"Should we give the babies the nicknames Wanwan, Mengmeng, and Fanfan? What do you think?" Su Ningwei asked Ye Chen with a smile.
Ye Chen smiled and replied, "Of course. They sound lovely."
"Mmm... mmm..." Erbao had sucked for ages without getting anything, and started crying in frustration, sounding adorably babyish.
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Su Ningwei said helplessly, "Mengmeng can't get anything either. How about letting Fanfan try? A boy should be a little stronger."
"Okay." Ye Chen hurriedly picked up Xiaobao to switch him in for Erbao.
But Xiaobao, being a boy, couldn't get anything either.
"None of them can get anything. What should we do?" Su Ningwei looked anxious.
Although breastfeeding was exhausting, breast milk was much better than formula, so naturally Su Ningwei wanted the babies to be able to drink it.
Ye Chen soothed Xiaobao, then carried him back to the little bed. Smiling, he said, "Don't worry. How about letting this 253-month-old baby give it a try?"
"Y-you think you can?" Su Ningwei asked, blushing.
Ye Chen smiled. "Whether I can or not, didn't you find out that night?"
"You're awful..." Su Ningwei blushed even harder.
Was Ye Chen going to help?
How naughty...
But she liked it so much...
Su Ningwei was terribly bashful, yet Ye Chen's teasing had set her heart aflutter. For the babies' sake, she'd let him try. The most important thing was for the babies to get breast milk.
"Th-then, go ahead." Su Ningwei opened her collar and bashfully closed her eyes.
After washing and disinfecting his hands, Ye Chen gently wiped Su Ningwei with a warm towel and applied a warm compress.
Then he rubbed his palms together until they were warm.
Only then did he carefully massage her, his touch gentle.
Her skin felt smooth, delicate, and full...
As he massaged her, Ye Chen asked, "Is this pressure okay?"
"Mmm... yes..." Su Ningwei felt warm and comfortable.
So he really was giving her a proper massage...
Su Ningwei had thought Ye Chen was going to use... She'd been overthinking it...
She was the one with the dirty mind after all.
Su Ningwei's face grew even redder, all the way down to her neck.
Ye Chen wasn't much better. His face was bright red, but he forced himself to focus on the massage.
When he found a clogged spot, he gently massaged along the milk duct...
Looking at the pale yellow, viscous liquid, Ye Chen said with delight, "It worked! We did it. I'll go bring Dabao over."
Su Ningwei looked down and saw that Ye Chen had really managed to get it out.
Ye Chen was amazing. The babies could finally have milk.
Overjoyed, Su Ningwei blurted out without thinking, "Honey, you're amazing! Our babies have milk now."
Ye Chen, who was holding Dabao and helping Su Ningwei feed her, felt his heart jolt.
That "honey" from Su Ningwei sent a tidal wave surging through his heart, and it took a long time to settle.
Ye Chen was grinning so widely that the corners of his mouth nearly reached his ears. He couldn't stop.
"What did you just call me?" Ye Chen asked gently, looking into Su Ningwei's eyes.
Only then did Su Ningwei realize she'd actually said what she was thinking and called Ye Chen "honey." Her face burned all over again.
"I didn't. Did I call you anything?" Su Ningwei lowered her head, not daring to meet Ye Chen's eyes.
Ye Chen coaxed her tenderly, "You did, honey. Say it one more time, please?"
Honey!
Su Ningwei's heart pounded, and her whole body felt hot. Ye Chen had called her "honey"!
This was such a wonderful feeling...
"Honey..." Su Ningwei said, blushing.
Su Ningwei felt as if her brain were about to overheat. She couldn't think straight at all.
Ye Chen smiled and stroked the top of Su Ningwei's head, replying tenderly, "That's right... good girl..."
Su Ningwei's face turned even redder. She looked utterly bashful...
Ye Chen's heart stirred. He bent down and turned his head, kissing Su Ningwei on her soft lips.
Su Ningwei froze for a moment, then shyly closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed it.
They didn't end the kiss until they were both struggling to breathe.
[ Ding, congratulations on completing the task: kiss your wife, Su Ningwei. Your wife is very satisfied.] [ Ding, system critical hit triggered. You have been rewarded with 400,000 yuan in cash, the Stay Up Late Without Harm skill, and the Chick-to-Fighter-Jet Pill.] [ Ding, the lyrics and sheet music for Earth Star's Zhou Huajian song "Friends" have been unlocked.] [ Ding, the materials required to apply for copyright—the application form, work sample, and creative description—will be sent to your brain together each time. Remember to register the copyright promptly.]
Ye Chen was overjoyed. The seal on Earth Star culture had finally loosened. This was great!
At last, he could promote Earth Star culture and let the people of Blue Star experience the charm of classic music.
"Friends" was one of the must-sing songs at karaoke bars, and it had remained popular for ages.
But why hadn't the system just registered the copyright for him?
Luckily, registering copyright on Blue Star was easy. He could simply submit it through the official website.
Registering the copyright himself would make him feel more involved, too.
But what the heck was this Chick-to-Fighter-Jet Pill?
Who did it think it was looking down on?
He was already a fighter jet.
Did he need that thing?
He might as well give it to a friend who needed it.
The Stay Up Late Without Harm skill, on the other hand, was practical.
With this skill, he wouldn't have to worry about harming his health while getting up at night to feed and care for the babies.
There had once been an internet user who, after staying up late to care for a baby,
had gone from a handsome dad to a disheveled, dark-circled, scruffy-looking kidnapper. He'd probably stayed up too many nights.
Ye Chen's phone vibrated. Another 400,000 yuan had landed in his account with no effort:
"Your account ending in 2023 received a bank deposit of 400,000 yuan on December 6 at 10:30. Balance: 850,130.56 yuan. [China Construction Bank]"
"Mmm, mmm..." Dabao had eaten her fill and gave a couple of contented little hums.
The other two babies, who hadn't gotten any milk, smelled it and began wailing.
Ye Chen handed Erbao to Su Ningwei, then held Xiaobao and soothed him.
Erbao finally got to drink the sweet breast milk and sucked away with great enthusiasm.
Only after Erbao finished was it Xiaobao's turn.
Luckily, Su Ningwei had plenty, enough for all three babies.
Once the three babies were full, they started fussing and crying again.
Su Ningwei looked at the three babies worriedly and asked, "Why are you crying again, sweethearts? Are you still hungry?"
The childcare knowledge in Ye Chen's head told him that the three babies had probably passed their first stool and were crying because they were uncomfortable.
"They're probably not hungry. Maybe they pooped. Let me check." As Ye Chen spoke, he opened Xiaobao's swaddle and undershirt. Sure enough, he'd pooped.
The diaper was smeared with sticky, dark green meconium. It looked alarming, but actually had no smell.
That was because meconium was made up of 85% to 95% material, including intestinal lining cells, lanugo, vernix, bile, mucus, and some solid matter from swallowed amniotic fluid.
Su Ningwei asked with some concern, "Do you know how to change a diaper? The confinement nanny I booked won't be able to get here until tomorrow. Should we ask a nurse to help?"
[ Ding! New task: Change the diapers of all three babies.]
"No need. It's just a diaper change. If the confinement nanny can do it, so can I. I can take good care of you and the children. I'm here, so there's no need to waste money on that." Ye Chen hurriedly replied.
The system was sending him money again. How could he let someone else do a task like this?