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

Wen Zhaoci's kisses fell softly and densely, from her neck to her cheek, gentle yet forceful, gradually eroding her resistance.

Warm breath enveloped her, a familiar and intoxicating scent surrounding her.

Gradually, Sang Jiuning's tense body softened, her originally clear mind became dizzy from the kiss, her eyelids grew heavy, and most of the irritation in her heart dissipated.

He gently and skillfully removed her clothes, the cool air brushed against her skin, and then his warm palms covered her.

His large hands were firmly clasped around her waist.

This time, he showed no restraint, like the surging waves, the spray crashing against the rocks.

After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm.

Sang Jiuning leaned weakly against him, her body covered in a light sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water. She didn't even have the strength to lift her arms, and her whole being was languid and relaxed.

The frustration that had been building up for so long has finally vanished.

Wen Zhaoci looked down at the flushed cheeks and wet eyes of the person in his arms, his fingertips gently stroking her face. His voice was deep and magnetic, filled with a tender smile: "Wife, are you feeling better now?"

Sang Jiuning, panting, rested her head on his chest, too lazy to look up, her voice soft and languidly resigned: "Hmm, a little bit better."

This perfunctory reply deepened the smile in Wen Zhaoci's eyes, his voice tinged with a seductive hook. He leaned close to her ear and whispered teasingly, "Then it seems I haven't tried hard enough."

Before Sang Jiuning could react, he bent down and carefully and steadily picked her up, placing her on his lap, so that the two of them were facing each other.

His warm breath covered her lips again.

"Honey, don't rush, take your time."

He pressed his forehead against hers and said, "This used to be your favorite. I'll take my time with you."

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiuning's ears turned bright red instantly. She raised her hand and gently punched his chest, feeling both shy and soft-hearted. In the end, she could only obediently take control of the rhythm herself.

❀

On the small bed next to the main bed, the newborn baby, just a few days old, was sleeping peacefully, his little face chubby and his breathing soft and shallow.

Little Lemon sat cross-legged on the edge of the big bed, her two chubby little legs dangling in the air, swinging slowly back and forth. Her little feet were white, tender, and soft, making her exceptionally cute.

She stared at her sleeping little brother next to her for a long time, her little head filled with questions. Finally, she couldn't help but turn to look at Sang Jiu Ning and ask in her childish voice.

"Mom, my little brother has been out of your tummy for days now, why haven't we named him yet?"

The little girl's eyes crinkled into crescents, and she looked very serious, deeply troubled by the fact that her younger brother didn't have a name.

Before Sang Jiuning could answer, the little mosquito standing by the bed immediately chimed in, as if it knew some earth-shattering secret.

"We already have a name! Dad even picked one out: 'Little Rascal'!"

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiuning sighed helplessly and rubbed her forehead, her brow twitching violently twice.

She had completely figured out Wen Zhaoci's thoughts.

Ever since the birth of her third son, Wen Zhaoci has held a grudge against her because of the surgery she underwent during her cesarean section, and she dislikes this youngest son from the bottom of her heart.

At home, he constantly refers to his child as a "little brat," showing no semblance of a proper father and becoming increasingly unreliable.

What kind of father calls his own son that every day? Only Wen Zhaoci would do something like that.

She smiled at the two little ones and softly suggested, "This name isn't suitable for your little brother. Why don't you two help him think of a nice nickname?"

Without a second thought, the little mosquito resolutely shook its head in refusal, its little head bobbing like a rattle drum: "I won't get up! You little brat, that's fine! That's what Daddy calls you!"

In the little mosquito's limited understanding, whatever her father said was right, and she was too lazy to bother thinking of a new name.

Little Lemon immediately frowned and retorted seriously, her little face both earnest and adorable: "No way! 'Little brat' sounds awful! My little brother should be called DouDou!"

Sang Jiuning was amused by her daughter's adorable appearance, her eyes filled with tenderness, and she softly asked, "Why do you call her Dou Dou? Tell Mommy the reason, baby."

Little Lemon proudly raised her little face, swaying her short legs, and said with an innocent and righteous expression, "Because of eating, sleeping, and playing with beans!"

"My cousin Mu Ye from Uncle Mu Ze's family told me that little brothers are for hitting! So, our little brother is named Dou Dou, which is just right!"

Sang Jiuning: "..."

She was speechless for a moment, her lips twitching violently a few times.

So that's how this nickname came about.

She finally understood that she hadn't disciplined her daughter enough; she was getting bolder and bolder, and her mind was full of mischief at such a young age.

And then there's Zhao Muze's family. The three little boys are all incredibly naughty. Sure enough, nothing good ever happens when kids get together. They've corrupted her well-behaved little lemon. Their parenting methods are really not good!

Sang Jiuning silently complained to herself, then turned around and told Wen Zhaoci, who had just entered the room, about it.

Wen Zhaoci was not angry at all after hearing this; instead, she smiled indulgently and had no objection whatsoever.

In his heart, whatever his daughter says is right, and the whole world should indulge his little lemon.

As for the youngest son? Just like the eldest son, you can call him whatever you want; the youngest son was purely an unexpected bonus.

"Let's listen to our daughter and name her DouDou."

With a wave of his hand, Wen Zhaoci made the decision, and the nickname for the third child was decided so hastily and humorously as DouDou.

As the days went by, Little Bean perfectly lived up to her nickname, being exceptionally easy to take care of from a young age.

This child has always had a huge appetite and never throws a tantrum; he's a true little foodie.

At one year old, the little guy was already chubby and fair-skinned, with round arms and legs that looked like tender white lotus roots. His face was plump and his profile was chubby, just like Shin-chan.

His body is soft and bouncy, and his skin feels incredibly smooth and tender. The whole family loves to touch him and likes to pinch his little face whenever they have a spare moment.

That afternoon, Tang Tongtong made a special trip to visit Sang Jiuning and the children.

Looking at little Dou Dou sitting obediently on the living room carpet, munching on her baby food, she couldn't help but chuckle and tease Sang Jiu Ning: "Ning Ning, the more I look at you, the more curious I become. You were so meticulous when you raised your twins, worrying about everything. How come your approach to raising the third child is completely different, making him so chubby?"

Sang Jiuning leaned back on the sofa, looking at her well-behaved youngest son, her eyes gentle, and she casually explained with a smile.

"As the old saying goes, the eldest is raised by the book, the second by pigs. My third child is raised in a completely free-range mode."

"I really haven't managed him much. He's such a good child. No matter what kind of complementary food or meals I make, he eats them obediently and isn't picky at all. As long as there's food, he can sit quietly for an entire afternoon without crying or making a fuss. He's much better behaved than his older siblings when they were little."