"Yes! Yes!" Aunt Wang quickly agreed with a smile, "It will be more lively if there are more people in the family talking."
"Mom, I can take care of Nian En..." Doesn't this mean we need to live separately? Rong Beiming is unhappy because he doesn't want to spend those long nights alone without Nian En.
Thinking of the empty bed, his heart ached with soreness: "No, I don't agree. If you want to take care of her, you can come to Z City."
"You brat, are you still afraid that I will abuse my wife?" Feng Lan glared at her dissatisfied.
Yu Nianen quietly touched Rong Beiming's hand and said with a smile, "Okay! I'm just afraid of causing trouble to my parents and Aunt Wang."
"It's no trouble at all," Feng Lan's face suddenly burst into laughter. She turned to glance at her son, "Okay, now Nian En has agreed. Four to one, your objection is invalid."
Rong Beiming shook his head helplessly: "If Nian En disagrees, it's still three to two. Mom, your method is too sophisticated. You'll be satisfied if you torture your son to death!"
"What do you mean by death? It's the Chinese New Year, so you're not allowed to say unlucky words." Rong Tian didn't say anything for a long time. Now he heard his son say the word "death", and he felt a little unhappy.
"Ming, don't say that word, it's too unlucky." Yu Nian'en frowned.
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. Wife, it's up to you!"
Yu Nianen glanced at her husband. Although he didn't show it on his face, she felt that he was unhappy.
At night, Yu Nianen lay in Rong Beiming's arms and asked carefully: "Ming, you haven't been happy after dinner. What's wrong? You looked listless at the Spring Festival Gala. Are you tired?"
He turned sideways, hugged her, and didn't speak for a long time.
"I know, you blame me, but if I don't agree, mom and the others will be angry. I don't want them to be unhappy during the New Year."
"Okay, just think about them and forget about your husband."
"How could it be? As I said, you are the first in my heart. Really, nothing is more important than you." She said, kissing him proactively to please him.
While kissing her, she coaxed: "Ming, don't be angry. We are so close. You can... no, I can visit you at any time."
He stared at her, his look reflected in those watery eyes. He raised his hand and stroked her fair face, and said with a gentle smile: "Forget it, how can I let you run away? I'd better come back often!"
"Are you not angry anymore?"
"Fool! I can really be angry with you unless I change my mind."
Yu Nianen laughed softly after hearing this, hugged his neck, and pressed her body tightly against him: "I love you, Ming!"
Rong Beiming's rough palm touched her lower abdomen and covered it gently: "I love you too! Nian En, I will never leave you in this life. You are my greatest gain in this life!"
He kissed her softly and slipped his hand into her nightgown...
"Ming, open the door, I have something to tell you... hurry up..." Feng Lan's medium voice sounded outside the room door.
Yu Nianen panted slightly and pushed him: "Hurry up and open the door!"
Rong Beiming calmed down after a while, put on his nightgown and opened the door.
"Ming, you guys..."
"Mom, do you think your grandson can't sleep? But your grandson's parents really want to sleep!"
"You talkative! I'm here to say hello to you. In the first few months, you can't..."