Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

at that time.

The Yan family living room.

The Yan family, including Yan Feifei and Yan Zhun, were playing with their nephew on the sofa. Yan Feifei and Yan Zhun had just returned from working overtime and didn't want to go upstairs after seeing their nephew.

"Oh dear, my waist! Xiao Yu, have you gained weight? Your aunt can't carry you anymore."

Yan Feifei was exhausted from playing with her nephew and lay sprawled on the sofa, panting heavily. From Yan Zhun's perspective, it looked like she had severe asthma.

If a stranger were to be panting like that in an elevator today, Yan Zhun might instinctively reach out to help.

Yan Zhun glanced at his sister, who was panting heavily, then quickly looked away, keeping a low profile and not saying a word, simply playing quietly with his nephew.

The strict mother glared at her daughter, "Where are you fat? Xiao Yu is just right. You're a weakling. You lack exercise and you're blaming others."

Yan Feifei: ".............." What did she say? What did she say? It's just the word "fat," is that not allowed?

Yan Zhun touched his nose with his hand to cover his lips, leaned closer to his sister and reminded her, lowering his voice to a tone only the two of them could hear, "If you say another word about our Yan family's darling, Mom will yell at you and kick you out of the house in a heartbeat, unless you arrange for a second or third one for Mom right now."

After hearing her brother's words, Yan Feifei shuddered and decided to forget about it.

Mother Yan glared at the two single men with a look of utter disappointment, her ears constantly listening to Yan Zhun's words. "Hmph, if I don't cherish my grandson, am I supposed to cherish you two, an older single man and an older single woman?"

Yan Zhun: ".............." There was no way to talk to her today, so he glared at his talkative younger sister.

Yan Feifei: "Mom, are you a descendant of someone with super hearing? You can hear this too."

The mother didn't say anything, but kissed her grandson on the cheek, a smile playing on her lips. She rolled her eyes at her daughter, letting her figure out the meaning for herself.

The stern father, who was more affected by the incident, received a message from Han's father. He felt like he was about to vomit blood, sighed, and held up his phone to show everyone, "Look, this is a photo that your Uncle Han specially sent. If you don't want me to be so angry that I die, you'd better be filial and think about your own single status."

Then he glanced at the photos on his phone. The child was quite handsome, but the grandfather was no good. He continued, "Old Han is now drifting across the Pacific Ocean. If this continues, he'll be able to circle the Earth. What's the reason? You're half responsible." This made him lose every time.

The mother agreed, growing more fond of her grandson the more she looked at him, and then bent down to kiss him again. Yan Feifei, sitting opposite, felt sorry for her nephew, thinking how many times he must be kissed in a day.

The strict mother automatically interpreted her daughter's eyes as envious. "Looking won't do any good. If you can find a boyfriend, I might even give you a flying kiss. If you don't want your Uncle Han to drift too far away, you should find boyfriends or girlfriends as soon as possible and do what you're supposed to do."

Yan Feifei reached out and stopped her mother's narcissistic thoughts. "Mom, stop. You should give up the idea of ​​blowing me a kiss. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares tonight. As for the issue of Uncle Han floating around the earth, I don't think it's a problem. It will resolve itself when the time comes. If Uncle Han floats around the earth a few more times, he'll get dizzy. Who wouldn't get dizzy going around in such a big circle, right, brother?"

The Yan couple: "............" It's no wonder that no one would be interested in someone with this kind of thinking. We're worried.

Yan Zhun, who was called upon, did not respond, nor did he intend to.

Yan Feifei didn't care whether her brother responded or not, since he usually couldn't get a word in edgewise anyway. She shrugged, nestled herself into the sofa, crossed her legs, and relaxed completely.

"Then the other half of the reason isn't my fault either. You can solve the other half of the reason first," Yan Zhun kindly suggested to his father.

