He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

The moment the operating room door opened, Wen Zhaoci's body, which had been tense for hours, instantly froze.

He rushed forward, his gaze not immediately falling on his newborn son, but fixed on the pale-faced Sang Jiuning.

The doctor's words, "The baby is breech and a C-section is necessary. The mother has suffered a lot," are still stuck in his ears and he can't shake them off.

Sang Jiuning was covered with a thin blanket, her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, the incision from her cesarean section was still throbbing, and she was so weak that she could not open her eyes.

Wen Zhaoci carefully took her hand, his fingertips brushing against her slender wrist, and the next second, his eyes reddened.

Without any warning, large tears started falling.

Plop, plop.

Warm tears fell onto the back of Sang Jiuning's hand, burning her fingertips slightly.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a sour and bitter feeling, and he was in excruciating pain.

Because of this mischievous little rascal in his belly, whose position was crooked, the little girl he cherished had to undergo surgery and suffer so much pain.

The thought of the long incision on her stomach, the fear and anxiety she felt before the surgery, and the pain she endured afterward, made Wen Zhaoci's heart feel like it was being squeezed tightly, causing him to tremble with pain.

He didn't even bother to raise his hand to wipe his tears. He just held Sang Jiu Ning's hand tightly, his shoulders trembling slightly, tears streaming down his face silently.

The two little ones standing next to them were stunned.

Little Lemon was the first to react. She toddled over to the bedside, her little body resting on the edge. She stretched out her soft little hands, grabbed her sleeves, and rubbed them haphazardly against Wen Zhaoci's face.

Her eyes were still very young, but her tone was serious, with a hint of a little adult scolding her: "Daddy, don't cry."

"You're a grown man, why are you still crying? Tears are worthless, shame on you."

The little mosquito, following closely behind, nodded in agreement, its brows furrowed tightly, its little mouth dripping with venom, adding in a childish voice, "It's really worthless! Daddy looks ugly when he cries, just like your newborn brother! All wrinkled and not pretty at all!"

The two little ones chatted away, their clear, childlike voices echoing in the quiet ward.

Sang Jiuning, who was still in pain, couldn't help but burst out laughing when her two little darlings amused her.

She turned her head and looked at the man in front of her who was crying like a wronged big boy. His voice was still a little hoarse, and he was weak from just giving birth. She smiled and joked, "Honey, they weren't wrong. You really do look a little ugly when you cry."

Wen Zhaoci, who was already feeling wronged, was completely deflated now.

He always joined the two little ones in complaining about him.

He glanced down at the quiet little third child in the swaddling clothes, and his eyes instantly dimmed, showing none of the ecstatic joy he had felt when he first saw his twins.

He thought to himself: This little brat is here to bring misfortune to his wife. He's not well-behaved at all, so it's better if he doesn't care.

When Sang Jiuning gave birth to twins, Wen Zhaoci was a full-time stay-at-home dad and personal postpartum nanny. He personally took care of everything, from feeding the babies and changing diapers to putting them to sleep and preparing nutritious meals. He was so meticulous that there was not a single fault with him.

But after giving birth to her third child, Wen Zhaoci simply gave up.

Although he still moved all his work back home, he refused all social engagements, business trips, and meetings outside, and handed them all over to his assistant, Lu Xiangyang.

Lu Xiangyang has completely switched to 24-hour standby mode, doing the work of three people, his salary has tripled, and he will also receive a generous year-end bonus. He is full of energy and extremely happy every day.

Wen Zhaoci's entire heart was set on Sang Jiuning.

For three whole months, we stayed by each other's side without leaving for a moment.

He had to eat next to her, hold her while resting, and even when Sang Jiuning was lying down watching dramas or sunbathing, he would quietly stick to her side. The two of them were like conjoined twins, unable to bear being apart for even a moment.

Sang Jiuning knew in her heart that Wen Zhaoci felt sorry for her suffering during her C-section and wanted to stay with her and make it up to her.

However, after giving birth, her hormone levels remained unstable, making her exceptionally sensitive and irritable. Even the smallest thing could make her feel restless for half a day.

That afternoon, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the French windows, warmly falling on the bed.

Sang Jiuning leaned against the headboard and closed her eyes to rest. She had only dozed off for a short while when a warm body pressed against her.

Wen Zhaoci gently hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her neck, his warm breath showering her delicate neck.

At first, everything was fine, but before long, Sang Jiuning clearly felt the man behind her breathing gradually become deeper and hotter, and his originally docile hands began to restlessly caress her waist.

The sticky touch and the burning breath combined instantly stirred up the restlessness in her heart.

She was already emotionally unstable and awkward, and his constant pestering made her even more uncomfortable, causing her anger to flare up instantly.

Sang Jiuning's brows were furrowed tightly, her tone clearly impatient and angry as she coldly said, "Wen Zhaoci, can't you control yourself?"

She was really annoyed.

Her mood has been fluctuating these past few days.

But Wen Zhaoci would stick to her every day, his eyes burning with passion, his little actions never ceasing, making her suffer terribly each time.

Wen Zhaoci, standing behind him, instantly felt wronged.

He tightened his arms, pulling her closer, his voice low and filled with pitifulness and helplessness, like a large, bullied dog: "Wife, I really tried my best to control myself."

"It's been such a long, long time since we've been really close, I just can't control myself."

He felt extremely frustrated.

They had never been like this before. Except for menstrual periods, the two of them were together almost every day, clinging and sweet.

Even though Sang Jiuning was pregnant, they only reduced the frequency of their encounters, without lowering the overall frequency.

But ever since she gave birth to her third child via cesarean section, Sang Jiuning has been avoiding and pushing him away, not giving him any chance to get close.

Sang Jiuning felt even more annoyed and didn't want to waste any more words with him.

Overwhelmed by her frustration, she raised her hand and, without hesitation, lightly slapped Wen Zhaoci on the back.

The force wasn't heavy, but it carried an air of displeasure.

"Stop messing around, I'm really annoyed," she said sullenly.

But this slap on Wen Zhaoci did not make him restrain himself; instead, it seemed to ignite a flame in his heart, making him even more audacious.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against the side of her neck, his thin lips gently kissing her skin, his voice carrying a seductive smile: "Wife, you're just in a bad mood and too hot-tempered."

"The old saying goes that yin and yang should be in harmony. If we harmonize them, your mood will immediately improve, and you'll feel comfortable all over."

Sang Jiuning was so bothered by him that she couldn't do anything about it, and her mind was in a mess.