His physiological preference

After Qin Zhiheng's baby turned one month old, they moved back to the villa that Qin's grandmother had given them as their wedding home.

If you have children, living in a villa is more spacious and convenient.

On the day Qin Zhiheng turned one month old, the Qin family held a small full-moon banquet.

The location was their current villa, and they only invited familiar faces.

Grandma Qin had a row of red lanterns hung in the living room, and wedding cakes and red eggs were placed on the coffee table.

Mu Cheng and Zhou Zhanyu arrived early. Liu Minlan was unable to come from Beijing, but sent a generous gift through a third party.

Qin Yushang hugged Qin Zhiheng stiffly, as if he were holding a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Qin Yuyan, who was standing next to him recording with her phone, said, "Second brother, hold on tighter."

Jiang Siya arrived last, carrying a huge paper bag. "Godmother's here!"

She squatted down beside the crib, making Qin Zhiheng giggle. "Hengheng, call her godmother."

Qin Zhiheng certainly wouldn't yell, but he reached out and grabbed Jiang Siya's fingers.

Halfway through the full moon celebration, Qin Yuzheng carried Qin Zhiheng to the center of the living room. He supported the child's back with one hand and the back of his little head with the other. "Thank you all for coming to Hengheng's full moon celebration. His name is Qin Zhiheng, and he is my and Yanyan's son."

He looked down at the little one in his arms, "I hope he grows up safe and healthy, and becomes a person who knows manners and has a clear conscience."

Qin Zhiheng yawned in his arms and then closed his eyes.

After the full moon celebration, Yang Zhiyan had fully recovered.

She started going back to the studio to handle some backlogged work, but went home on time every day.

Qin Yuzheng also resumed his normal routine, and the two of them returned to their pre-pregnancy lifestyle, except now there was a little person in the house who could cry, laugh, and grab people's fingers. Yang Zhiyan was waiting.

She waited for several days. From the time she officially finished her postpartum confinement, to the time her body was fully recovered, to the time she was ready, Qin Yuzheng made no move.

Every night after he finished showering, he would lie down next to her, reach out and pull her into his arms, kiss her forehead, and say, "Goodnight, baby."

Then I actually went to sleep.

Yang Zhiyan initially thought he was just too tired. He had been busy at work all day and then had to take care of the baby, so it was normal for him to be exhausted.

But a week passed, then two weeks, and he remained inactive. She began to have doubts.

Has her charm diminished after having a child? He used to love meat and could eat it several times a day.

They haven't been together for a long time since late pregnancy. They still have affectionate gestures, and kissing and hugging are common occurrences.

But they only kissed and hugged; nothing more. Yang Zhiyan didn't know what the problem was.

Yang Zhiyan complained to Jiang Siya.

The next day, Jiang Siya arrived. After listening to Yang Zhiyan's description, she leaned back on the sofa, her expression one of understanding.

"Why don't you just change into a sexy nightgown and pounce on him?"

Yang Zhiyan blushed slightly. "That's not a good idea. It makes me seem so thirsty."

Jiang Siya said, "You are a married couple, it's normal to have needs."

She took out a box. "Here, take this. You can look at it tonight."

Yang Zhiyan took the box. "What's this?"

Jiang Siya winked at her. "Battle robe. Have a nice night."

That night, Qin Zhiheng was put to sleep by the nanny. Qin Yuzheng was in the study dealing with one last email, while Yang Zhiyan was in the bedroom, opening the box.

Underneath was a thin, light purple silk nightgown with straps and a low neckline.

She blushed slightly, but couldn't help picking it up and comparing it to herself.

Then she changed. Standing in front of the dressing mirror, she looked at herself. Her skin was whiter than before she was pregnant, her waistline had come back, but it was more supple than before, and the fuller parts were fuller.

She turned around to look at herself from the side, then turned back. The dress did suit her, but... it was too embarrassing.

She wanted to quickly take it off, change back into her usual cotton pajamas, then fold the "battle robe" neatly, put it back in the box, and stuff it into the bottom shelf of the wardrobe.

Before Yang Zhiyan could do anything, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Yang Zhiyan quickly lay back down on the bed and covered herself with the blanket.