Upon hearing this, Yan Feifei's mind was particularly sharp. Her sister's marriage was settled, so wasn't her the other half? Using her brother's shoulder to sit up straight, she said, "Wait a minute, brother, you're just one step away from turning thirty. I'm still a distant relative of the thirty-year-old, while you and the thirty-year-old are related as parents. You should settle this first."

"I'm not her mother. Whose mother am I? Did you two pick me out of the garbage dump?"

After hearing her daughter's words, the mother, holding her grandson, retorted, glaring at both her daughter and son, leaving no one out.

Yan Feifei pouted, tore open her nephew's lollipop, and sucked on it with a loud slurping sound. "Isn't this a metaphor? Mom, how come your Chinese is so bad? Aren't personification, metaphor, and parallelism the common techniques in writing essays..."

"I'm asking you to find a boyfriend, not to show off your literary talent. Just eat, why are you making that foot-rubbing sound?"

The strict mother frowned as she looked at her daughter's unreliable behavior, interrupting her as she spoke, which made her even angrier.

"Mom, which teacher taught you Chinese? Your adjectives are just indescribable. Listen to me, is that the sound of me rubbing my feet? Who rubs their feet so nicely?"

As she spoke, Yan Feifei stuffed the lollipop in and pulled it out, deliberately making a loud noise so her mother would hear it and realize her mistake in using the wrong words.

Yan Feifei's actions made Lan Zhiyu, who had been eating a lollipop, laugh. The little one covered her mouth with her little hand and laughed. Auntie is so cute.

The strict father looked at his crazy daughter with a sense of helplessness. Sure enough, there was a reason why she was single.

"Aren't you disgusting? That's enough, I want to slap you." Yan Zhun couldn't stand his sister's madness anymore. "You guys should deal with her problem first, someone like her will have a hard time getting married."

"Who's hard to marry? Someone like me would be hard to find even with a lantern. It's someone like you that no one likes."

Yan Feifei held the lollipop in her mouth at an angle, crossed her legs, and looked incredibly relaxed and carefree.

"Who gave you that confidence? Yan Feifei, if you can bring home a boyfriend, I'll call you Mom." Yan's mother goaded her daughter.

Unfortunately, under Feng Xiaoni's guidance, Yan Feifei was not so easily provoked. Her emotions stabilized a lot, and even her IQ improved. She said calmly, "Then let's forget it. I'm afraid it will shorten my lifespan."

In the end, it was still unclear whose problem to solve first, because neither of the siblings wanted to be solved. Yan Feifei just wanted to be a free spirit, but now she couldn't be a free spirit anymore, so she could only be a half-free spirit. If she had to work overtime every day and then date, where would she have any freedom? If there was an argument or something, she would be exhausted.

It sounds so busy. It's better to be more relaxed and have time to sleep in, travel, and have meals together on weekends.

Yan Zhun felt he was already busy enough, with surgeries every day. Where would he find the time to date? Dating would interfere with his surgeries. How many women could understand his current career? He didn't have time to coax them. He'd rather perform more surgeries than spend time trying to win them over.

If the ancestors of the Yan family knew what the two siblings were thinking, they would be turning in their graves.

A ward at a hospital in the capital city.

Han's father and Lan Chumu held their grandson and granddaughter for a while before Han's mother urged them to go home.

"Go back now, come back tomorrow." Han's mother winked at Han's father, as Xixi was almost ready to sleep.

Before Shen Muyun could speak, Lan Chumu said to Xixi, "Daddy is going back now. I'll come see you again tomorrow." His daughter is a mother now, and even as her father, he should avoid certain things. After all, his daughter is a girl, and there will always be times when it's inconvenient for him to be present.

Shen Muyun nodded, "Okay, you and Lao Han play some chess and go to bed early. You go to the Yan family tomorrow."

Han's father quickly replied, "Okay, I'll go with Chu Mu tomorrow."

Han's mother: "Hmm, stop showing off."

"Don't worry, I'll know my limits since he gave me two precious gifts. Now, Xixi, get some rest and don't think about anything."

"Okay, Dad."

