Chapter 218

Li Qingqing seemed to see a hint of anger on his face, but she felt a little confused. This man shouldn't be so petty, right?

“Tuantuan always cries at night, and you have to work during the day. In order not to disturb you, it's better for me to sleep with the child. If there's anything you're not satisfied with in this house, just let me know. I'll buy you anything that's necessary.”

Anyway, Duan Huaichuan would just pretend to be asleep no matter what happened. His bad habits were deeply ingrained in his bones. Even if the child cried at night, he wouldn't come to help. Rather than having such an annoying person in front of you, it's better to just not see him.

At least it can be guaranteed that Duan Huaichuan won't cause trouble at night.

Besides, she'd be more comfortable sleeping in that big bed by herself.

After arriving in the capital, she finally had a place of her own, so even though the house wasn't very big, she worked hard to make every brick and tile of the house a better place for her.

He stared in disbelief at the clean new bed. All the colors Li Qingqing had chosen were solid, completely different from the delicate floral patterns in her own room.

Duan Huaichuan was somewhat unwilling to admit it, but he also had a vague feeling that his wife was disliking him.

Song Zhaodi was still sewing bibs in the room. Tuantuan had already fallen asleep before Li Qingqing left, and had been sleeping for quite a while now.

Duan Huaichuan put down what he was holding, trying hard to ignore the slight imbalance in his heart.

Perhaps Li Qingqing was not used to life in the capital, or perhaps it was because there were other people in her family; in any case, her reaction today was not from her true feelings.

He was even more unwilling to admit that Li Qingqing actually disliked him.

Especially when he thought about how his wife, who used to be gentle and considerate and deeply loved him, had become much colder when he opened his eyes in the hospital after his illness, Duan Huaichuan felt a sudden sense of panic.

He looked around the house. The living room wasn't very big, with only a table and sofas on either side. But he was still young, and if he was lucky enough to get a promotion, he might get a better apartment.

That's fine too; too much of a good thing is bad.

He was about to go into the room to check on Tuantuan when Li Qingqing grabbed his arm. "The child is in a period of heightened awareness recently. He will wake up if a stranger gets close. Wait until he wakes up before you go over."

These words were like a knife, piercing Duan Huaichuan's heart.

He is the child's biological father, so how did he become a stranger?

But he never managed to ask those questions.

To be honest, he had never held the child once since the child was born, and he couldn't even remember what the child looked like, not even as well as he remembered Zhong Yun'er's child.

He made a decision in his heart: he must treat both children equally and never mistreat either of them.

Seeing that he hadn't made a move yet, Li Qingqing turned around and whispered, "I still have things to do here. If it's convenient for you, just make a list for me if you need anything. Sister Song is here, so don't worry about the child being left unattended. I'll buy it today."

From the beginning, she hadn't expected Duan Huaichuan to help take care of the child, but fortunately, Song Zhaodi had helped her a lot these days.

Although she was paid, Song Zhaodi cooked, took care of the children, and often paid for groceries out of her own pocket. She cooked for Shuying every day and then brought her a portion over. She worked really hard.

In fact, if we don't consider the issue of reproduction, the two women could certainly live a very prosperous life.

If Duan Huaichuan had only suspected that Li Qingqing disliked him before, he was now absolutely certain.

His face was already so pale; under normal circumstances, Li Qingqing would have already shown concern for him. But today, it was as if she had no eyesight and didn't notice at all.

Whether it was her recent refusal to go to the hospital or her stark change in attitude today, Duan Huaichuan felt uneasy.

They hadn't spent much time together, and even though they were married and had a child, they didn't necessarily understand each other. He used to think that Li Qingqing couldn't live without him and loved him to the core. No matter what he said or did, she wouldn't leave him.

However, this idea has been redefined today, even undergoing a complete transformation. He even began to doubt whether Li Qingqing had been faking it all along.

Perhaps she never loved him at all; was it just wishful thinking on his part these past two years?

Just as she was hesitating, Tuantuan woke up, and Li Qingqing subconsciously went over and coaxed her gently.

“Our little Tuantuan is awake. Is she hungry? Mommy will feed her.”

She gently picked up the child, radiating maternal warmth.

Tuan Tuan's fair skin has grown quite a bit in recent days. Li Qingqing is eating nutritious food, and Song Zhaodi is also thinking about her need to breastfeed, so she makes her an extra soup every day. Now that her milk supply is plentiful, Tuan Tuan is also chubby, truly living up to her name.

After feeding the baby, you can put him in the stroller. This stroller was made by Song Zhaodi from wood, just like the ones used in rural areas. Children usually use strollers like this. A gentle rocking and swaying will quickly calm them down.

After settling the child in, she continued making bibs.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she has gotten to know almost all the children in the yard. In the past two days, many neighbors have also come to visit. Overall, this is a good thing, since it can be considered as building connections. She plans to make money from children anyway.

Li Qingqing and Song Zhaodi divided the tasks. Song Zhaodi was in charge of the cutting part, while Li Qingqing was in charge of the part that needed to be stitched. Bibs don't use much fabric, and stitching a circle of seams doesn't take long. The two have been working together for a few days and are now very in sync.

Her hands moved skillfully and quickly. Although the child was awake, he neither cried nor made a fuss. He just stared at the crochet hook in Li Qingqing's hand, his big, grape-like eyes moving back and forth.

Song Zhaodi quickly crocheted a small yellow orange, held it in her hand and shook it, teasing Tuantuan, whose little legs kept kicking downwards.

"Look at this little guy, he's only a few months old and he already knows how to be amused. If you wave something in front of him, he knows you're trying to make him laugh. Such a quick-witted little guy, he's so smart."

Hearing the sound, Li Qingqing glanced to the side, gently pushing the stroller with one hand, her eyes showing even more tenderness.

"Tuantuan is so smart, when we grow up we can go to school and become college students, okay?"