The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Three years later, on the day He Sichen's son was born, a sudden downpour struck the capital city.

Si Yimian spent six hours in the delivery room, and the first thing she said when she came out was neither that she was in pain nor that she was tired.

"He Sichen, your son's head is too big, just like yours."

He Sichen stood by the bedside and brushed aside the wet strand of hair on her forehead.

"Yes, it was my fault."

Si Yimian was about to say that was more like it when she saw that his eyes were red and filled with tears.

He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

The sound was low as the lips left the lips.

"Baby, you've worked so hard."

Si Yimian rarely saw his emotions overflow that line.

He Sichen, this person, probably only showed all his flaws to her in this lifetime.

The child was named Heyan.

Crane Inkstone finally blossomed when the moon was full.

Her eyes resembled Si Yimian's, round and bright, but the shape of her brow bone was a replica of He Sichen's, thick and clear.

Huo Siyue held on tightly, staring at it for a long time before drawing a conclusion.

"When this child grows up, the socialite circles in Beijing will suffer."

Si Yimian was leaning back on the sofa drinking soup when she heard this and looked up.

"He's only a month old, and you've already calculated all the emotional debts he owes?"

"That's called strategic foresight."

Huo Siyue held the inkstone up to the light to examine it.

"He Sichen's face combined with your eyes, this combination is at the level of being born a god."

He Sichen came out of the study and happened to hear the second half of the sentence.

He walked over and took his son from Huo Siyue's arms, supporting his head and neck with one hand, and supporting his bottom with the other, his movements were very practiced.

Huo Siyue's arms suddenly felt empty: "I only hugged her for five minutes."

"You're holding me incorrectly."

He Sichen nestled He Yan's little head in the crook of his arm.

"A newborn's neck muscles have zero support. At that angle, the pressure on his cervical spine was equivalent to an adult tilting their head to look at a phone for two hours."

Huo Siyue: "..."

"He Sichen, can you speak to me in human language?"

"cannot."

He glanced down at his son, who was spitting bubbles in his arms, then looked up and gave instructions to the nanny.

"It's time for him to drink his milk."

Huo Siyue: "..."

……

On the day He Yan turned two, He Sichen built a castle on the lawn in his backyard.

The bows were tied, the balloons floated, and the whole yard smelled of cream and strawberries.

Si Yimian squatted at the castle entrance and stuffed a light blue dinosaur into her son's arms.

The little guy took it and started gnawing on the dinosaur's tail, drooling as he did so.

"Little Crane Inkstone, if you keep chewing on it, it'll go bald."

"Waaah..."

He Yan chewed on the inkstone even more enthusiastically.

Just as Si Yimian was about to reach out to pull her, Su Ruan came over with her daughter.

Yan Shouchu had just turned one year old. He was a cute little dumpling, wearing a pale yellow dress and two little pigtails, each with a strawberry hair tie.

The little dumpling is indeed beautiful, with fair skin and long, curled eyelashes.

Su Ruan's gentleness and Yan Tingnan's coldness blended together on her face to create a stunningly beautiful look.

He Yan poked half her head out of the castle, saw Xiao Shou Chu, and climbed out. She abandoned the dinosaur, put her wet hands on the lawn, and staggered towards her.

Si Yimian and Su Ruan sat side by side next to the castle, each holding a glass of sparkling water, watching two little figures on the lawn struggling against a toy ball.

He Yan pushed the ball towards Yan Shouchu. Yan Shouchu reached out to grab it, but missed, and sat back down.

He Yan immediately crawled forward two steps and clumsily helped her up.

He Sichen sat on a wicker chair by the lawn. Seeing this scene, he turned his head slightly and looked at Yan Tingnan, who was also sitting on the wicker chair.

"Old Yan, what do you think of my son?"

Yan Tingnan's brow twitched slightly: "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, just asking."

"Any question you, He Sichen, ask is never just a casual question."

He Sichen turned around to face Yan Tingnan.

"Shouchu will eventually get married. Rather than letting her fish in the pond outside, we might as well let her see what she can find in our own pond first."

