The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

--wedding.

Wen Yisheng's parents had passed away, so Wen Congnan accompanied her to the venue on behalf of her father.

Flowers filled the hall, and amidst the gazes and blessings of the crowd, Wen Yisheng, arm in arm with Wen Congnan, walked step by step toward Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi wore a crisp black suit, his short hair neatly slicked back, revealing his perfectly sculpted bone structure and fair, gentle face.

He gazed at her silently.

A short distance, a pure white bouquet, a pristine wedding dress.

The outside world seemed to have become an illusion; only they existed.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, radiating light and gentleness as she approached him, her beauty both ethereal and sacred.

Wen Congnan placed her hand in Wen Zhi's.

This shrewd old fox, who had spent half his life navigating the business world, suddenly had tears in his eyes.

Time etched lines at the corners of the man's eyes, carrying stories of past lives. He looked at Wen Yisheng's brows and eyes, feeling both reluctant and somewhat relieved, and said to Wen Zhi, "Treat her well."

Wen Zhi took Wen Yisheng's hand, his eyes filled with unwavering affection: "I will."

……

After leaving the field, Wen turned away and secretly wiped away her tears.

Back in the main seat for family, Wen Yihan, who had rushed back from the army, sat next to her.

Wen Yihan's tall physique became even stronger, his skin darkened, and his features became more defined and sharp. He was no longer the playboy who only knew how to enjoy life. His transformation was extremely obvious.

His gaze was fixed on the newlyweds exchanging rings on the stage, or rather, he was staring intently at the bride's ethereal smile.

"She's your sister-in-law now," Wen Congnan reminded his second son as if sounding an alarm.

Wen Yihan didn't refute, but said, "I know, she's very happy."

Wen Congnan was pleased; his second son had indeed changed a lot since joining the army, and he was even more aware that his performance in the army was also remarkable.

He said, "You haven't been back for more than two years. This time you're back for your brother's wedding, so take this opportunity to rest at home for a few more days."

"No, Dad, my flight is this afternoon," Wen Yihan replied.

……

There was only one bridesmaid, Wei Lan.

Ye Hehua was pregnant, and although her belly wasn't very noticeable yet, being a bridesmaid was physically demanding, so Wen Yisheng was worried about something going wrong and didn't let her be a bridesmaid.

Several people accompanied Wen Yisheng back to the dressing room to change into her toasting dress.

Wei Lan stared at Ye He's belly in the drawing, her eyes filled with amusement: "Huahua, your belly seems to be starting to curve. Are you three months along?"

Wen Yisheng also looked over; she and Wei Lan had already reserved the position of godmother for the child.

Ye Hehua subconsciously touched her belly, her expression rather speechless: "I'm only three months along. Last night, Lu Zhizhou lay on my belly and said, 'The baby kicked me.'"

"Pfft," Wei Lan laughed, bluntly criticizing, "What an idiot."

Have the baby's limbs fully developed by three months?

Wen Yisheng changed into her toasting dress, and two makeup artists were giving her a makeover and a new look.

Wei Lan held up his camera and took many behind-the-scenes photos of her.

"Sheng Sheng, when are you and Wen Zhi planning to have a baby?" Wei Lan asked casually.

Wen Yisheng glanced at the camera and smiled faintly: "We don't have that plan yet."

……

Taking advantage of the brief break, Wei Lan put down his camera, took a gift box out of his bag, and handed it to Wen Yisheng.

"This is...?" Wen Yisheng asked in confusion.

Wei Lan closed the door and locked it from the inside, whispering, "This is Qi Lin's wedding gift to you... uh... you know, Wen Zhi didn't send him an invitation, and Qi Lin won't be coming to see you get married, uh, no, no."

Wei Lan's words became increasingly incoherent, so she simply shoved the gift box into Wen Yisheng's hand: "Anyway, he asked me to give it to you, so I couldn't refuse, and I didn't think it was a big deal, but your man... if he finds out, he'll definitely not forgive me..."

Wen Yisheng was somewhat surprised, but amused by Wei Lan's nervousness, and accepted the gift box: "Don't worry, Wen Zhi won't do anything to you even if he finds out."

She winked playfully: "With me here, he wouldn't dare."

Wei Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Yisheng opened the gift box.

Wei Lan also craned her neck to look, but was immediately disappointed; there was nothing as exciting as she had imagined.

"What the hell is this...?"

A piece of candy.

Ordinary candy that can be found everywhere.

Wen Yisheng's expression remained unchanged, with a faint, gentle smile always in her eyes.

She took out the candy from the small gift box, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.

The candy melted in my mouth; it was sweet.

Wen Yisheng gradually frowned, another taste taking over her taste buds, it was... bitter.

