I was in my final year of high school, and my deskmate found out I was writing a novel!

The sun was shining brightly on the day I was discharged from the hospital.

Ye Feng carefully held his swaddling daughter in his arms. Miao Miao leaned against him, wearing his coat, her face showing the weariness of someone who had just been discharged from the hospital, but she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.

Miao Miao's mother and Aunt Zhao followed behind, carrying large and small bags, muttering, "Walk slowly, don't catch a cold," their eyes darting back and forth between their daughter and granddaughter, full of tenderness.

Upon entering the house, Ye Feng first placed the baby in the crib that had been prepared in advance. The soft mattress made the little guy look even smaller.

Miaomiao sat on the sofa, just about to reach out and touch her daughter's little face, when she saw Ye Feng squatting by the crib, staring intently at the baby with a silly grin on his lips.

Miaomiao immediately pouted and tugged at Ye Feng's sleeve: "Ye Feng, I'm thirsty."

Ye Feng didn't even look up.

"Honey, wait a minute. Look at the baby's little hand, it's clenched so tightly."

Miaomiao's face fell instantly, and her voice softened, carrying a hint of aggrieved coquettishness.

"I've been thirsty for ages, but you only have eyes for the baby and don't care about me at all."

These words immediately brought Ye Feng back to his senses. He quickly got up, walked to her side, picked up the warm water on the table, and handed it to her, his tone apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, I was so focused on the baby. My wife must be so thirsty!"

Miao Miao's mother, who was tidying up nearby, couldn't help but laugh when she saw this scene. She shook her head and said, "You, a mother yourself, are still competing with your own daughter for attention."

Miaomiao took a sip of water, leaned against Ye Feng, wrapped her arms around his waist, and muttered, "That's how it is. Before, he only had eyes for me, but now his heart is full of you, baby."

She looked up at Ye Feng, her eyes glistening with moisture, like a kitten seeking attention.

"You said I would always be the person you love the most, and the baby would be second."

Ye Feng chuckled, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Of course it counts! My wife works the hardest, how could I forget you?"

He picked up a cushion from the side and placed it behind her.

"You're still weak after being discharged from the hospital, so don't sit for too long. Lie down in a more comfortable position."

As they were talking, the baby in the crib let out a soft whimper. Ye Feng subconsciously tried to get up to look, but Miao Miao grabbed his sleeve tightly.

"You're not allowed to go!"

Miaomiao's voice carried a hint of domineering.

"Let Mom go and take a look. You talk to me."

Miaomiao's mother shook her head helplessly, then smiled and went over to check on the baby.

While gently patting the baby's back, she turned to Ye Feng and said, "It's okay, she's just hungry. I'll go make some formula. Xiao Feng, you stay with Miao Miao and don't make her unhappy again."

Feng sat back on the sofa and hugged Miaomiao even tighter: "Okay, whatever you say, I'll only stay with you today."

He looked down at the person in his arms. Her complexion was better than when she was in the hospital, and there was a hint of smugness in her eyes, like a triumphant child.

"That's more like it."

Miaomiao smiled contentedly, resting her head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"My lower back is so sore right now, can you massage it for me?"

Ye Feng carefully reached out and gently massaged her waist, his movements clumsy but exceptionally earnest.

When Miaomiao's mother returned after preparing the formula, she saw Ye Feng intently massaging Miaomiao's back, while Miaomiao closed her eyes with a look of enjoyment. Meanwhile, the baby in the crib had finished drinking milk and fallen into a deep sleep.

She put the baby bottle on the table and couldn't help but joke, "The way you two are acting, anyone who didn't know better would think the baby was adopted."

Miaomiao opened her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her mother.

"Mom, I just gave birth, and I need someone to take care of me. If Ye Feng doesn't care about me, am I supposed to care about him?"

"Yes, yes, you are the most precious."

Miaomiao's mom sat down next to her with a smile and picked up a small blanket to cover the baby.

"She acts like a little girl, acting all coquettish, and she's even jealous of her own daughter."

"I am a little girl!"

After saying that, Miaomiao felt something was off. She already had a daughter, so why was she still calling her a little girl? She quickly added something else.

"I don't care."

Miaomiao snuggled closer to Ye Feng, her voice muffled, "Ye Feng is mine to begin with. Even if we have a baby, he has to love me first."

Ye Feng looked down at his wife, who was nestled in his arms, and then at his daughter, who was sleeping soundly in the crib. His heart was filled with warmth. He gently patted Miaomiao's back, his voice so tender it could melt water: "Don't worry, I'll always love you first."

Looking at the scene before her, Miaomiao's mother shook her head helplessly, but a smile remained on her lips.

With the arrival of a new life in the family, my daughter has become increasingly clingy. Although I sometimes have to mediate between these two "little devils," seeing the whole family together in harmony and happiness makes me feel at ease and warm.

As evening fell, Ye Feng was making chicken wings for Miao Miao in the kitchen. Miao Miao sat in the dining room, but her eyes were fixed on the direction of the kitchen.

Miaomiao's mom came over carrying the baby, laughing and saying, "Look at you, he's just cooking, and you're practically glued to his eyes."

"I'm just taking a look, I'm here to breastfeed the baby."

Miaomiao's milk supply is not yet sufficient, so she sometimes needs to supplement with formula when feeding the baby.

Watching her daughter awkwardly feed the little one in her arms, Miaomiao's mother was momentarily lost in thought.

I couldn't help but sigh to myself, time really flies!

I was originally thinking of hiring a postpartum nanny, but Aunt Zhao is really capable of everything. She said we didn't need to hire anyone, she could do it herself!

I tried it for two days, and I must say, it was really good. When I asked, I found out that Aunt Zhao had also received training, but something happened in her family after she finished the training, and she went back to her hometown to work for several years.

Ye Feng was the first place she visited after returning, and Qian was very happy about it, so he took on the job.

Seeing how well Aunt Zhao was taking care of her, Miaomiao's mom was thinking about going back to her hometown again; it was too boring here.

Just as she was calling to ask Miaomiao's father to pick her up and see her granddaughter, she received bad news.

"What? You sold my shop?"

"Yeah, didn't we say that already? Now that Miaomiao has given birth, you should help take care of the baby, right? Anyway, that shop doesn't make much money!"

Miao Miao's dad is so dashing! He wears a Patek Philippe watch, designer clothes that Miao Miao bought for him, and a BMW 5 Series. If you say he's a successful man, no one will doubt it.

However, he was just an employee, earning a few thousand yuan a month. If it weren't for the fact that the job was easy and he would be idle anyway, he would have quit long ago.

"Why aren't you taking care of her!"

"I don't know how."

"you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Miaomiao's dad had already run off to play with his granddaughter.

Miao Miao's mother felt like the sky had fallen. How could her supermarket have been transferred? What was she supposed to do back there?

But she's been here for so long, she really wants to go back. She can run and jump now, she can't be kidnapped by her granddaughter, can she?

The key is that the young couple can take good care of him!