Li Qingqing seemed to see a hint of anger on his face, but she felt a little confused. This man shouldn't be so petty, right?
“Tuantuan always cries at night, and you have to work during the day. In order not to disturb you, it's better for me to sleep with the child. If there's anything you're not satisfied with in this house, just let me know. I'll buy you anything that's necessary.”
Anyway, Duan Huaichuan would just pretend to be asleep no matter what happened. His bad habits were deeply ingrained in his bones. Even if the child cried at night, he wouldn't come to help. Rather than having such an annoying person in front of you, it's better to just not see him.
At least it can be guaranteed that Duan Huaichuan won't cause trouble at night.
Besides, she'd be more comfortable sleeping in that big bed by herself.
After arriving in the capital, she finally had a place of her own, so even though the house wasn't very big, she worked hard to make every brick and tile of the house a better place for her.
He stared in disbelief at the clean new bed. All the colors Li Qingqing had chosen were solid, completely different from the delicate floral patterns in her own room.
Duan Huaichuan was somewhat unwilling to admit it, but he also had a vague feeling that his wife was disliking him.
Song Zhaodi was still sewing bibs in the room. Tuantuan had already fallen asleep before Li Qingqing left, and had been sleeping for quite a while now.
Duan Huaichuan put down what he was holding, trying hard to ignore the slight imbalance in his heart.
Perhaps Li Qingqing was not used to life in the capital, or perhaps it was because there were other people in her family; in any case, her reaction today was not from her true feelings.
He was even more unwilling to admit that Li Qingqing actually disliked him.
Especially when he thought about how his wife, who used to be gentle and considerate and deeply loved him, had become much colder when he opened his eyes in the hospital after his illness, Duan Huaichuan felt a sudden sense of panic.
He looked around the house. The living room wasn't very big, with only a table and sofas on either side. But he was still young, and if he was lucky enough to get a promotion, he might get a better apartment.
That's fine too; too much of a good thing is bad.
He was about to go into the room to check on Tuantuan when Li Qingqing grabbed his arm. "The child is in a period of heightened awareness recently. He will wake up if a stranger gets close. Wait until he wakes up before you go over."
These words were like a knife, piercing Duan Huaichuan's heart.
He is the child's biological father, so how did he become a stranger?
But he never managed to ask those questions.
To be honest, he had never held the child once since the child was born, and he couldn't even remember what the child looked like, not even as well as he remembered Zhong Yun'er's child.
He made a decision in his heart: he must treat both children equally and never mistreat either of them.
Seeing that he hadn't made a move yet, Li Qingqing turned around and whispered, "I still have things to do here. If it's convenient for you, just make a list for me if you need anything. Sister Song is here, so don't worry about the child being left unattended. I'll buy it today."
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