Qin Yuzheng walked in wearing pajamas, his hair still wet. "What's wrong?"

Yang Zhiyan's heart skipped a beat, and she unconsciously pulled the blanket up a little. "It's nothing."

Qin Yuzheng walked over, bent down and kissed her forehead. "Then go to sleep."

Yang Zhiyan turned over to face him, "Brother Qin."

Qin Yuzheng looked at Yang Zhiyan with a flutter in his heart. That "Brother Qin" made him want to devour her immediately, but he couldn't. He could only feign composure and say, "Hmm?"

"You..." Yang Zhiyan opened her mouth, "It's nothing, goodnight."

Qin Yuzheng noticed that Yang Zhiyan's face was flushed, and reached out to touch her forehead. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yang Zhiyan shook her head. Qin Yuzheng was still uneasy, "Then why is your face so red?"

He leaned closer to her, wanting to get a better look at her face, and Yang Zhiyan's heart started beating even faster.

Qin Yuzheng's nose brushed against her cheek, and she instinctively grabbed his wrist as he was about to pull it back.

Qin Yuzheng was frozen in place, his wrist grabbed by her.

His gaze slid down her face, and as she pulled him, the blanket slipped down a little, revealing a small patch of mauve silk fabric and her delicate collarbone.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his other hand instinctively reached for her forehead. "Your face is so hot, do you have a fever?"

He turned to get the thermometer, but Yang Zhiyan tightened her grip on his wrist. "No."

Qin Yuzheng turned to look at her. The blanket had slipped down a little more as she had moved. His gaze fell on her and paused.

The light purple silk nightgown clung to her body, the straps hanging loosely on her shoulders, and the neckline was just right.

After giving birth, her figure had a softer, fuller look than before pregnancy. Her waist was still slim, but the lines were softer; her collarbones were defined, but no longer thin; and her skin glowed with a warm light under the warm-colored lamp.

Then Qin Yuzheng felt something warm flowing out from under his nose.

He raised his hand and touched it; a little bright red blood was on his fingertip.

He was stunned, and Yang Zhiyan was stunned too. She quickly grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and handed it to him, "You..."

Qin Yuzheng took the tissue and wiped his nose, then held the tissue in his hand. "I'll go take care of it."

He turned and strode quickly out of the bedroom, his movements so fast it was as if he were fleeing.

The bathroom door closed, followed by the sound of running water from the tap.

Yang Zhiyan sat on the bed, looking at the closed door. Her fingers slowly loosened the blanket.

She looked down at her pajamas, then glanced in the direction of the bathroom.

The meat was practically in his mouth when he ran away.

Is he really no longer interested in her? Yang Zhiyan pulled the blanket up to her chest and leaned against the headboard.

Qin Yuzheng stood in the bathroom, cold water splashing on his face. In the mirror, a trace of red stain remained on the tip of his nose.

He looked up at his face in the mirror; he was disheveled, but also clear-headed.

He lightly touched the tip of his nose. "Useless."

Qin Yuzheng recalled the doctor's words that the postpartum recovery period should be at least forty-five days.

He calculated the time; there were still a few days left. He couldn't act rashly; he had to wait.

Her pregnancy was too difficult, and he didn't want her to go through that kind of suffering again. Besides, he had decided to get a tubal ligation so that there would be no accidents.

Qin Yuzheng picked up a towel, dried his face, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.

Yang Zhiyan had already lay down, her back to him, the blanket covering her chin.

She heard him approaching but didn't turn around. Qin Yuzheng lay down beside her and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

Yang Zhiyan neither moved nor spoke.

After a long time, Yang Zhiyan heard his voice coming from behind, "It will be ready in a few more days."

After 45 days, Qin Yuzheng couldn't wait to take Yang Zhiyan out for some alone time. He instructed Grandma Qin and the nanny to take care of Qin Zhiheng.

Yang Zhiyan felt a little reluctant.

Qin Yuzheng said, "He has to grow up eventually. Think about it, will he take you out for a nice meal in the future? Will he take you on a date in the future?"

That's right. She's herself first, and then her mother. So her own happiness is the most important thing.

She's been craving meat for a long time.