His Sweet Wife Is Like Honey, and the Abstinent CEO Keeps Wanting a Second Child

Her only goal in life was to have his babies. “Honey, come home quickly. I’m ovulating today.” Whenever Mr. Song heard this, he would rise gracefully from a business dinner and say with a straight face, “I’m sorry, I forgot to feed the cat at home.” “Can’t you ask a servant to feed the cat? Why do it yourself?” everyone asked, baffled. Mr. Song smiled. “It’s fun.” Ten months later, the couple welcomed a little baby. “Honey, I’m not having a second baby, not happening!” she cried in a panic, a complete change from before. “You don’t have to,” he whispered in her ear. “But we should still enjoy the process. After all, the almanac says today is a good day for planting.” …Here comes the adorable divider… Little Scene 1: He said, “Wife, you’re my rib.” Baby A: “Mom, he said you’re a spare rib.” Baby B: “Dad loves eating ribs best.”