The voluptuous and beautiful nanny, Technician Shen fell for her.

By 8 p.m., the private room was finally quiet.

Shen Wanshan, Liu Huizhen, and He Jianjun's group spent the entire afternoon making a ruckus at the hospital.

Shen Huai, annoyed that they were making so much noise that Su Nianhe couldn't rest, bluntly ordered them to leave, instructing Secretary Zhou to send a car to pack them all up and take them back to the manor in the special zone.

No one was allowed to stay.

In the large ward, only the four members of their family remained.

The anesthesia had worn off completely, and Su Nianhe's incision was throbbing with pain.

She was wearing a loose hospital gown, her long hair loosely spread on the pillow, her fair and delicate face pale with weakness, and she leaned lazily against the high headboard.

Shen Huai pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed with an air of authority.

He had long since changed out of his black suit into soft, dark loungewear, and his slender fingers were slowly peeling an orange.

"Does it still hurt?" Shen Huai held a clean orange segment, without even a trace of white pith, to her lips.

Su Nianhe opened her mouth and took a bite. The sweet and sour juice spread in her mouth. She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt much anymore. Don't keep frowning. It's tiring to watch."

Shen Huai didn't say anything, but simply took a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth.

His gaze fell on her stomach, and he still felt a pang of heartache.

Following his gaze, Su Nianhe turned her head to look at the crib next to her.

The two little ones were wrapped in soft swaddling clothes, fast asleep with their eyes closed, their little faces rosy.

As she looked at it, her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents.

"Shen Huai." Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a strange sense of satisfaction from becoming a new mother.

"Um."

"I'm so happy." Su Nianhe leaned closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Do you remember when I first came to the compound, I didn't even dare to eat a full meal. I had nightmares every night, afraid that my father would take me back to exchange for a dowry?"

Shen Huai stretched out his long arm and naturally pulled her into his arms, his large hand protecting her from the knife wound.

"Aren't you afraid now?" He rested his chin on the top of her head.

"I'm not afraid anymore." Su Nianhe said confidently, her tone revealing a spoiled arrogance. "I have my own clothing factory now, I've been to Beijing, I've seen the skyscrapers of the special economic zone, I have everything. Even if he were standing in front of me right now, I could have my bodyguards throw him out."

She raised her head, her clear, almond-shaped eyes fixed on Shen Huai.

"Most importantly, I have you."

This statement is so straightforward that there is no attempt to conceal it.

Shen Huai's Adam's apple bobbed violently twice.

All his scheming and ambition in this life crumbled completely in front of this woman, yet he still found joy in it.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips directly.

The kiss was devoid of passion, yet it felt heavy, like a brand.

The man's body heat flowed steadily over me, bringing a sense of security.

She made him realize that his originally cold and monotonous life could be so warm.

"Are you hungry?" Shen Huai stepped back slightly and gently touched the corner of her rosy lips with his fingertip.

Su Nianhe rubbed her stomach and nodded honestly, "I'm hungry. I want to eat meat."

"You can only have porridge today." Shen Huai ruthlessly shattered her fantasy.

He stood up, walked to the thermos next to him, poured a bowl of thick scallop and lean pork porridge, and brought it back to the bedside.

Su Nianhe pouted, but still obediently opened her mouth and ate bite by bite from his hand.

After finishing the porridge, Shen Huai took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out two white pills, and handed them to her along with warm water.

"What is this?" Su Nianhe asked in confusion.

"Medicine to stop lactation," Shen Huai said calmly and confidently.

Su Nianhe was stunned: "But Mom said this afternoon that I should drink more lactation-promoting soup, because both children need breast milk to be smart..."

"No, I won't feed them." Shen Huai interrupted her directly. "Both little ones can grow just as well on formula. Your constitution is already special; feeding two would definitely cause you suffering and make you bloated. I've already spoken to the doctor."

He couldn't bear to see her suffer like that.

Besides, her sweet fruity scent is already very attractive; if he were to breastfeed her, he'd be a monk for ages.

Su Nianhe knew he was worried about her, and since she was also a little afraid of pain, she didn't argue anymore and obediently swallowed the medicine with warm water.

After eating and drinking her fill, coupled with the effects of the medicine and fatigue, Su Nianhe yawned, and her eyelids began to droop.

"Go to sleep." Shen Huai helped her straighten the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

Su Nianhe fell into a deep sleep in no time.

The ward fell silent.

Shen Huai got up and went to the restroom, then wrung out a hot towel.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping her face. The warm towel wiped her fair forehead and cheeks, and then carefully wiped her fingers.

I just put the towel down.

In the crib next to him, the older brother, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly whimpered twice, waved his little hand, and then opened his mouth to start howling.

The younger sister seemed to be disturbed by the noise and also frowned.

Shen Huai frowned.

If she started crying, Su Nianhe would definitely be woken up.

He moved so fast it was almost a blur. He took two steps to the crib, skillfully lifted his older brother by the back of his neck with one hand, scooped the soft little thing into his arms, and deftly put the pacifier into his younger sister's mouth with the other hand.

When his older brother was in his arms, just as he was about to speak, Shen Huai's large hand slapped his little bottom, with perfect control of the force.

"Shut up." Shen Huai lowered his voice, his tone carrying a strong warning.

Whether it was the natural bond between father and son or being intimidated by the aura, the older brother actually hiccuped, swallowing back his sobs.

Shen Huai breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his son with one arm, walked to the thermos next to him, and skillfully added water, milk powder, and shook it well.

He practiced these moves countless times with a fake doll over the past two months.

He put the pacifier into his older brother's mouth, and the little guy immediately hugged the bottle and started drinking it.

After his older brother finished drinking, Shen Huai put his arm around his shoulder and gently patted his back until he heard a loud burp before putting him back in the crib.

He did the same thing again, made another bottle, fed his sister until she was full and burped.

After the two little ones had eaten and drunk their fill, they fell into a deep sleep again.

Shen Huai stood by the crib, looking at the two identical little ones, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

She does look quite like her.

He turned around and went back to Su Nianhe's bedside.

The bed is wide enough.

Shen Huai took off his shoes, lifted a corner of the blanket, and carefully lay down beside her.

He turned to the side, his long arm draped over her waist where there was no knife wound, gently pulling her into his embrace.

The night breeze stirred the curtains.

Shen Huai looked at her peaceful sleeping face under the dim light of the floor lamp in the ward.

He leaned in and kissed her warm cheek with his thin lips, his fingertips gently caressing her fair skin.

This is his wife, the mother of his children, and his greatest treasure in this life.

"Goodnight, my wife," Shen Huai said softly.

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