Nan Wan sat on the carpet, holding her son in her arms, and softly whispered, "Jiu Jiu, this is your sister. You must protect her well in the future and not let anyone bully her, okay?"
Seven-month-old Jiu Jiu didn't understand a word of it, yet he seemed to nod his head in agreement, as if he understood.
Nan Wan paused for a moment, then laughed softly and gently kissed her son's forehead, "That's my good boy."
No morning sickness, no bloating, and no unbearable pain, just the arrival of a beautiful and delicate daughter.
It's wonderful.
...
At seven in the evening, Mu Jin Huan returned home on time.
As usual, he first went to the dining room to pour himself a glass of water. When he found no one in the living room, he headed upstairs to the study.
He pushed open the door, stepped forward to the bookshelf, and embraced the woman who was on tiptoes looking for something. He rested his chin on her shoulder.
