After the wedding, everyone in the family, except for the couple themselves, was immersed in the anticipation of a new life.
The day the newlyweds returned from their honeymoon, as they pushed open the door of Yasong Residence, they saw Old Pei and Old Jiang each brewing a pot of tea in the living room, discussing which family had added another boy to their lineage and which had welcomed a new daughter.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuyao felt such a headache that she wanted to turn back the way she came, but Pei Yan grabbed her by the hand.
The man slowly wrapped his arm around his petite wife's shoulders, tilted his head, and chuckled lowly, "Older people always envy this and envy that, why not have a child for them to play with?"
Jiang Shuyao swept him a silent stare, "My child is not a toy."
Before Pei Yan could respond, she switched tracks, "What, do you want to be a dad?"
The two locked eyes, and the air quieted down.
