Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

When Su Qingyue woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft dappled patterns of light throughout the room.

The calming herbal scent filling the air is soothing and comforting.

She turned her head and saw Lin Mo sitting on the edge of the bed, nodding off.

One hand was still holding hers tightly and stubbornly.

His handsome face showed signs of fatigue, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he had not rested well last night.

Su Qingyue's heart softened, and a bittersweet feeling welled up inside her.

This man, who was usually irresponsible and had a sharp tongue that could drive anyone crazy, became her strongest support when she needed him most.

She tried to gently pull her hand away, but Lin Mo woke up immediately.

He opened his eyes, a hint of wariness flashing in them at first, but when he saw that she was awake, that sharpness quickly faded, turning into gentleness.

"You're awake? How are you feeling?"

Lin Mo leaned closer, his voice still slightly hoarse from just waking up.

Su Qingyue shook her head and whispered:

"I'm fine now, you...you should go and rest for a while, you look exhausted."

"I'm fine, I'm made of iron."

Lin Mo grinned, then picked up a bowl of dark, murky medicine that was warming up beside him.

"Come, my lady, it's time to take your medicine."

"The doctor said this medicine will calm your nerves and replenish your energy, which is good for both you and the fetus."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Qingyue's beautiful brows immediately furrowed.

Her delicate nose wrinkled in disdain, her entire attention drawn to the strong, bitter taste of the medicine.

She instinctively shrank back and protested softly:

"It's so bitter... I... I don't want to drink it."

After saying that, she glanced at Lin Mo with a hint of coquetry in her eyes.

But she found him looking at her with an unprecedented gaze, a mixture of tenderness, joy, and anticipation.

That look startled her.

A sudden flash of lightning struck her mind, bringing back the last syllable of Lin Mo's words.

—It's good for you and...for the fetus.

fetus?

"Wait...wait a minute."

Su Qingyue's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and the resistance on her face was instantly replaced by an incredulous astonishment.

She asked, somewhat stammering:

"What...what did you just say? To me and...and the fetus? What...what fetus?"

Her voice trembled slightly as she stared intently at Lin Mo, afraid that she had misheard him, or that this rascal was up to something to tease her again.

Lin Mo's smile deepened. He carefully put down the medicine bowl, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently placed his warm hand on her lower abdomen.

His voice was deep and solemn, each word seeming to strike Su Qingyue's heart:

"It's our child. Qingyue, you're already carrying the Lin family's flesh and blood."

boom--!

Su Qingyue froze completely.

Her mind went blank as she stared at Lin Mo, then subconsciously followed his hand to her lower abdomen.

There...is there a little life?

Is it of the Lin family bloodline?

Is it the continuation of the family line that my father-in-law most hoped for before his death?

In an instant, countless emotions surged forth like a tidal wave.

There was the bewilderment of becoming a mother for the first time, the ecstasy of regaining what was lost, and the immense emotion of carrying the hopes of the entire family.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and glistening tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks.

That bowl of bitter medicine, which she used to avoid at all costs, was now more precious to her than any delicacy.

She reached out and took the bowl of medicine from Lin Mo's hand.

This time, without the slightest hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitter medicine slid down her throat, making her want to vomit, but she forced herself to hold it in.

After drinking the medicine, she put down the empty bowl, unable to control her emotions any longer. She threw herself into Lin Mo's arms and buried her face deeply in his chest.

Lin Mo felt the trembling of the delicate body in his arms, but he just smiled and gently patted her back.

"Fool, this is a joyous occasion, why are you crying?"

Su Qingyue said sullenly in his arms:

"I...I'm just happy."

"As long as you're happy."

Lin Mo grinned mischievously, "Since you're in such a good mood, let's talk about some serious business."

Su Qingyue raised her tear-filled face and asked curiously, "What important matter is it?"

"Of course, we need to give our baby a catchy name!"

Lin Mo looked quite serious, rubbing his chin in deep thought.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyue's attention was immediately diverted, and a sweet feeling welled up in her heart.

She leaned against Lin Mo's chest and asked softly, "Husband... what do you think we should call each other?"

"I've made up my mind!"

Lin Mo slapped his thigh, the sound ringing out!

"If it's a son, it has to be domineering! Let's name him... Lin Batian!"

"..."

The sweetness on Su Qingyue's face froze instantly.

She blinked, wondering if she had misheard.

"Lin...Lin Batian?"

This name sounds like it belongs to a mountain bandit...

"What? You don't like it?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that said, "You have no taste."

"What about Lin Aotian?"

"Isn't that cool enough? Just hearing that name screams 'elite'!"

Su Qingyue's lips began to twitch uncontrollably.

"My husband..."

"Don't worry, I have backup options!"

Lin Mo didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and continued excitedly.

"If all else fails, just call him Lin Ritian!"

"Listen to that! He dares to defy even the heavens! What audacity! Who will dare mess with our son now?!"

boom!

Su Qingyue felt her mind go blank, and her entire face turned red from her neck to the tips of her ears.

Sun... Sun?!

That bastard! That lecher!

How could he come up with such a shameless name!

"Lin Mo!"

Su Qingyue was both ashamed and angry. She pushed him away and grabbed the pillow next to her, throwing it at him.

"What nonsense are you spouting! It's awful! Don't call me that! It's so embarrassing!"

"Oh, you just don't understand."

Lin Mo easily caught the pillow, his face filled with heartache.

"A name is a brand! It has to exude an aura of dominance!"

"That way, when our son goes out, people will be terrified just hearing his name, saving us so much trouble!"

Seeing Lin Mo's serious-sounding nonsense, Su Qingyue was so angry she couldn't speak.

All I could do was puff out my cheeks and turn my head to one side.

"I'm ignoring you! Go tyrant and seduce the heavens yourself!"

Her coquettish expression warmed Lin Mo's heart.

He smiled and leaned closer, pulling her back into his arms from behind.

"Alright, alright, just kidding. Look how angry you are."

His voice softened as he whispered in her ear.

"But Qingyue, this is just the beginning."

Su Qingyue's ears tickled from his warm breath, and her anger subsided. Curious, she asked, "When do we start?"

"Of course, this is the beginning of the Lin family's flourishing!"

Lin Mo's tone was full of ambition.

"One child isn't enough!"

"From now on, you'll have to give me a whole football team of kids!"

"football team?"

Su Qingyue was stunned; she had never heard of this term before.

She turned her head blankly, her clear, beautiful eyes filled with big question marks.

"Husband... what kind of team is the football team? Is it a very powerful military team?"

"Well……"

Lin Mo got stuck.

Oh no, I forgot this is ancient times.

His eyes darted around, and he began to patiently explain.

"A football team is not an army; it's a... competitive sporting organization!"

"It's on a large grassy field, with two groups of people, each group needing eleven players. Everyone is chasing a ball and trying to kick it into the opponent's goal..."

Lin Mo became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, while Su Qingyue was completely stunned by a certain number he mentioned.

Her brain struggled to process the information.

A group of... eleven team members...

She counted on her slender fingers.

Then, that gentle and charming face went from bewilderment to shock, then to terror, and finally turned into a blush of anger.

"Ten...eleven?!"

Su Qingyue's voice even changed tone.

The next second, the soft flesh around Lin Mo's waist suffered a devastating blow.

"hiss--!"

Lin Mo gasped.

"Lin Mo! Do you think I'm a pig?!"

Su Qingyue was filled with shame and indignation, and she increased the force of her grip even more.

"Have eleven! What were you thinking! I... I'm not having any more!"