Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, a month had gone by.
That morning, in a second-floor bedroom of the Dong family villa.
"Waaah... Waaah... Waaah..." The baby kept crying.
Dong Xuebin, lying under the covers, was awakened by the noise. He grunted and turned over, exhausted enough that he did not even open his eyes. But the crying still rang endlessly in his ears. Dong Xuebin was depressed. During the more than month Hui Lan had spent in confinement, he had barely known a moment of peace. Before, he had confidently declared that he would take care of the child himself and had been quite excited about it. But once he actually had to care for the baby, Dong Xuebin practically wanted to jump off a building. He had never imagined watching a child could be this exhausting. Little Chongchong could not stay still for even a moment. When he peed, pooped, or got hungry, he would burst into loud cries. He did not sleep peacefully either, waking every hour or two, and Dong Xuebin had to hurry over and wait on him like he was some little ancestor. Sometimes, he could not even sleep four hours a day. Of course, there was also Hui Lan, his big ancestor, whom he had to dote on, fuss over, and care for. He was nearly exhausted out of his mind.
A moment later, the crying stopped.
Dong Xuebin rubbed his eyes and turned his head. His wife beside him was awake too.
Xie Huilan took the child out of the Baby Carriage beside the bed and lifted her clothes to nurse him.
"Yah... Mmm... Bah..." Little Chongchong smacked his lips as he suckled, his face blissful.
Xie Huilan lovingly stroked her son's little head. "Drink slowly. What's the rush?