Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Hoping their daughter would become successful, it was all for naught.

The life path that I carefully planned for my daughter was never followed from the beginning.

Suicidal sacrifices only resulted in repeated arguments.

Qin Heyue took one last look at the operating room door, where doctors were going in and out.

He slowly turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

How ironic.

……

After taking care of Jiang Nianxi for a few days, her parents had to go back home because of work.

In the hospital, only Yang An was there to keep Jiang Nianxi company.

The postpartum period can be described as long or short.

There are many areas that need care.

He felt like a tireless machine.

He did whatever Jiang Nianxi told him to do.

Changing diapers and feeding them bite by bite.

Even in the first few days, he had to personally wipe Jiang Nianxi's body.

Holding the soft towel, carefully, again and again.

Jiang Nianxi, having recently given birth, frequently experienced various physical discomforts.

External injuries can be tolerated.

But the physical injuries are even more painful.

Even so, when Yang An gently wiped her face, she would still smile.

Observe the other person's actions quietly without disturbing them.

Of course, her daily routine included carrying the two little ones to Jiang Nianxi's side.

After feeding, they need to cuddle for a while before being picked up.

Otherwise, they will easily cry and fuss.

It's amazing.

All Yang An needs to do is say a few words of comfort and give him a hug.

The two little ones will soon calm down.

Is there a blood connection that we are born with?

A natural affinity?

When two pairs of big eyes blinked and stared at him blankly.

His breathing would become uncontrollably halted.

She tugged at his clothes, making little noises.

Always curious about everything in the world.

Those bright eyes symbolize new life, hope, and another cycle of beginnings.

However, compared to Jiang Nianxi, the two little ones were much less tolerant of her.

The mother is the one who feeds the child.

I usually spend the most time with my mother.

Perhaps Jiang Nianxi's attitude was too indifferent, even casual, and she didn't seem to care much.

That's why... she's only close to her dad.

The two little ones, though small, have already shed their newborn monkey-like appearance, and their good looks immediately become apparent.

They are of different genders, but look almost identical.

No wonder Jiang Nianxi's genes are so strong, they even overshadow Yang An's own characteristics.

You can tell at a glance that they both take after their mother.

Choosing a name is also a skill.

"His name is... Yang Xiaoan?"

Jiang Nianxi is almost able to walk.

Her slender fingers teased the two babies in the cradle.

Hearing the giggles coming from inside, she couldn't help but chuckle softly as well.

"..."

Clearly, giving a boy this name was a hasty decision.

What Yang Xiaoan?

Just because his name is Yang An.

So you named your son Yang Xiaoan?

What is all this...?

Yang An was speechless. He felt he had a certain say in the matter of naming a child.

At least I can stop this woman from acting recklessly.

It's strange, really.

When the topic turns to children, those terrifying memories seem to be gradually forgotten.

...Perhaps it's an escape.

Being able to escape and temporarily forget is not bad at all.

"Then you didn't come up with a name."

Jiang Nianxi withdrew her finger and instead rested her chin on the edge of the cradle.

She looked quite helpless.

"You're not satisfied with me getting up? Fine, you tell me what to do, whatever you say."

"But this name really won't do..."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Yang, Xiao, An... it sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

"So, how are you going to prepare to retrieve the other one?"

"Let's call her Yang An'an."

"I...you..."

Yang An's words suddenly caught in his throat.

This bizarre naming logic is truly astounding.

My son's name is Yang Xiaoan.

Then, the daughter's name is Yang An'an?

Why do you have to make things difficult for An...?

really.

A crazy woman's brain circuits are also bizarre.

No wonder he was able to do those things before.

If we let Jiang Nianxi take whatever she wants, the consequences will be...

Just thinking about it is a bit intriguing.

Forget it.

I'll take it then.

Yang An shook his head and turned his gaze back to the two little ones in the cradle.

My daughter is very lively.

He looked over, and her big eyes happened to look back at him.

Two gazes, one large and one small, met in the air.

The daughter paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hehe, ee-ya..."

She kicked her short legs and grabbed at the air with her little hands.

It seemed like they wanted to get closer to Yang An.

It looked quite comical.

"Hee...ya ya..."

The son, on the other hand, appeared very quiet in comparison.

They were also watching him.

But it was just a curious glance.

The little hands and feet were quietly tucked into the blanket.

She looks like a quiet porcelain doll.

Both little ones are very fair-skinned, which is because they inherited it from their mother.

"..."

They are clearly twins.

However, their genders are quite different.

That's why they say life is a strange thing.

"Let's name the boy Huaijin."

"Huaijin? Yang Huaijin?"

"Um……"

Yang An gently pinched the baby boy's chubby little face.

Even so, she didn't cry or make a fuss.

Huaijin, Huaijin.

May he... live a virtuous life and find happiness in peace and tranquility.

Always stay true to yourself.

Don't end up like me...

A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Just like yourself.

Under coercion and torment, they gradually lost themselves...

"Yang Huaijin...what a nice name! And what about your daughter?"

A gentle female voice interrupted his thoughts.

He came to his senses and saw Jiang Nianxi holding her daughter's flailing little hand and gently scolding her.

"Don't grab me, you little brat."

"..."

"Good boy?"

"Um?"

What name are you going to give her?

"..."

After a moment of silence, Yang An shook his head and took a step back.

"have no idea."

"Let's call her Yang Xiaoan. It sounds cute for a girl."

"...Never mind, I'll just correspond with Huaijin."

"What's it called?"

"Her name is... Huaiyu."

"Um?"

"The 'huai' in 'to cherish,' and the 'yu' in 'to conceal one's virtues.'"

I hope this child can be pure of heart and forever innocent and happy.

May you always be lively and happy.

It's like a piece of jade.

Even the slightest flaw cannot overshadow the luster of this jade.

Her mother was a piece of jade that had cracked.

But these are two vibrant little lives, and from the moment they were born, they have nothing to do with what happened between me and Jiang Nianxi.

If possible...

Regardless of what the ending will be for Jiang Nianxi.

Yang Andu hoped that his two children could live a peaceful and happy life.

You don't need outstanding grades, nor do you need to excessively prove yourself to the outside world.