Wen Qiao felt a slight embarrassnt upon hearing Fu Qiang’s taphor.
Indeed, the comparison was so apt it left no room for criticism.
Wen Qiao said, "I want to have a son."
Although this matter felt sowhat distant for her right now, there was no harm in fantasizing a little.
The reason why Wen Qiao wanted a son was quite straightforward.
According to the typical script of romance novels, nine out of ten male characters are completely smitten with their daughters. Wen Qiao figured Fu Jinghen would be no exception, and she didn’t want to give birth to a daughter who’d compete with her for affection.
Fu Jinghen’s most cherished person should only be her.
Wen Qiao felt a particularly intense sense of possessiveness over Fu Jinghen. Lately, as she spent more and more ti with him, one thought kept nagging her: if there had been another woman by Fu Jinghen’s side during the ti they were apart, just like with her, she would probably die of anger.
Not that there hadn’t been other won around Fu Jinghen. Soone of his status, even without his looks, would have won flocking to him incessantly, let alone the fact that he was quite handso, which surely attracted even more won.
But he’d never let them get close to him.
Actually, Fu Jinghen could have used the sa tactic to provoke her jealousy by getting close to other won, but he’d never done so.
Wen Qiao knew the reason: Fu Jinghen couldn’t bear to see her upset.
When soone loves you unreservedly, you can feel it very clearly, and Fu Jinghen had always prioritized her feelings.
Yet she hadn’t reciprocated by prioritizing his feelings.
That’s why Wen Qiao had decided to reconcile with him so quickly and even brought up the idea of going public.
She didn’t want Fu Jinghen to feel all his efforts were for naught.
Since Fu Jinghen felt insecure about this issue, she decided to respond in the most straightforward manner possible.
Fu Qiang was, of course, unaware of Wen Qiao’s inner thoughts. She swept her arm with a grand gesture, "Well then, have two children, a son and a daughter. I’ll help you take care of the daughter."
Wen Qiao: "...."
It seed Sister Fu Qiang truly despised the idea of having a son.
But hearing her tone, why did it feel as if having a baby was simpler than going to the bathroom?
Fu Jinghen had just finished tidying up the kitchen and ca out when he heard Fu Qiang’s remark. He walked over with furrowed brows and stood behind Wen Qiao, "Sister, I already said we’re not planning to have kids."
"I get it, I get it. We’re just chatting. Don’t be so uptight." Fu Qiang pointed at Wen Qiao, "Qiaoqiao said she wants a son."
Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow, looked down at Wen Qiao, and she just happened to be looking up at him.
He gently rubbed her cheek, "Why do you want a son?"
"Because I want to see what you looked like as a child."
There was another reason Wen Qiao felt too shy to ntion in front of Fu Qiang: if they had a son who looked like Fu Jinghen, then if she ever felt unhappy, she’d have not one, but two Fu Jinghens to vent on.
Just the thought of two identical-looking individuals, just in different sizes, standing side by side getting scolded made Wen Qiao want to laugh.
It seed she had a bit of a mischievous streak in her.
"That’s unnecessary; you don’t have to wait till we have kids. You can see right now." Fu Qiang gestured to Fu Jinghen, "Fu Jinghen, go upstairs and bring down your childhood photo album for Qiaoqiao to see."
Fu Jinghen flatly refused without a change of expression, "No."
Wen Qiao grabbed his arm, "Why not?"
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