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

Wen Wan hadn't thought about these details. "Are these experiences you learned from books?"

He Lanchen's chin was lifted up by her fingers, and the two of them looked very crowded lying on the narrow sofa.

"Well, postpartum depression will make the mother never want to have children again for the rest of her life." He didn't want to cause psychological trauma to Wen Wan.

Having children should be a happy thing, not a pain to think about.

"From what you said, you still want me to have another life?"

Wen Wan asked.

He Lanchen hugged her waist and rubbed his chin against her forehead, "You don't even agree to remarry, I don't dare to think about letting you get pregnant for the second time."

Wen Wan raised the corners of his lips and smiled, realizing that it was good not to remarry.

At least it was He Lanchen who was worried about his position, not her who was worried about her own position.

"Aren't we no different from an ordinary couple now?" Wen Wan changed her position and lay on He Lanchen again.

He sighed, "Forget it, as long as you are happy."

Anyway, I have already given birth to a son, so I am not afraid that she will not recognize him.

The two of them hugged each other and rested for more than half an hour. The baby probably felt Wen Wan's presence and slept uneasy, even kicking away the quilt.

"My son is awake. I'll go get him." He Lanchen said.

Wen Wan held him back and said, "I'll go!"

She stood up and walked to the crib, leaning over and picking up the awakened baby.

"Baby, do you miss mommy?" Wen Wan kissed her son's face.

She was going back to Jiangcheng today, so she took off her makeup to prevent her baby from getting skin allergies from the cosmetics.

He Lanchen stood behind her, extending his finger towards his son's small fist.

The little baby's eyes were busy looking at Wen Wan and then at He Lanchen.

While the two were busy entertaining the baby, He Lanchen's cell phone rang.

"Hello, grandma." He Lanchen turned on the speakerphone.

Madam He asked nervously, "Did you pick up Wanwan?"

"Master, I'm here with He Lanchen." Wen Wan shouted to Madam He on the other end of the phone.

He Lanchen hugged her and complained to Madam He on the other end of the phone, "Grandma, am I still your grandson?"

"I don't want to waste time talking to you. It's almost time to get off work. Your father is still waiting to hold the baby! You have no sympathy for us, the oldest people, and you bring the baby to the company every day. You make us wait so long, you have no conscience." Old Madam He took the opportunity to teach He Lanchen a lesson.

Wen Wan was holding the baby and giggling, and He Lanchen took the opportunity to kiss her on the face.

"Grandma, you're old now, and it'll be more tiring to hold the baby."

He Lanchen hurriedly protested.

Madam He became even angrier, "Your father is not very old, right? He is stronger than you in holding his grandson."

"Master, it won't be too late to settle the score with him when you get back." Wen Wan gave Madam He a good idea.

He Lanchen quickly cried out, "Am I still your grandson and husband?"

"No, you're not."

Madam He made a direct rebuttal without giving any face.

Wen Wan smiled secretly, expressing sympathy for He Lanchen's situation.

"Laugh if you want to!" He Lanchen took the baby from Wen Wan's arms and led her out of the office.

Wei Ming was left to work overtime, and He Lanchen left work early.

He family's old house.

Ever since Wen Wan gave birth to a baby, the Qiao family has been in frequent contact with each other.

The two families often visited and had meals together. Qiao Jianguo would sometimes seek tea with He Xin alone, and the two would go fishing together.

Mrs. Qiao would go to the He family to prepare delicious food for Wen Nuanxi, and spoil her like a little daughter. Mrs. He often asked the driver to take her to the temple to play chess and embroider with Mrs. Qiao.

"Madam, the young master and his wife are back with the young master."

The servant rushed into the house.

Madam He glared at the servant and said unhappily, "Don't make so much noise, or you might scare my little grandson."

Mrs. Qiao also nodded frequently, thinking that what Mrs. He said made sense.

Everyone gathered together for dinner and Mrs. Qiao also came back.

The baby was being looked after by a maid, but He Lanchen was worried, so he put the tablet aside and kept monitoring his sleeping son.

"Sister, today's seafood porridge is good." Wen Nuanxi handed the porridge to Wen Wan, and picked up an oyster for He Lanchen and put it on his plate. "Brother, eat more and try to make more branches for our He family."

Wen Nuanxi put the pressure of inducing labor on He Lanchen, and Wen Wan, who was drinking porridge, was almost choked to death.

"Wen Nuanxi, why are you bringing up such irrelevant issues?" He Lanchen glared at his sister.

Wen Nuanxi turned her gaze to He Xin, "Father, your son is mean to me."

"Wen Nuanxi, please be a human being!"

He Lanchen gritted his teeth and warned her.

Wen Nuanxi pointed at He Lanchen, not giving him any face, "Sister is good, brother is bad."

When Wen Wan heard the content of their conversation, he could only describe it as childish.

"You are almost sixty years old together, and you are still performing the love-hate drama every day." She shook her head helplessly and laughed.

He Lanchen no longer paid attention to Wen Nuanxi and continued chatting with Wen Wan with his head down. The relationship between the two was obvious to all the elders.

No one could fit into their world.

After dinner, Qiao Jianguo and Mrs. Qiao asked He Lanchen and Wen Wan for their opinions and took the baby back to the Qiao family.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the He family's old house, Wen Wan took her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath, and He Lanchen followed behind her.

"I'm going to take a shower. Why are you coming in?" Wen Wan put the clothes on the rack and stared at the man who refused to leave with her watery eyes.

He Lanchen began to unbutton his shirt and glanced at the bathtub which was filling with water.

"Wash them together, don't waste water."

He took off his shirt and threw it aside.

Wen Wan raised his hand to his forehead, speechless at He Lanchen's shameless behavior.

"He Lanchen, didn't you notice that everyone seemed to be helping you tacitly tonight?" She couldn't help but point out his little trick.

He unbuckled his belt and took off his suit pants, and Wen Wan stood still.

"Then will you cooperate with me?" He Lanchen walked up to her and helped her undress.

Wen Wan wanted to refuse, but before she could say the word "no", He Lanchen carried her to the bathtub.

The bathroom was filled with mist and she felt dizzy as she soaked in the hot water.

He Lanchen led her step by step into the trap he had woven. Her sanity was completely swallowed up by just the first step of kissing.

"Wan Wan, relax a little, don't be afraid." His big hands pressed against Wen Wan's soft waist, and his magnetic low voice was extremely hoarse, "Yes, don't tense your body too much."

Perhaps it was due to He Lanchen's gentle coaxing that Wen Wan's body gradually softened and she slowly got used to his rhythm.

"He Lanchen, you're just a filthy bastard." Wen Wan cursed him in a low voice.

He chuckled and kissed her soft lips, "If I didn't act like a hooligan, how could I have a baby?"

Wen Wan's whole body became hot, and she lost herself in He Lanchen's love words, unable to extricate herself.