After the two fathers left, only four people remained in the room. Han Yue was still holding the child and hadn't washed up yet. Lan Yunxi, who had already lain down, sat up again and reached out, "Brother Yue, give it to me. You go wash up first."

Shen Muyun: "Why don't we let Mom try again? This child is so strange, why is she so attached to Xiaoyue?"

Han Yue gently placed the child in his mother-in-law's arms. The child opened his eyes as soon as he put him down, ready to cry. Han Yue pinched his brow in exasperation. This child really might not be here to take him away.

In the end, Lan Yunxi sat on the bed and waited for Han Yue to finish washing up.

Ten minutes later, Han Yue finished washing up, took the child from him, and said, "You go to sleep, I'll hold you."

Lan Yunxi, lying flat on her back, said to Han Yue, who was standing beside her, "You can't hold him like that all the time, your arms will get sore. Try putting him down a few more times and see."

When Shen Muyun came out after washing up, Han's mother was still washing up inside.

"You really can't keep holding him like that, otherwise his hands will be ruined before the postpartum period is over," Shen Muyun said. "Try putting him in your arms a few more times tonight. After you put him in your arms, wrap him up in something to make him feel safe. It's not good to keep holding him like that all the time."

The door was pushed open, and the nurse came in to take Lan Yunxi's temperature and check on the baby. Every time she came in, she saw the baby's father holding him. The nurse suggested, "Don't hold him all the time, or he'll become dependent on you. Once he gets used to being held, he won't lie in the cradle alone anymore. You should let him sleep in the cradle so that both the adult and the baby can sleep well."

The nurse spoke, but didn't stop what she was doing. She was writing something in the notebook, perhaps a temperature record. Then she put the notebook on the table, put the electric thermometer inside her white coat, and said, "Here, give it to me."

Han Yue hesitated whether to give the baby to the nurse. Seeing that her father was stunned, the nurse urged, "It's okay, it's alright to cry for a little while. You can't keep holding him like this, or you'll have trouble even going to the toilet. Even though he's very young, he'll develop a habit. Little ones are very smart."

Han Yue placed the baby on the crooked arm the nurse had prepared, and sure enough, the baby cried. The nurse ignored the baby's cries, professionally rearranged the baby's swaddle, and then quickly placed the baby in the cradle, wrapping him tightly in the blanket and gently rocking the cradle. She explained, "See, he just pouted a little. After feeding and changing his diaper, put him here. You don't need to hold him to sleep; it will help both you and the baby sleep better. If he cries, just nudge him gently, and he'll get used to it after a while."

It turns out there are so many things to consider when raising a child. Han Yue, a first-time father, suddenly realized this and wondered if Ji Hancheng had gone through the same process.

Shen Muyun: "Thank you."

The nurse glanced at the exceptionally gentle Shen Muyun and said, "You're welcome. This is my job. If you have any questions, you can press the call button or come to the nurses' station to find me. I'm on duty tonight."

Having already washed up, Han's mother, who had been standing by listening for a while, responded, "Okay."

Han Yue was still rocking the cradle. The baby wasn't crying, but he wasn't sound asleep either, and his little hands were still struggling. Seeing that the little guy was uncomfortable, Han Yue was about to pick him up when Shen Muyun stopped him, saying, "Let him get used to it. Maybe he'll get used to it in a few days."

With his mother-in-law saying that, Han Yue had no choice but to give up, "Okay, fine."

Everyone was asleep in the middle of the night, including Lan Yunxi, but the little one in the cradle kept making little noises, probably wanting Han Yue to pick him up and walk around.

However, Han Yue did not pick him up. He just started rocking the baby whenever there was any movement. The clever Han Yue initially rocked the baby while sitting, but eventually he was too sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa. He placed one hand on the side of the cradle and rocked the baby a few times whenever there was any movement.

I don't know how many times I rocked him throughout the night, I almost rocked myself away, and the little guy finally fell asleep when it was just getting light.