I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

After Wen Wan finished her confinement, it was her baby’s full-month birthday.

Although her figure became plump after giving birth, it did not affect her ability to wear dresses.

During the confinement period, she ate and slept, and her skin became white and bright, and even developed milky skin. Even Wen Nuanxi couldn't help but sigh, she was so envious and wanted to have it.

In the banquet hall of a five-star hotel, He Lanchen was holding his son, and the baby in his arms was sleeping soundly. The baby had a chubby face and a delicate appearance. Everyone wanted to hold him, but the Qiao family and the He family were watching closely and would not let them.

No one has the courage to let outsiders hold this only little grandson.

If the child starts crying, it will take a long time to coax him to stop crying.

"Sister, if you are tired, let's go to the lounge and sit for a while." Wen Nuanxi stood beside Wen Wan and whispered in her ear.

Wen Wan wasn't tired, but she was a little uncomfortable seeing so many people right after leaving the confinement period.

"By the way, Nuannuan, you've been away from home lately, going out early and coming back late. I heard from my master that you often smile foolishly while holding your cell phone. Could it be that you're in love?" She stretched out her fingers and gently tickled her sister's waist.

Wen Nuanxi grabbed Wen Wan's hand itchyly and smiled brightly, "Not really, he's a little hard to pursue."

"Is it the comic book author?"

Wen Wan remembered the male author who had lined up with Wen Nuanxi in person to sign for the documents.

Wen Nuanxi nodded gently and sighed with frustration, "Sister, he doesn't seem to be willing to interact with me."

Wen Wan didn't have much experience in dating, and she married He Lanchen directly.

"What's your progress? What stage have you reached?" Wen Wan asked.

Wen Nuanxi shook her head with a depressed expression, "No progress at all."

"Nuannuan, do you believe me?" Wen Wan asked.

"Please teach me, sister."

Wen Nuanxi clasped her hands together and bowed to Wen Wan mischievously.

She pointed in the direction of Yan Ting and said, "Get in touch with more young talents of similar age to him. You have to create a sense of crisis in him. When you have the market and he has competitors, you can better achieve your goal."

Wen Nuanxi understood Wen Wan's opinion.

"Taller, my sister is still taller." She gave Wen Wan a thumbs up.

Wen Wan smiled and touched her head, then said with a wry smile, "It's all based on experience. If I hadn't been so obsessed with He Lanchen at the beginning, I wouldn't have suffered so much later."

"It's okay, it's all over. Look, you have a baby now!" Wen Nuanxi comforted her.

The full moon banquet began. He Lanchen held his son in one hand and held Wen Wan's hand with the other.

The guests were whispering about the fact that they were currently divorced.

Mrs. Qiao was not angry at all when she heard their conversation. She lowered her voice and told them, "Divorce or marriage is fine. As long as the Qiao family and the He family are on good terms and have a new heir, it's better than all of you fake couples who maintain a superficial relationship."

Others may not know about the things going on in wealthy families, but Old Madam Qiao knows them very well.

Madam He also joined the battle with a smile. She pointed at her little grandson who was sleeping on the stage and said, "My little grandson's biological mother is the eldest daughter of the Qiao family. Marriage and divorce will not affect my little grandson's future inheritance rights at all. Don't you agree?"

Old Madam He knew how to hurt people. One word she said made the guests sitting at her table feel so ashamed that they felt embarrassed.

Old Mrs. Qiao silently gave her a thumbs up to express her praise.

Old Madam He elegantly held the wine glass and secretly took a sip of white wine. If she didn't drink something, she would not have the inspiration and vocabulary to curse when they had an argument later.

The guests around stopped gossiping.

After the full moon banquet, He Lanchen sent Wen Wan back to the Qiao family.

Recently, Wen Wan wanted to stay at the Qiao family for a while. Old Madam Qiao had finally returned home from the temple and wanted her to have more contact with the baby.

Old people live one day at a time.

On the way, He Lanchen often stole a glance at his son who had his eyes open and was blowing bubbles out of boredom.

"Is he hungry?" He Lanchen asked Wen Wan.

She placed her fingers under her son's lips and found that his tongue was not licking at all.

"His little tummy is full! He's probably just bored and playing by himself." Wen Wan observed the baby carefully.

This interesting scene put her in a very good mood.

The baby looked at He Lanchen for a while, then looked at Wen Wan, and then calmly went back to playing with bubbles.

"He doesn't cry or make a fuss. Is he really okay?" He Lanchen was very worried about his son's mental state.

Wen Wan rolled her eyes. "Didn't grandma tell you what you were like as a child last time? Based on your childhood experiences, the baby should have inherited your personality."

She stretched out her fingers and gently scratched her son's soft little face. He moved his little head and remained calm throughout the whole process.

He Lanchen believed that the baby was fine, but just didn't show much emotion.

When the car arrived at the Qiao family's house, He Lanchen got out holding the baby, holding Wen Wan's hand.

"When are you going to give me a formal status?" He Lanchen asked her as they walked.

Wen Wan chuckled and said, "Is status important to you?"

"Of course, a man without a status is like an orphan without a home."

He Lanchen strongly asked Wen Wan to give him a warm home.

Wen Wan stared at the baby in his arms and said, "Let's wait until our son is a little older."

He Lanchen had a headache, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he wrapped his thin long arms around Wen Wan's waist and brought the baby in his arms closer to her.

"You have such a cruel heart. I've been without a legal status for so long during my pregnancy, and now that our son is born you still refuse to agree to remarry." He looked at Wen Wan with a miserable voice.

She reached out and touched He Lanchen's handsome face, chuckled, "It doesn't matter, we are sleeping together anyway, what's the point of remarriage being just a piece of paper?"

He Lanchen simply couldn't win the argument with Wen Wan now, as she was now very eloquent and her ability to refute was extremely strong.

"You can't always ignore that kind of paper! Wife, can we remarry?" He hugged Wen Wan, and his thin lips almost kissed her red lips.

The baby suddenly sneezed, and his saliva covered He Lanchen's face.

Wen Wan quickly found a tissue to help He Lanchen wipe the saliva off his face. The "culprit" who had sneezed had his black eyes rolling around, not afraid of He Lanchen at all. He calmly sucked his little mouth and savored the milk he had just drunk not long ago.

"Do you think my son did it on purpose?" He Lanchen lowered his eyes to look at the little culprit in his arms, stretched out his finger and poked his son's face.

Wen Wan laughed, "He likes you. He is slow to change his emotions, but he is not stupid. Didn't you hear him crying when a stranger hugged him last time?"

He Lanchen didn't dare to recall the moment, his son cried so miserably that day.

"Wanwan, can we remarry soon?" He led Wen Wan towards the villa, repeating the same old tune.

My son’s sneeze almost interrupted my important plan of asking for a remarriage.

Wen Wan stood on tiptoe and kissed him on his thin lips, "It depends on my mood!"

She took her son away, left the sad He Lanchen behind, and went upstairs to rest alone.