Four children, so little, dressed alike, were all sprawled on the bed—it was an adorable and amusing sight.
An Jing, who had initially been down due to An Yiyun’s health, felt much better upon seeing this scene, and even burst out laughing.
However, because An Yiyun was frail, he couldn’t stay sprawled out for too long. After a short while, he began to have difficulty breathing and started to groan in discomfort. Xiao Changyi, seeing this, quickly turned An Yiyun over and held him in his arms.
An Jing’s spirits had been lifted by the four little ones’ antics, but now, An Yiyun’s silent demonstration of his frailty made her heart ache in an instant.
An Yiyun was not seriously ill; he simply had difficulty breathing briefly. After catching his breath, he looked up at Xiao Changyi’s face and his little mouth immediately broke into a smile.
Seeing An Jing distressed, Xiao Changyi handed An Yiyun to her.
An Jing took him in her arms. An Yiyun smiled at her with his little mouth gaping, sweetening her heartache.
"Husband, why hasn’t there been any news from Meng Lanqing?" It had been a month and a half since the last letter from Meng Lanqing, and without any correspondence, they had no idea whether Meng Lanqing had found Gong Juechen yet.
Xiao Changyi said, "Meng Zhuqing has already dispatched someone to investigate, don’t worry."
"How can I not worry when Yuner’s health is ..." An Jing trailed off, unable to continue.
Xiao Changyi, also at a loss for comforting words, glanced from the corner of his eye and saw his third son grinning and drooling like Maitreya Buddha, adorably silly. He said, "Jing Er, look at Qinger."
Upon hearing this, An Jing instinctively looked at An Yiqing. Seeing him drooling with a sweet and irresistible smile, she burst into laughter, "You should wipe it off for him, look how he’s made the bed dirty. He doesn’t drool in his own little bed, but as soon as he gets on ours, the drool just doesn’t stop. How are we supposed to sleep at night?"
Xiao Changyi was indifferent, "A change of bed linens should suffice."
An Jing was amused once again. "You’re saying that now because you don’t have to wash them. If you had to, just washing the diapers our four sons go through each day would keep you busy for half the day."
Xiao Changyi replied, "They’re our children, I’m willing to be a bit busy for them."
An Jing felt as sweet as honey, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, then said with a smile, "Husband, when the children get a bit older, we’ll have Meng Zhuqing and the others leave. It’ll just be you, me, and our children at home. What do you think, good or not?"
"It’s fortunate our four children like you so much. You always know how to calm them down, to stop their crying and fussing. Otherwise, not to mention just ’One Person’, even the two of us might not be able to manage all four children."
Xiao Changyi fell silent for a moment, then said, "Your belly is quite competitive."
Upon hearing this, An Jing laughed delightedly, "Having four is indeed a feat on my part, but that I gave birth to all boys—that credit goes to you."
Xiao Changyi had heard before that An Jing releasing four eggs at once might have caused her to birth quadruplets and also that the determination of the child’s sex was up to the male, so he understood what she was saying.
Xiao Changyi then reached out to touch An Jing’s belly. Touching her stomach, he said very seriously, "In the future, don’t be so competitive, it’s better not to be."
Four children were really enough.