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Chapter 471 Daily Life of Raising a Child (7)

Shen Fuhan was overjoyed by his daughter's words, and he was still smiling even after Zhaozhao left.

Seeing his worthless appearance, Wen Jiayue chuckled.

“Husband, do you still remember that you are the powerful and influential Grand Secretary?” Wen Jiayue poked the corner of his mouth that had been turned up for a while. “If your colleagues saw this, they would definitely think they had seen a ghost.”

“Let them think what they want,” Shen Fuhan said, gently kissing her fingertips. “I don’t care.”

Wen Jiayue yawned: "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to sleep."

Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why are you sleeping so early today?"

Wen Jiayue glared at him. Who was the person who caused all that trouble last night? Why did you have to ask on purpose?

She didn't say anything and went straight to lie down on the bed.

Shen Fuhan followed and hugged her tightly in a possessive manner.

"Your birthday is coming up soon. Is there anything you'd like as a birthday gift?"

Wen Jiayue murmured, "There are still eight or nine days left, no rush."

“I’m anxious,” Shen Fuhan sighed softly, “No matter what I give you, you don’t seem to be satisfied.”

He often gave her jewelry, but she rarely wore it; it was always displayed in her dressing case. She was lucky if she wore it twice a year.

He even imagined that she liked crescent moons and pearls, and that if pearls were polished into the shape of crescent moons, perhaps she would like them.

However, he forgot one thing: pearls cannot be polished, otherwise they will lose their original luster.

So last year he made a set of gold-inlaid jade crescent-shaped headdresses, but Wen Jiayue only usually wore the small crescent hairpin from it.

Aside from jewelry, he didn't know what else to give her.

"Is my husband saying this because I'm picky?" Wen Jiayue snorted. "I am picky, you can figure it out yourself."

Shen Fuhan laughed and said, "A-Yue has really wronged me. I just wanted to please her."

“I think you haven’t thought about it seriously,” Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. “There’s something I really like.”

Shen Fuhan was slightly surprised: "What is that?"

She never showed any preference for anything in her daily life.

“I won’t tell you,” Wen Jiayue closed her eyes again, “I really want to sleep.”

“Ah Yue, tell me,” Shen Fuhan nuzzled her face, “If you just say it, I’ll pluck the moon from the sky for you.”

"Then I'll take the moon from the sky."

Shen Fuhan laughed and said, "But I already took them off."

Knowing what he was about to say, Wen Jiayue quickly covered his mouth.

Shen Fuhan put her hand down and said seriously, "The moon is right next to my pillow."

For several days in a row, Wen Jiayue did not reveal a single word.

However, seeing that he was preoccupied with thinking about birthday gifts, Wen Jiayue kindly gave him a hint two days before his birthday.

In the evening, she instructed Ruyi to bring her painting tools.

Seeing that she wanted to paint, Shen Fuhan temporarily put aside his official duties and stayed to keep her company.

Wen Jiayue sighed as soon as she made a stroke: "Alas, this brush and ink are not very easy to use."

Shen Fuhan immediately understood: "I'll send you a new one in a couple of days."

On her birthday, Wen Jiayue received a satisfactory gift.

"What I take from my husband, I will use for my husband. Next time it's your birthday, I'll give you new art supplies as a birthday gift."

In recent years, Wen Jiayue has given Shen Fuhan paintings as birthday gifts.

Zhao Zhao and Mu Mu found it fun and joined in the fun. Shen Fuhan welcomed them all and placed their scribbled drawings in the study.

With her two children, whose painting skills were even worse, Wen Jiayue felt less guilty.

Without the tension, her painting skills improved even further, getting better year by year.

“My birthday is still a while away, take your time preparing,” Shen Fuhan handed her chopsticks, “Let’s eat longevity noodles.”

Zhao Zhao emphasized, "Mother, you can't bite it off, okay? That way you can live a long and healthy life."

Every year on her birthday, her father would repeat this sentence to her.

Seeing that her father hadn't told her mother, she assumed her father had forgotten, so she decided to tell her herself.

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Okay, Mother will listen to Zhaozhao."

Mu Mu opened her mouth slightly, then fell silent again.

He wanted to say that his sister was superstitious, but seeing that his mother was happy, he didn't mention it.

A few days later, on his birthday, his sister said the same thing again—

"Mumu, you can't bite through the longevity noodles, you have to live to be a hundred years old."

Mu Mu endured it for a long time, until she finished eating the longevity noodles, but she still couldn't help but say, "Sister, you're too superstitious."

Zhao Zhao wasn't angry, but asked in surprise, "Since you say I'm superstitious, why didn't you bite it off?"

Mu Mu turned her face away: "I was only thinking about how to refute you, and I forgot for a moment."

"You're really stubborn."

Zhao Zhao tried to pounce on him and rub his face, but missed.

Mu Mu is four years old now. After practicing martial arts for half a year, she has become much stronger and more agile, easily dodging attacks.

Zhao Zhao put her hands on her hips unhappily: "You stinky Mu Mu!"

Helpless, Mu Mu took the initiative to massage her.

"That's a good girl," Zhao Zhao said with a smile, pinching his cheeks. "You're a good Mu Mu now."

Mu Mu replied with a straight face, "You're a bad older sister."

Listening to her children's conversation, Wen Jiayue whispered to Shen Fuhan, "Why do I feel like Mumu is more like the older brother?"

“I used to have some regrets about not giving Zhaozhao an older brother,” Shen Fuhan said with a smile, “but now there’s no need to worry.”

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Why?"

“You said Mu Mu is like her brother, so he will naturally protect his sister and drive away those men with ill intentions.”

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She was really worried for Zhao Zhao's future husband, wondering how many tests he would have to pass his father-in-law's scrutiny.

Even if there aren't eighty-one tribulations, there must be forty-nine.

However, it seems too early to think about these things now. Wen Jiayue looked at the siblings who were still bickering and smiled gently.

Life goes on day by day, whether it's a steady, peaceful journey or a chaotic, messy one, as long as the family is by your side, that's enough.

She leaned on Shen Fuhan's shoulder and whispered, "Husband, I am very content to have you, Zhaozhao, and Mumu in this life."

Day and night, we'll spend the rest of our lives together.