An Jing immediately asked with glee, "Can I bring the kids?"
Xiao Changyi was silent for a moment before saying, "The child is still young, and you can sit on the bed and take care of them."
An Jing was also silent for a moment and then chuckled, "Forget what I just said, but you did say you’d let me get out of bed and walk around when the time comes. You can’t go back on your word, you know?"
"Then hurry and let me hold the child. I haven’t really held them properly since they were born." An Jing leaned back against the headboard, excited for Xiao Changyi to hand her the child.
Xiao Changyi didn’t immediately pass the child over but instead asked, "Which one do you want to hold?"
"This..." An Jing was suddenly in a dilemma; she had only two hands and could hold only one child, unable to hold all four at once. However, she quickly shrugged off the difficulty and smiled, "Let’s go from oldest to youngest, hand over Jing’er first."
All the children were hers, and she loved each one equally; besides, she had to set an example by treating each of her children fairly.
Only then did Xiao Changyi pick up Su Yi Jing, the little fellow from the rocking crib, and handed him over to An Jing.
And as soon as Su Yi Jing was in An Jing’s arms, he began to cry loudly.
Without hurrying to comfort her eldest son, An Jing looked up at Xiao Changyi with a mournful expression, "Husband, it’s all your fault. You haven’t let me get up and hold the children these last few days. Look at Jing’er, he started crying the moment he got into my arms..."
Xiao Changyi didn’t say anything to An Jing but instead bent down, expressionless, and said three words to little Su Yi Jing: "Stop crying."
Little Su Yi Jing, who had been bawling his eyes out, immediately stopped crying and looked at Xiao Changyi with red eyes.
After a moment of silence, An Jing felt even more aggrieved, "Husband, now the children only feel close to you..."
In the past few days, except for when the Washerwoman came to help bathe the four children in an herbal bath during their first month, it was mostly her own husband who personally took care of the four children.
Even though they were his own children, Xia Changyi was still mostly silent with the four of them, let alone cajoling them, and his handsome face was still as expressionless as ever.
But surprisingly, the four children really responded to Xiao Changyi’s method.
Like whenever the children cried, but as soon as they saw Xiao Changyi’s face, regardless of whether he spoke to them or not, they would stop crying.
Especially the third child, An Yiqing, who not only wouldn’t cry but would giggle happily at Xiao Changyi.
Xiao Changyi said indifferently, "Once you hold them for a few days, they will feel close to you, too."
An Jing poked her eldest son’s soft face with her finger and huffed, "If after a few days they still don’t feel close to me, I’ll throw them all away."
Xiao Changyi said, "You might as well throw them to the old man to take care of."
An Jing immediately broke into laughter, "Wouldn’t it be better to just throw them out directly?"
Xiao Changyi replied, "You wouldn’t bear to."
An Jing pretended to be fierce, "Don’t call me out on it!"
Xiao Changyi immediately said, "You do care."
An Jing then laughed again, "Four kids are a bit much, but since you alone can handle all four of them, there’s even less chance we’ll be handing over the kids to someone else."
Xiao Changyi: ...Is it too late for him to pretend he doesn’t know how to take care of children now?
Seeing what was on Xiao Changyi’s mind, An Jing laughed joyfully, "It’s too late, haha... Actually, you’re not that great at taking care of kids, it’s just that our four children really take to the way their dad does things."