-

The third year after marriage.

Wen Yisheng and Wen Zhi were both twenty-five years old. That year, Wen Yisheng was in good health in all aspects, without the organ failure she had experienced in her previous life.

In these three years...

It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that Wen Zhi always refrained from sexual activity; there were always times when things got out of hand and he simply couldn't resist.

But more often than not, he solves things in other ways. Wen Zhi doesn't know how he came up with so many tricks, but he always manages to make Wen Yisheng surrender.

Just kidding. He's terrified that Wen Yisheng will cheat on him due to unsatisfied desires. He'll serve her even better.

Wen Yisheng: "..." What filthy things are you thinking?

If there's any pressure after marrying Wen Zhi, then... Wen Yisheng is most afraid of receiving phone calls from Wen Congnan.

Perhaps it was because the Lu family had gained a grandson, but Lu's father always boasted about it to Wen Congnan. Wen Congnan didn't show it on his face, but he was actually anxious inside.

He also wants to have a grandchild.

Wen Yihan spends all his time in the army and doesn't even have a girl by his side, so he can't count on her.

He had no standing as a father to Wen Zhi, so he could only pressure Wen Yisheng to have a child.

This caused Wen Yisheng to feel a headache whenever she saw Wen Congnan's phone call.

"Sheng Sheng, come over for dinner this weekend, and bring Wen Zhi with you." Wen Congnan made the final decision and hung up the phone.

night.

Wen Yisheng leaned against Wen Zhi's chest, hugging his strong waist, and sighed softly, "Wen Zhi, do you like children?"

"How about we have a baby?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhi stared intently at her, seemingly excited, his waist and abdomen hardening abnormally, yet he shook his head: "I don't like it. But if you want to have a child, then have one."

Wen Yisheng nestled in his arms and looked up at him, asking, "Will you love our baby as much as you love me?"

"..." Wen Zhi was silent for a moment, then answered truthfully, "It's hard to say."

Wen Yisheng's expression was serious as she poked his forehead with her finger: "How can you be a father like this? You're so irresponsible."

As parents, we must take responsibility for the baby we bring into this world. The birth and growth of a life is truly sacred and arduous.

Regardless of whether Wen Zhi's extreme personality traits will affect the baby, his personality is destined to be unsuitable for raising children.

There are too many examples online of children suffering from low self-esteem and unhappiness due to unhappy family backgrounds. Children cannot choose whether or not they are born, but adults can. Having children is not a hobby, not a toy, not for old age care, and not proof of the existence of love.

For Wen Yisheng, if she cannot provide her baby with the purest paternal and maternal love and a good living environment, she would rather not have a child.

Wen Zhi remained silent, wrapped his arms around Wen Yisheng's waist and pulled her into his embrace, then bit her lip: "Then we won't have children."

"You only have me, and I only have you." That's what he wants most.

child?

He himself was a deformed and defective product.

The thought that Wen Yisheng was willing to have a baby for him made him happy and excited, but he wouldn't do it. He didn't like children and wouldn't put in the effort to raise them.

Even if he were to be raised, it was Wen Yisheng who made him do so. He was cold-blooded and ruthless towards everyone and everything except Wen Yisheng.

"Okay, no more children." Wen Yisheng repeated herself, perhaps because women are born with maternal instincts, she felt a little wistful.

However, there's another point: having children could potentially affect her figure, and she's also selfish, preferring dancing to being a mother.

-

When Wen Zhi returned home from get off work, he found a little one in the house.

The little guy sat on the living room carpet, his short hair slightly curly, wearing overalls, his chubby hands fiddling with a toy train on the floor.

It seemed to sense that someone was coming.

The little guy looked up at Wen Zhi, his big eyes bright, and blinked: "Hi, Uncle Wen Zhi."

"..." Wen Zhi had seen him before; this was Lu Zhizhou's two-year-old son, named Lu Youming.

"Xiaoyou, it's time for your milk." Wen Yisheng brought over the prepared formula, saw Wen Zhi, and casually said, "Off work."

"Mmm." Wen Zhi reached out and hugged her, giving her a kiss as usual.

Wen Yisheng brushed him aside and squatted down to pick up Lu Youming.

"Sister, your neinei is so, so sweet." Lu Youming, who has had social skills since childhood, was already trying to please his beautiful older sister even when he was just over two years old.

Wen Zhi was completely ignored, his face darkened, and he stood quietly in place.

uncle?

elder sister?

How did Lu Zhizhou raise his children?

Wen Yisheng smiled and couldn't help but kiss the little guy's chubby face.

Wen Zhi frowned as he looked at it; it was too glaring.

