The pushover offended a top-tier boss

The two little ones grew up right under our noses, like two seedlings nourished by sunlight and water, and before we knew it, they had learned to sit and crawl.

When Jinshu was one year old, Zhou Huaijin was playing with building blocks with the two little ones when Jinshu suddenly uttered in her childish voice, "Daddy~".

Her voice was soft and drawn out with a long, childlike tone.

Zhou Huaijin was stunned for two seconds. His usually calm and composed face suddenly lit up with a look of great joy, as if he had won the lottery.

This thrilled the 30-year-old father. He picked up his daughter, kissed her cheek, and his voice trembled as he exclaimed, "My baby can call me 'Daddy' now!"

"Say it again."

"Daddy, Daddy~"

Jinshu giggled, patting his cheeks with her little hands, smearing his face with saliva that glistened.

Looking at him like that, Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

I spend more time with my child than he does, so how come he learned to call me "Dad" first?

"Call me 'Mommy,' say 'Mommy—'"

She leaned closer and gently tickled her daughter's palm with her fingertips, her tone carrying a hint of playful defiance.

As a result, Jinshu repeated "Dad, Dad, Dad" over and over again, like a broken record.

Ye Zhenzhen snorted angrily, "Heartless."

Suddenly, Xiao Yan reached out her little hand and grabbed her, clearly calling out, "Mommy~".

His voice was a little lower than Jinshu's, like a little man.

Ye Zhenzhen froze for a moment, then turned her head sharply, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. She pulled Yan Hui into her arms, crying, "Hey—baby—"

She kissed her son's fluffy head, then looked up at Zhou Huaijin, and they both smiled.

One for each person, that's the fairest way.

Another month passed, and Ye Zhenzhen came home from get off work and played with her child on the living room carpet.

"Mommy's going to the bathroom. Play by yourself for a while, okay?"

She got up and went into the bathroom. After she finished, she opened the door and saw two little figures standing in the doorway.

A person stood by the door, looking up at her with bright, sparkling eyes.

"How did you get here?" She crouched down, incredulous. "My God, you can actually walk?"

The two little ones took their first steps with short legs, their steps still unsteady, like two chubby little penguins.

Ye Zhenzhen squatted on the ground, looking at the two wobbly little figures, and her eyes suddenly became a little hot. These were the two lives she had brought into this world with her own hands. From only being able to lie in her arms and whimper, to being able to crawl, stand, and walk, every little bit of progress felt like a gentle step on her heart, leaving a small, warm footprint.

When Zhou Huaijin came home from get off work, he opened the door and saw the two little ones stumbling around in the living room.

Yan Hui walked ahead, like a slow-moving little duck, with Jin Shu following behind, her two short legs taking turns stepping. The two of them were in the same posture—little arms outstretched, little feet lifting with effort, as he watched the two wobbly little figures run towards his arms.

He kept calling out, "Daddy, Daddy."

Ye Zhenzhen walked over with a smile: "Old Zhou, you're back?"

"Isn't it amazing? They just suddenly disappear."

At this moment, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if it were a scene from a dream he had dreamt of many years ago, which had now come true.

With these two little lives around, every day seems especially lively.

He used to complain that Ye Zhenzhen left things lying around and that the house wasn't tidy enough. Now that they have two children, toys, picture books, building blocks, and socks are scattered everywhere, and he can't keep up with the mess.

Sometimes, while he's sitting in his study reviewing documents, a little hand reaches out, grabs his leg, and wants a hug; sometimes, halfway through a meeting, he opens a folder and finds a sticker tucked inside; sometimes, in his rush to work, he finds a snack that some little guy has slipped into his pocket.

This also completely cured his obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I used to think the house was quiet, but now it's never quiet unless the kids are asleep.

The older the two children got, the less they could stay still. By the time they were two, they had completely turned into little devils.

Running all over the yard, chasing cats, turning over soil, picking flowers, changing clothes at least five times a day, riding a scooter recklessly around the living room, making "woo-woo" noises, leaving rice grains and vegetable soup all over the table when eating, and the area under the chairs looks like it's been rained on.

Ye Zhenzhen slumped on the sofa, watching her two energetic little figures chasing and playing in the living room. She couldn't help but rub her lower back and sigh, "Ugh, how did I end up with two kids..."

We wake up together, sleep together, and even get sick together.

Four nannies worked in shifts, but they were still exhausted and had backaches. Even Xiao Zhou looked haggard, and her hair wasn't as shiny as it used to be.

They are truly adorable when they're being cute, like two little angels. You'll hug their legs and softly call out, "Mommy, hug me."

When they're being hateful, they really are. They don't understand reason, they can't listen to logic, and they make a scene if things don't go their way.

During summer vacation, the two of them finally managed to squeeze out a few days together.

"Do you still want to go to the grasslands?" Zhou Huaijin asked her.

They regretfully missed two trips. After the baby was born, he was too busy with work to take the trip.

Ye Zhenzhen's eyes lit up at the mention of travel.

But then she immediately thought, "What about the child?"

"Throw it at home."

Ye Zhenzhen immediately refused: "No, I won't be able to play in peace then."

Finally, the two of them put their heads together and embarked on a romantic and heartwarming family road trip with their two children.

The two little ones pressed their faces against the car window, watching the cattle, sheep, and grasslands rushing past outside, chattering excitedly the whole way, patting the glass with their little hands.

They kept calling out "Niu Niu—" and "Hua Hua—".

Ye's parents saw the photos their daughter posted on her WeChat Moments.

A family of four rode horses, enjoyed a grassland music festival, and had a sumptuous Mongolian meal.

I thought they were living a carefree and comfortable life.

In reality, Ye Zhenzhen only had one song in her mind that could express her feelings.

They should have been relaxed and at ease, but now they're rushing around in a panic.

Two people traveling with two mischievous little devils running around everywhere – this trip is anything but romantic.

Before you know it, the two children will dart off in opposite directions. If you chase one back, the other will run far away again. When they eat, their faces are covered in sauce, and the table is a mess. When they can't walk anymore, they stretch out their arms to be carried. If you carry one, the other will cry. When they sleep, they spin around 360 degrees. The daughter kicks Zhou Huaijin in the face, and the son's head is buried in Ye Zhenzhen's ribs.

Just two days later, the two of them sheepishly returned home, went straight to their parents' house, handed the two little ones over to the elderly couple, and went straight to bed without saying a word.

The battery is completely depleted.

Lying in bed, the two hugged each other, comforting one another: "Just a little longer, you'll be able to go to kindergarten when you're three."

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt immense admiration for those stay-at-home moms who could raise children alone and still cook and clean the house.

That's amazing.

No wonder people say that women age quickly after giving birth; it's all from exhaustion.