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Chapter 194 Is this comfortable?
Today is the fourth day since Qin Song gave birth to Pei Ye, and she can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.

The problem is that she still hasn't been able to produce much breast milk.

The doctor said she might have naturally low milk production, and if they couldn't stimulate it, she would have to give up breastfeeding.

"Xiao Song, does it hurt a lot?" Pei's mother took Xiangxiang from her arms and looked at her with heartache.

She finished dressing, frowned, and hummed in agreement: "It hurts a lot, and some of my skin is broken."

Upon hearing this, Pei's mother immediately slapped Xiangxiang's bottom: "This brat eats too much. He slurps up everything in his mouth as soon as there's something in it."

“Sigh…” Qin Song sighed, “I’ve been sucking so hard, but I still don’t have much breast milk. It’s not enough for him to eat.”

"It's alright." Pei's mother didn't care at all. "If we don't have him, we'll just feed him formula. As long as he gets enough nutrition and isn't hungry, he can eat whatever he wants."

"Yes." The doctor agreed with this statement. "Ms. Qin naturally has low milk supply. If she were to force herself to breastfeed when she doesn't have enough milk, it would be very harmful to her body. Moreover, for the baby, as long as he/she gets enough nutrition, there is not much difference between breast milk and formula."

Pei's mother said, "Since the doctor has said so, let's just give up breastfeeding. Mom has already gone through enough giving birth to him, let's not make things harder for her with something so trivial."

Doctor: "As long as your family makes the decision, the hospital has no objection."

Pei's mother smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go make some formula then. This little rascal is babbling with hunger again."

Qin Song's private hospital room had a dedicated feeding room. Pei's mother took Xiangxiang in, fed him formula, and then put him to sleep.

After the little brat had eaten and drunk his fill, he lay down in the stroller and slept soundly. Qin Song became angrier and angrier as he looked at him, and couldn't help but mutter, "You brat, get up and go back to sleep!"

"Xiao Song?"

Pei Xingzhi pushed open the ward door and tiptoed in.

Qin Song turned around and saw him, and immediately felt a little wronged: "You're back."

"I'm back." Pei Xingzhi smiled at her, but when he got closer, he realized that she looked unhappy.

"What's wrong?" He sat down close to Qin Song by the hospital bed, gently touching Qin Song's face with concern in his eyes. "Why are you unhappy? Did someone make you angry?"

"Yes!" Qin Song pointed at Xiangxiang in the crib, complaining to Pei Xingzhi with a face full of resentment, "Your son made me angry!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Xingzhi first slapped Xiangxiang's bottom to avenge Qin Song, then turned to Qin Song and patiently asked her, "What did Xiangxiang do to you?"

Qin Song lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed: "The doctor said that I naturally have little breast milk and can't breastfeed Xiangxiang. But Xiangxiang insists on sucking me hard, and it's even made my skin bleed."

"Pei Xingzhi, it hurts."

Pei Xingzhi couldn't bear to hear Qin Song cry out in pain.

"Does it hurt here?" He raised a hand, his palm lightly cupping Qin Song's chest. He was clearly anxious, but he had to be careful because he was afraid of hurting Qin Song.

Qin Song nodded: "Yes, both sides hurt."

Pei Xingzhi then lifted her clothes and tentatively placed his hand on her waist: "Xiao Song, my hands are cold. Shall I put them in to cool them for you? It won't hurt so much if you cool them for a while."

"This..." How could Qin Song possibly agree to this?
Qin Song's head drooped even lower, and his ears turned red.

Pei Xingzhi knew she was shy, and at this moment he didn't want to waste time teasing her slowly, so he directly put his hand completely inside her clothes.

Then, I moved my palm up, first pulling aside her underwear, and then gently stroking her tear with the coolness of my fingertips to ease her pain.

"Mmm..." The cool touch met the burning pain, and the contrast of ice and fire made Qin Song gasp softly. Pei Xingzhi looked down at her and saw that her brows were furrowed, her eyes were closed, and she looked extremely embarrassed. He then used his other hand to hold her shoulder and let her lean against him.

"Is this any more comfortable?" Pei Xingzhi's Adam's apple bobbed laboredly, his voice hoarse and low.

"Hmm..." Qin Song responded very softly, but the sound of his voice completely changed when it reached Pei Xingzhi's ears.

As his fingertips gradually warmed up, Pei Xingzhi switched to another finger and continued to apply ice to Qin Song's finger.

Qin Song's body was tense. Pei Xingzhi felt the intimate touch of his hand, and a burning lust within him grew stronger and stronger…

"Does it still hurt?"

A few minutes later, Pei Xingzhi tidied up Qin Song's clothes and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Qin Song bit her lip and nodded: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

Pei Xingzhi looked down and said, "But I'm not feeling well..."

Qin Song: "Do you need my help?"

“…No need.” Pei Xingzhi blushed and laughed. “You rest well, I’ll just go to the restroom for a while.”

Qin Song: "Alright then."

"Good girl." Pei Xingzhi pinched her cheek, covered his lower abdomen with the hem of his coat, and walked stiffly into the bathroom.

When I came out again after a while, there were several more people in the ward.

"These online trolls were definitely hired by Qin Sisi. They're all like they've been programmed, completely ignoring the facts and only targeting your fake heiress identity."

Duan Jialu became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, she punched the blanket hard.

Song Yihuan patted her shoulder, signaling her to calm down: "Qin Sisi is the kind of person who won't shed a tear even when she sees the coffin. It's normal for her to hire online trolls to stir up trouble after being treated so badly by Da Hua."

Duan Jialu: "It's normal, but that doesn't mean we have to put up with it. Isn't that right? Big Flower?"

"What's wrong?" Pei Xingzhi walked up behind Duan Jialu and looked at them with a puzzled expression.

"Qin Sisi is up to her old tricks again!" Pei Lingxuan opened her phone and handed it directly to Pei Xingzhi.

"Since early this morning, there have been online trolls stirring up trouble on various platforms, making a big fuss about the sister-in-law's fake heiress identity."

Pei Xingzhi took the phone and saw a screenshot of a comment from a Douyin (TikTok) platform.

User 400813: [You actually believe what a fake heiress says? Are you really that naive?]

Greedy and lustful, just a vulgar person: [Well, Qin Sisi didn't do anything wrong. This imposter, Qin Song, has occupied Qin Sisi's position for over twenty years; Qin Sisi should hate her. She enjoyed wealth and status that weren't hers, and she should pay the price. Anyway, I strongly support Qin Sisi getting rid of Qin Song.]

Neither here nor there: [If Qin Song is a fake heiress, how good can her character be? Counterfeits can never compare to the real thing. Who knows where she got her evidence?]

Xiao Chen doesn't like cilantro: [In novels about real and fake heiresses, the fake heiress is always the most wicked one! Think about it.]

Past Events Drift with the Wind: [The fake heiress not only faked her identity, but also her conscience. Qin Song's identity alone determines that she could never be a good person!]

(End of this chapter)