A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Jiang Wenhao chuckled and patted Feng Tingyun on the shoulder: "Old Feng! It's rare to see you two out for a walk. We always say you're so busy you barely have time to breathe!"

Feng Tingyun's lips twitched slightly: "I happen to be free today."

Tian Jingyi also said with a smile, "You spend time with your wife whenever you have free time. You really know how to enjoy life."

Meng Zhixue was not familiar with Tian Jingyi in this life, so she did not rush to talk to her, but stood aside and smiled.

Jiang Lele had already run over, tilting her round little face up to look at her curiously, and called out in her childish voice, "Hello, Auntie!"

Meng Zhixue's heart melted instantly.

She crouched down to be at eye level with Jiang Lele, smiling as she ruffled her little pigtails: "Hello, little darling, what's your name?"

"My name is Jiang Lele! Le means happy!" the little girl said earnestly, then pointed to Jiang Wenhao, "Let me introduce you, this is my dad, and this is my mom!"

The little girl, who is two or three years old, speaks clearly and has excellent expressive abilities.

Meng Zhixue was very amazed.

Tian Jingyi smiled and picked up Jiang Lele: "Where? This little one, she introduces herself to everyone she meets, always saying the same few sentences, she can recite them fluently."

The group burst into laughter.

Having a cute and cuddly human baby as a source of joy, watching her clumsy yet adorable movements and hearing her sweet, childlike words, there's always plenty of laughter and joy.

Jiang Wenhao glanced at Feng Tingyun, then at Meng Zhixue, and casually asked, "Old Feng, you've been married for almost two years now, aren't you planning to have a child?"

Tian Jingyi immediately nudged him with her elbow and said in a low voice, "What are you meddling in? Can't a couple just enjoy some time alone together?"

Jiang Wenhao hissed as he was poked, and quickly waved his hand, saying, "I was just asking casually, just asking casually."

Meng Zhixue glanced at Feng Tingyun out of the corner of her eye.

Feng Tingyun's expression was calm, but his answer was unusually serious: "I'm busy with work and don't have any plans for the time being."

His tone was resolute, carrying an unquestionable certainty, as if he hadn't even considered the issue.

Jiang Wenhao listened and didn't ask any more questions. He nodded and said, "That's true. Your work is really busy, and there's no one else at home to take care of the child. Even if you could hire a nanny, it wouldn't be easy for your sister-in-law to be alone at home."

Tian Jingyi changed the subject again, asking Meng Zhixue what she usually did for fun at home, and if they had nothing to do, they could go shopping together.

Meng Zhixue answered with a smile, but kept something in mind.

She understands Feng Tingyun.

When he said "I have no plans for the time being," his tone was so certain that it sounded less like he was stating a fact and more like he was deflecting questions for her.

arrive home.

The lights were turned on, filling the room with warmth.

While Feng Tingyun bent down to change into his slippers, Meng Zhixue stood by the shoe cabinet waiting for him, watching him curiously.

They were husband and wife, so there was no need for pretense. She asked directly, "Honey, don't you want children?"

Feng Tingyun heard the word "also".

Feng Tingyun changed his shoes, straightened up, looked down at her, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his movement natural and gentle.

He didn't answer directly, but first lowered his head and kissed her lips before whispering, "Yes."

Meng Zhixue hummed in response and watched him turn to go to the kitchen to pour water.

She followed him into the living room, sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and hugged her knees with her hands. Only after he brought over two glasses of warm water and sat down did she look at him again.

"Honey, is it because you think I don't want children that you say you don't want them either?"

The hand that had been sealing the cloud-based water cup paused for a moment.

It's funny when you think about it.

They've been together for so long, and almost two years into their marriage, but he still has this unreal feeling.

It's as if his current happiness was stolen.

Even though the two were already very, very close, every time she called him "husband," he would pause briefly before feeling a deep joy welling up inside him.

Meng Zhixue tilted her head to look at him and continued, "The way you looked at Tiantian today didn't seem like you disliked children. When you squatted down to make her call you 'uncle,' you couldn't help but smile."

Feng Tingyun remained silent for a while, placed the water glass on the coffee table, and turned to look at her.

The living room light fell on his sharply defined profile, clearly illuminating the helplessness in his eyes that seemed to have been seen through.

He reached out and ruffled her hair, a hint of helpless amusement in his voice: "Why think so much? I haven't really thought about it seriously yet."

"Is that so?" Meng Zhixue stared at him without backing down. "Then look me in the eye and say it again."

Feng Tingyun looked into her eyes, his lips moved, but he couldn't repeat what he had just said.

Why don't you want it?

Actually, that's what I wanted.

It has nothing to do with the idea of ​​carrying on the family line.

But his mind was also full of feudal dross.

He wanted to "gain status through his son".

He couldn't deny that he felt like he was floating on clouds all the time, and he was also worried that the dream would end and happiness would be over when he woke up.

But if there's a child, even if one day she doesn't like him anymore and doesn't want to be with him anymore, for the sake of the child, wouldn't it be a little hard to let go?

That's what he thought, and he didn't want to hide it from the person he loved, so he said it.

Meng Zhixue was completely stunned.

Looking at Feng Tingyun's calm yet helpless expression, she suddenly understood everything.

This man is too smart.

His keen observation skills, honed in the military, made him almost obsessively sensitive to the emotions and attitudes of those around him.

In their first life, he could tell she was afraid of him, so he didn't make many demands on her.

In this life, he had long since noticed that she had no plans for having children and even seemed somewhat resistant to it.

He was afraid that bringing it up would put her in a difficult position, so he insisted to both the public and the private sector that "I have no plans for the time being," taking the responsibility upon himself.

He proactively shielded her from all possible discomfort, even if he himself wanted to…

And, in what way did she stop loving him?

Why would anyone want to abandon him?

Meng Zhixue raised her hand and scratched her cheek, looking up at him with an innocent and helpless expression.

Having lived through several lifetimes, she has become increasingly adept at discerning what true kindness is.

The man in front of her, who seemed serious, old-fashioned, and taciturn, always gave her the most direct and unreserved feelings.

Even if I'm a little clumsy, so what?

Everyone is different.

Different personalities, different experiences, everything is different...

How can we expect him to excel in every aspect?

How can you expect him to be loyal and devoted at the same time be gentle and considerate?

How can you expect him to agree silently and firmly, yet also expect him to speak eloquently?

Thinking of this, Meng Zhixue felt a warmth in her heart.

"And what if," she asked softly, "I wanted to have a child? What would you think?"

Feng Tingyun was stunned.