Chapter 681
Seeing the thumbprint on the form, Ye Xingguang expressed his helplessness, “Alright. As long as I don’t need to give birth myself. So, we’re going with the first plan, or the second one?”
Seeing the leaflet, which ensured she didn’t have to give birth, carry a child for ten months, destroy her figure, or even interrupt her work to have a baby, Ye Xingguang became quite interested. If having a baby was so simple, who wouldn’t want one?
“First method.”
It’s not as if he lacked the capability to impregnate her, so why would they need the second option?
Ye Junqing was extremely confident in his own abilities. He decided to abstain from alcohol, staying up late, and any unhealthy habits for the upcoming months. He was determined to ensure their child would be of superior genes and upbringing, and planned to be home every night on time to try and conceive a baby with his little mermaid.
Ye Xingguang looked up and saw the wolfish gleam in Ye Junqing’s profound eyes.
For no apparent reason, he shivered.
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At dinner, the entire family gathered. The most cherished one was the little Ye Qinghan. Tilting his head, he looked at Ye Junqing who had swapped alcohol for tea, blinking his curious eyes, “Little Jun, are you sick?”
“No.” Ye Junqing raised his tea as if paying tribute, toasting his father-in-law.
“Then why aren’t you drinking alcohol?”
“So I can make a little brother for you.”
Little Ye Qinghan grunted, “A little sister.”
“A little brother.” Ye Junqing was behaving like a four-year-old himself.
Ye Qinghan stretched his small arm across the table, and picked out a red chili pepper for Ye Xingguang, “Xing, you should eat more spicy food because… Grandma said sour for boys, spicy for girls, and the previous treasure loved to eat sour plums.”
Ye Xingguang’s eyes lit up, “Thank you, I like the idea of a little sister.”
At these words, Bai Peiluan got excited, “Xingguang, Junqing, are you planning to have a baby?”
Ye Xingguang blushed and said nothing, only popped the red chili pepper that little Qinghan had put into her bowl into her mouth. Sour for boys, spicy for girls. If they had a beautiful little mermaid, she could take her daughter to the pool for a swim in the future.
Her silence was a tacit admission, Bai Peiluan’s smile widened, “That’s wonderful, eat up, don’t eat spicy food, eat fish, it’s good for the brain. Let me tell you, when I was pregnant, I…”
Bai Peiluan started her story, “After the baby’s born, I can help you look after him, Lan Wu, let’s raise them together.”
On hearing about looking after children, Bai Lanwu remembered her daughter who died at an early age. Her eyes filled with sorrow as she recalled how not long after her daughter’s birth, the doctors had diagnosed her with infantile cholestasis. By three months old, she had developed cirrhosis, and had passed away by eight months.
Song Chuanqi noticed his wife’s expression. He held her hand, felt its chill, and asked Ye Xingguang, “Could you get a coat for your mother? It’s getting chilly in the evenings.”
“Okay.” Ye Xingguang got up right away.
Bai Lanwu, recovering from her melancholy, stopped Ye Xingguang, “I’m not cold, don’t bother.”
Still, Ye Xingguang went to get a coat and draped it over Bai Lanwu’s shoulders. She playfully hugged Bai Lanwu from behind and whispered, “Mom, didn’t you know there’s a kind of coldness called ‘your daughter thinks you are cold’? Just wear it, okay?”
Bai Lanwu couldn’t resist her daughter’s caring sentiment, “I’ve only ever heard of a kind of coldness that’s called ‘your mother thinks you are cold’.”
“Hehe, remember to wear your underpants.” Ye Xingguang chimed in.
The whole table chuckled, except for the clueless little Qinghan, who stared at the adults with wide eyes. What’s the joke?