Then, feeling that it was childish of her to be jealous of a two-year-old, she casually patted Lu Youming's head, then sat down next to Wen Yisheng and wrapped her arms around her waist: "What's going on here?"

Wen Yisheng really didn't have time to look at Wen Zhi. She took out a tissue to wipe the little guy's mouth and said, "I have something to do while drawing. Please ask me to take care of Xiaoyou for a day. They will be back tomorrow."

"And at night?"

"We'll take care of Xiaoyou."

There is no children's room in the house.

"So Xiaoyou will sleep with me." After saying that, Wen Yisheng also felt that she had neglected someone.

She turned her head, cupped Wen Zhi's expressionless face, and said gently, "I'm sorry to trouble you to move to the side bedroom to sleep for the night, is that alright, honey..."

Wen Zhi glanced at the little guy holding the milk bottle and drinking milk, his eyes sparkling.

He gave a slight, faint smile: "What do you think?"

-

At night, two adults and a little one lay in bed.

How could Wen Zhi possibly move to her side-lying position?

The first time in his life he bathed a boy was actually Lu Zhizhou's son.

Just kidding. Men and women shouldn't touch each other; he couldn't possibly let Wen Yisheng bathe other men, could he?

Oh, not even a two-year-old.

Wen Yisheng was telling Lu Youming a story to lull him to sleep.

The little one is quite energetic. In unfamiliar places, he doesn't cry or fuss, nor does he look for his parents: "Sister, I want to hear... the story of the little pig."

"Sure," Wen Yisheng said patiently as she explained the story of the little pig to him.

Wen Zhi, dressed in black pajamas, lay on one side, his short, fluffy hair falling over his eyebrows and eyes, his hands behind his head, quietly staring at the two figures, one large and one small.

...It was definitely the right choice for his mother not to have children.

Wen Yisheng never told him any stories.

But this scene was incredibly tender; a smile unconsciously curved his lips as he refrained from disturbing it.

An hour later. The kid was still awake.

Wen Zhi grew impatient, reached out and placed his hand on her waist, giving it a suggestive rub.

Wen Yisheng swatted away his malicious clutches and glared at him: "Stop messing around, Xiaoyou will be asleep soon."

"That's for the best," he scoffed unhappily.

Sure enough, Lu Youming fell asleep after a while. Wen Yisheng covered him with a blanket, stretched, and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Wen Zhi pulled her into his arms and said, "It's my turn now."

"What? You pervert!" Wen Yisheng pushed him away. "Not today. Xiao You is sleeping. Don't disturb him..."

Wen Zhi gently bit her earlobe, his long, slender hand slowly tracing upwards along her leg, a mischievous smile on his face: "Then you'd better hold back and keep your voice down."

"...Mmm." Wen Yisheng was about to refuse when Wen Zhi kissed her lips, preventing her from making a sound.

The kiss ended, but it continued.

Wen Yisheng always felt like she was being watched, so she pushed Wen Zhi away forcefully and turned her face away.

The little guy, who had been sleeping, blinked his bright eyes and stared at them with a mischievous grin: "Hehe."

Wen Zhi: "..."

Wen Yisheng: "..."

-

I went back to my family home in Wenzhou for the weekend.

At the dinner table, Wen Congnan, as usual, subtly and overtly urged the couple to have a child.

After dinner, Wen Zhi was called into the study. Wen Congnan went straight to the point and asked, "When exactly are you and Sheng Sheng planning to have a child? I'll put it this way: I'll leave all my assets to my grandson, whether it's a girl or a boy, it doesn't matter. In short, if you don't have a child, I won't give you a single penny."

He knew that Wen Zhi didn't care about his property, but he still had to make his stance clear.

Wen Zhi listened without much expression, and said calmly, "She can't have children."

"Why can't you give birth?" Wen Congnan asked incredulously.

"I've had my tubal ligation done."

"Who got a vasectomy?"

"I."

Wen Congnan slammed his fist on the table, furious: "Are you really planning to cut off your lineage?" He still had some of the traditional values ​​of the older generation.

For example, it is the eldest son's responsibility to carry on the family line.

"You're so young, only twenty-five. Why would you do that kind of shady surgery? You two kids are just being ridiculous!"

Wen Zhi casually raised an eyebrow: "I don't like wearing condoms, and taking pills is bad for Asheng's health. This is the simplest method of contraception."

Male sterilization is a simple procedure that only blocks sperm in the amniotic fluid. It has no impact on health or sexual function, and can be reversed if one wants to have children again.

"Get out of here!"

Wen Zhi calmly walked out of the study.

Wen Yisheng sat in the living room.

His gaze locked onto the past, and tenderness welled up in his eyes. He took his lover's hand and said, "Let's go home."