The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Having endured the torture of walking on the ground, Ye Zhenzhen has successfully completed the challenge.

The wound didn't hurt much anymore, and after the catheter was removed, she no longer needed to wear maternity pads or rely on others to help clean and empty her bladder.

She changed into sleeping pants and went to the bathroom by herself, as long as someone helped her.

My appetite improved, and I ate a bowl of hot wontons, finishing all the soup.

But her milk hadn't come in, and the two little ones had to drink formula. She looked down at herself, somewhat frustrated: "My breasts aren't small, how come I don't have milk?"

It was really strange. She pinched her chest, then looked at the two little ones sucking on their bottles next to her, and a sense of inexplicable frustration welled up inside her.

Zhou Huaijin, standing nearby, remarked, "If you don't have it, then don't feed it. It can survive on formula."

Ye Zhenzhen glared at him: "That still can't compare to breast milk."

She's overflowing with maternal love right now, and wants to give those two little ones the best of everything in the world.

She lay in her hospital bed scrolling through her phone, searching for a long time before realizing that not everyone has milk, and some women only start producing it two or three days after giving birth.

Upon seeing someone mention that papaya helps with lactation, she immediately turned around and tugged at Zhou Huaijin's sleeve: "Old Zhou, go buy some papaya. The internet says papaya helps with lactation."

Zhou Huaijin obediently went out the door, and when she came back, she was carrying a box of sliced ​​papayas, which were neatly arranged.

Ye Zhenzhen was craving something sweet, and since her wound didn't hurt anymore, her appetite was just right. She ate the whole box of papayas.

After waiting all day, my chest remained still and quiet, without any movement.

"Fine, it's all just rumors online."

She sighed and resigned herself to her fate.

The two little ones continued drinking their milk powder, making smacking noises, and it seemed to be quite delicious.

At night, Ye Zhenzhen was half asleep when she suddenly felt a painful tightness in her chest. She touched it and was startled to find that it felt like two hard stones were stuck inside.

She nudged the person next to her: "Old Zhou, I think I've got milk..."

But here's the problem: the two children had just finished being fed formula and were sleeping soundly, already quite full.

"Oh dear, what should we do?"

She sat up in a panic. It was the middle of the night, and the baby stores were already closed. There wasn't enough time to buy a breast pump.

After thinking for a while, my gaze finally settled on Zhou Huaijin:

"Please help me..."

"How can I help?" Zhou Huaijin was puzzled.

"Don't you have a mouth?" Ye Zhenzhen clutched her chest, a little embarrassed but also anxious. "Oh, it's so uncomfortable. Hurry up, don't let Mom and Dad see."

Zhou Huaijin was pushed to sit up by her, and hesitated for a few seconds.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth again, afraid that any bacteria in my mouth might be brought in.

He glanced at the two rooms in the suite, then pulled back the covers like a thief.

"Stop pretending, it's not like you've never eaten it before," Ye Zhenzhen muttered, her face flushed.

"I've never eaten anything like this before," he chuckled softly.

Ye Zhenzhen blushed even more after hearing his words.

But she couldn't care less about saving face now; if it swelled up any more, it would become inflamed.

In the room late at night, only the moonlight filtering in from outside the window could be seen.

Ye Zhenzhen was both shy and nervous. Her parents were sleeping in the next guest room, and she didn't dare to breathe. She bit her lip, her whole body tense, feeling that it was even more exciting than having an affair.

After a while, the throbbing pain in my chest gradually subsided.

Her breathing gradually calmed down, as if she had finally reached the end of a long journey. She thought that this feeling was really complicated, a relief from pain, a torment of shame, and a kind of secret intimacy that she herself could not explain.

Curious, she asked him, "What does it taste like?"

"Try it yourself."

His voice was low, as if it were vibrating from his chest.

Then, he pressed his lips to hers.

The sweet, milky aroma melts in your mouth.

She was slightly breathless from his kisses, and her hand unconsciously reached down towards his lower body.

Upon encountering a tent pitched somewhere, he blushed and cursed, "Pervert."

Zhou Huaijin grasped her wrist, a smile playing on his lips as he whispered in her ear, "Trying to turn the tables, huh?"

Ye Zhenzhen, having achieved her goal, withdrew her hand contentedly and pulled the blanket up to her chin: "Goodnight, I'm going to sleep."

She turned over, showing him her round, chubby back of her head.

He had no other choice but to force himself to swallow it back.

There's still a lot to endure in these days.

The next day, the two babies finally drank their first breast milk, smacking their lips with milk beads still hanging from the corners of their mouths, looking completely satisfied.

Mother Ye was overjoyed: "Oh my, the milk came so quickly, and there's no blockage yet, that's wonderful!"

Ye Zhenzhen blushed slightly as she recalled what happened last night, and pretended not to hear as she held her water glass.

The doctor came, changed the dressing, checked the wound, and said it was healing well and I could be discharged.

On the day they were discharged from the hospital, the two little ones were wrapped in red sheets and wore matching red hats. Ye's mother said that red wards off evil spirits.

The two mothers each held one baby, murmuring, "Babies, let's go home."

They said they would keep shouting it along the way to avoid losing their soul.

Ye Zhenzhen walked to the car by herself. Originally, they were going to push her out in a wheelchair, but she thought that was too much. Now that she has a postpartum girdle on her stomach, she doesn't feel much pain from the incision, so walking around more is good.

Back home, after settling the children in, Zhou's mother took out two bulging red envelopes: "These are from Grandpa for the babies, one for each child."

Zhou's father had never been to Bin City, and Ye Zhenzhen understood that he was still dissatisfied with her as his daughter-in-law.

Although they stopped interfering, their attitude remained indifferent, but they didn't make things difficult for me.

Ye Zhenzhen thought this was a good idea; reducing contact would reduce conflict.

Zhou Chenyu took several photos of the two little ones, muttering, "Oh my, they're so young yet they can already smile. Grandpa will be so happy to see them."

Zhou's mother then turned to Ye's mother and said, "My dear in-laws, thank you for taking such good care of us. We have other matters to attend to at home, so we won't be staying here."

Ye Zhenzhen understood that her mother-in-law was making room for her. What grandmother doesn't love her grandchildren? But with the nanny, her parents-in-law, her mother-in-law, and her sister-in-law all crammed together, clashes were inevitable.

After giving birth, everyone wants their own mother to stay by their side.

Ye Zhenzhen was grateful that her mother-in-law had a strong sense of boundaries.

"We'll go back to Beijing after the baby is fully recovered. You should take good care of yourself during your postpartum period." Zhou's mother patted her hand and left with Zhou Chenyu.

The house suddenly became lively. There were sounds of the baby crying, the clanging of spatulas in the kitchen, the sounds of soothing the baby, and little Zhou curiously circling around the crib like a dutiful little guardian.