"Husband, I heard what others said. If it's a girl, the mother will become beautiful. If it's a boy, the mother will become ugly. So, do you want me to become beautiful or ugly." He Miao asked, folding the baby clothes Cheng Pu had just bought.
"I hope you become beautiful. Boy, noisy." Cheng Pu stroked He Miao's hair.
"Girl... It's time for someone to compete with me for favor," He Miao teased with a pout.
"Why... You are jealous of my daughter." Cheng Pu hugged the person in his arms tightly.
Postpartum
Xia Jun, He Miao's father, held the little meat ball in front of him.
"My precious grandson. Grandpa and grandma are here to see you." Xia Xiajun looked at the little meat ball, his eyes full of joy.
"I disappoint you~ I'm not my daughter." He Miao stuck out her tongue with a look of joy on her face.
"So work hard." Cheng Pu lowered his head and said in He Miao's ear. "Thank you for your hard work, but you still have me."
In the days that followed... Cheng Pu's father and He Miao's mother began to work hard.