Because no one knew why Pan Shuangquan and his family were arrested, it made everyone even more fearful of the government.
Shi Xiaolan had come to An Jing the next day after Pan Shuangquan was apprehended to tell her about it, and An Jing knew right away that it must have been something her husband had done.
But she still didn’t ask her husband about it.
Sometimes, there are things you’re better off not knowing than knowing.
Her husband must have considered this point, too, which is why he didn’t bring it up with her voluntarily.
An Jing truly didn’t care about Pan Shuangquan and his family, she had never taken them to heart, and at the moment, what concerned her was the arrangement of her four beloved sons’ one-month birthday celebration.
Last time, taking into account her health, her husband made the "washing three" ceremony exceptionally simple, but the day after tomorrow, for the one-month celebration, they should invite some family and friends to gather and celebrate. The Emperor of Xiyun and Su Chengyu wouldn’t be able to come, but they could invite friends like Wang Youbao and Shi Xiaolan for a meal.
After coaxing the four children to sleep, An Jing and Xiao Changyi finally turned off the lights and went to bed.
With the lights extinguished, the room was pitch black.
The rocking crib was right next to the bed, and with her eyes closed, snuggled in Xiao Changyi’s embrace, An Jing listened to the steady breathing of her four children, her heart brimming with satisfaction and happiness.
Even in the dark, the corners of her mouth kept curving upwards.
"Husband," An Jing’s voice was very soft, so as not to wake the children.
"Hmm?" Xiao Changyi responded gently, but then, he tightened his hold on An Jing and kissed her forehead.
An Jing chuckled softly for a while, then said, "The day after tomorrow is the children’s one-month birthday. I’m planning to invite Youbao, Wuyu, and Xiao Lan over for a meal to celebrate—what do you think?"
"I ask what you think, and you just ’hmm’? What does that mean?" An Jing said with a laugh as she lightly punched him.
Xiao Changyi hugged her tighter, lowered his head, and captured her lips, kissing her deeply for a while before saying, "Good."
An Jing laughed again, "Only I and the children can put up with your personality." She was still quite amazed that their four children liked him so much despite his cold and reticent nature.
Xiao Changyi didn’t say anything, just kissed her again.
An Jing was even more amused, "Do you even want me to talk anymore?"
"I don’t," Xiao Changyi replied very directly, while continuing to kiss her. His intention was very clear—he just wanted to kiss her.
An Jing was so delighted that she let him kiss her while deliberately saying, "But I want to talk."
Only then did Xiao Changyi stop kissing her and asked, "What is it?"
"Actually, nothing. I just want to talk to you," she replied.
"Don’t we talk every day?" And a lot at that.
An Jing immediately feigned displeasure, "What, now that we have children, you’re not willing to talk a little more with me?"
Xiao Changyi slowly said, "I really don’t mind having the old man take care of the kids." He still preferred their twosome world.
An Jing burst into laughter at once, "Husband, you win again."
Xiao Changyi responded indifferently, "No, I didn’t win, I lost. I lost my whole heart to you."
Listening to him, An Jing felt incredibly sweet inside, "Husband, you’re making me so sweet, tell me, what reward do you want?"
Xiao Changyi didn’t speak, but his thin lips pressed against hers.
An Jing immediately understood and responded to Xiao Changyi.
Two days flew by in the blink of an eye.
Tomorrow would be the one-month birthday of the four children, but neither An Jing nor Xiao Changyi were busy. The ones who were busy were Meng Lanqing and Meng Zhuqing; An Jing and Xiao Changyi just needed to look after the children.
No, Xiao Changyi also had to look after An Jing.