Huo Siyue, who was standing to the side, was the first to react and clapped her hands.

"He Sichen! Are you arranging a marriage for your son?!"

He Sichen corrected her: "We need to take a number first."

Si Yimian almost choked on her juice. She coughed twice and turned to glare at him.

"He Sichen, didn't you previously refuse to even get married? Now you're even locking in your son's marriage in advance?"

"It's because I've taken detours."

He Sichen turned his head to look at her, his tone matter-of-fact.

"So I helped him take a shortcut."

Yan Tingnan's expression was somewhat complicated.

"Old Crane, I know you have a keen eye for business, but my daughter is only one year old, isn't it a bit too early for you to start poaching her?"

"It's not early."

He Sichen glanced at He Yan.

"Let's finalize the list first."

Si Yimian couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in her heart.

This man uses the same logic to pursue his wife and to steal his daughter-in-law.

Plan ahead and lock in quality assets; by the time others realize it, it's too late.

Huo Siyue was completely engrossed in the music, her body slumped into the sofa.

"The marriage of the next generation of two people with top-tier genes... I can already picture the wedding scene 28 years from now!"

Yan Tingnan's lips twitched.

Su Ruan overheard them discussing her daughter's future and said softly.

"Who Shouchu will like in the future is up to her to decide."

"Of course."

He Sichen nodded in agreement.

"It's just giving her another option; it won't prevent her from tearing it up later."

Yan Tingnan snorted: "You're quite confident."

"It's not confidence."

He Sichen bent down and pulled He Yan back from the sofa, then grabbed a wet wipe and wiped the drool off his chin.

"It is based on an objective understanding of my son's overall assessment."

……

As night deepened, He Sichen coaxed He Yan to sleep, then quietly left the children's room and returned to the master bedroom.

Si Yimian had finished showering and was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a bath towel, drying her hair.

He walked over, took the towel from her hand, stood behind her, and wiped her face, stroke by stroke.

"He Sichen".

"Um."

Do you think Yan Yan will look like you when she grows up?

He Sichen paused for a moment.

"It's best not to."

"I wasn't doing so well before I met you."

A sour feeling welled up in Si Yimian's throat, but she forced it back down.

She pulled his finger to her lips and touched it against his wedding ring on his ring finger.

"And what about you now?"

He Sichen did not answer.

He withdrew his hand, unbuttoned the top button of her pajamas with one hand, then leaned down and pressed her into the mattress, his knees pressing into the back of her legs, his shadow completely covering her.

"Now, you will verify it yourself."

Si Yimian lay on her back, her hair scattered on the pillow, her pupils reflecting his face as he leaned down.

"Dr. He, your son is still next door."

He's asleep.

"What if he wakes up?"

"Then he'll know how much his father loves his mother."

Si Yimian's face flushed red.

This person is becoming increasingly shameless.

She raised her hand to push his chest, but after two attempts she couldn't budge him. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the pillow.

He Sichen suddenly lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.

Si Yimian leaned back as he kissed her, her fingers gripping the front of his pajamas.

The abstinent girl who couldn't even utter a word of "I like you" back then can now say sweet nothings without batting an eye.

Time is a wonderful thing.

It can boil icebergs into hot springs.

It can turn He Sichen into He Sichen Plus.

She closed her eyes and let him kiss her.

Si Yimian suddenly realized that the luckiest thing in her life was not transmigrating into this book.

She met him after she transmigrated into this world.

He Sichen.

Her doctor, Crane.

Her legal pet.

Her remaining life.

—A side note—

Wuhu is finished! Thank you to every kind reader who checked in in the comments section every day for the past two months!

Two months is a short time, but we have said goodbye properly. Mianmian and Dr. He will continue to live out the rest of their lives in their own world.

In this world, the moonlight is beautiful, and the rest of my life is long.

The new book will be published next year.

If fate allows, we'll meet again in the next book.

If we're not meant to be... then I'll force it to be.

Finally, how about a five-star book review as a temporary farewell gift?

Farewell is temporary; reunion is inevitable.

Hugs to every baby who reads this far, bye-bye!

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