughing."
Jiang Peitian: "Let's discuss this. Since you can't possibly look after all these kids, why don't I help raise one of them?"
"No need, I still hope that my child will grow up to be like his father."
In Wen Jiaojiao's heart, this was the highest form of recognition for her husband.
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye's lips curved into a wide smile.
Jiang Peitian: "By the way, I'm about to have someone start construction on the ancestral hall. Do you want to join? Of course, it's fine if you don't want to."
Wen Zhaoye readily agreed:
"If you're going to take her in, bring Jiaojiao along too. Although we don't know if there will be an afterlife, she went through the hardship of raising children, so it's only right that she be worshipped by them after she dies."
Jiang Peitian had an idea and said:
"Then your surname is completely out of place with the four characters of the Jiang Clan Ancestral Hall."
Wen Jiaojiao said:
"Let's stick with the surname Wen. I feel it's unlucky for him to change his surname."
Jiang Peitian remained silent. Although this was against the rules, rules are rules, but people are flexible.
He's his own son, the father of his own grandson; there's no reason for him to refuse because of this.
With his eyebrows raised, he had children and grandchildren, and his career was thriving. For the first time, he felt that his life had reached its peak and was fulfilling.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at her other two sons. Although she couldn't see their faces, their skin was like glutinous rice balls and they had double eyelids, so they would definitely not be ugly in the future.
Just then, the doctor and nurses came over and said:
"Miss Jiang, we need to press your abdomen here to prevent the wound from sticking together."
The group was dismissed, and the doctor drew the curtain. Wen Zhaoye stood outside and heard Wen Jiaojiao's suppressed groans of pain, his eyes slightly reddening.
Fortunately, the doctor quickly and decisively pressed a few times, then hurriedly left with the nurse.
Wen Jiaojiao's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat from the pain, and her already pale face, due to blood loss, turned even paler.
"This hurts even more than being on the operating table."
Wen Zhaoye sat beside her, holding her hand, his gaze gentle as he said:
"Wife, you've suffered the pain of childbirth now, but the future storms will be weathered by you and the baby."
Wen Jiaojiao tugged at the corners of her lips and comforted her:
"Which woman doesn't give birth? Just get through these few days and you'll be fine."
The mist in Wen Zhaoye's eyes blurred his vision:
“You are different from them. You were born for me, so I should naturally understand the difficulties you have faced.”
Hearing such heartwarming words, Wen Jiaojiao felt as if all the pain she had just experienced had vanished.
She smiled slightly and said, "With a husband like this, I have no other desires in this life."
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