After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

Su Jue's heart clenched, and he awkwardly patted Deng Jing's back, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Deng Jing cried louder and louder, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and resentments she had been holding in, fueled by the alcohol tonight.

Su Jue's nose stung with tears, and he tightened his embrace, stroking her back repeatedly.

When Deng Jing had cried herself out, Su Jue hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Xiao Jing, I swear, I will take good care of myself, and what happened last time will never happen again."

Deng Jing's body stiffened slightly in his arms.

Su Jue said, "Give me some more time. Once this job is finished, I will never leave you and the child again."

Deng Jing sniffed and said stubbornly, "I'll give you two more years. If you don't come back by then, we'll get a divorce."

She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking, fearing that Su Jue would disregard his health in order to complete his work.

"Forget it, there's no use rushing work matters. Anyway, I can't get a divorce on my own if you don't come back."

Su Jue remained silent, and could only hold him tightly.

He has made guarantees so many times that he himself dares not make any more guarantees.

The two hugged for a while. Deng Jing came out of her emotions and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She pushed him and said, "I've gotten your clothes dirty."

Su Jue shook her head slightly, "It's okay, I can just change into something else."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Xiao Jing, you don't need to be so formal with me."

Deng Jing bit her lip. "We've been married for so many years, and we see each other far less often than we've been apart. Isn't it normal to feel distant?"

Su Jue was speechless. "In the future, when I come back, we'll live like Xiao Lang and his wife."

Intimate and inseparable, sticky and affectionate.

Deng Jing knew that she and Zhi Lan had different personalities, and Su Jue and Xiao Lang were also different, so their way of getting along didn't necessarily have to be like theirs.

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Deng Jing nudged Su Jue, "My face feels uncomfortable, could you go and get me a wet towel?"

"Okay." Su Jue got up and left without saying another word.

When they came back, they not only brought her a wet towel, but also poured her a glass of warm water.

Deng Jing took the warm water, lowered her eyes, and said, "My legs are sore, can you massage them for me?"

Su Jue reacted for a moment, then grasped her calf and began to knead it. "Is this okay? I'm not very good at massaging. I'll ask Zhilan for help another day."

Deng Jing considers herself a "competitive" person.

Her strong will stems from her belief that she can handle everything in life. She doesn't like to trouble others, nor does she need their help or care.

She also dislikes being conspicuous or flamboyant, and doesn't like taking advantage of others.

Her husband's family was well-off, and Su Jue earned a high salary, but she never mentioned it to her colleagues or friends.

That night at the guesthouse, Deng Jing and Lin Zhilan confided in each other.

She doesn't deny her deep feelings for Su Jue, but on the other hand, she harbors resentment towards him.

Lin Zhilan asked her if she had ever thought about breaking up with Su Jue.

Deng Jing denied it.

Even now, with Su Jue getting old and in poor health, Deng Jing still loves him.

Like Lin Zhilan and the others, Deng Jing had more or less guessed the nature of Su Jue's work.

While feeling proud of Su Jue, Deng Jing also felt that she hadn't been selfless enough.

These two states were tormenting her, making her feel terrible.

They couldn't solve Su Lang's work problem, but Lin Zhilan and Deng Jing said that she was just too sensible and should "ask" more.

Looking at Su Jue massaging her legs, Deng Jing wondered if she was being a little too forward.

She pulled her leg back and asked Su Jue, "What are you laughing at?"

Su Jue smiled faintly and remained silent. As long as Deng Jing could order him around, he was happy.

Lin Zhilan drank the wine and went straight to sleep.

After Su Lang finished washing up and returned to his room, he saw Su Li sitting behind his mother, playing with something.

Su Lang walked over and saw that Su Li had made a mess of his mother's hair, with a braid here and a knot there.

He quickly scooped Su Li out of bed.

Su Li was lifted into the air, her limbs limp and her expression innocent.

Su Lang looked at the brat and asked, "Why are you playing with Mommy's hair?"

Su Li replied confidently, "Bragging."

Su Lang took a deep breath, "Your mom will braid your hair later."

"Ha!" Su Li laughed, finding it amusing.

Su Lang was too lazy to waste words with him and laid him down on his own small bed.

Su Li wiggled like an eel a couple of times and tried to sit up.

Su Lang pulled the blanket over him and said, "Go to sleep quickly."

"Sigh," Su Lixue sighed deeply, "It's a daily struggle."

Su Lang ignored him and went to clean up the mess her son had made.

Lin Zhilan's hair is long and thick, but fortunately it is very smooth and not too difficult to manage.

Su Li didn't know what was wrong with her; she tied a knot that was impossible to untie many times.

Su Lang had no choice but to untangle and straighten them one by one before she was done.

Throughout the entire process, Lin Zhilan never woke up once.

The warm yellow light fell on her face, making her eyebrows and eyes look very soft.

Long eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow under the eyes, like butterfly wings.

Su Lang couldn't resist and kissed his wife on the cheek.

"Me too." Su Li had somehow crawled out of bed again, kneeling on the small bed and leaning over the railing to look this way.

Su Lang was startled and said irritably, "What do you want?"

Su Li smiled shyly, "I want a kiss too."

Su Lang gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. "Alright, go to sleep."

Su Li whimpered, stretched out her chubby little hand, and vigorously rubbed the spot on her face where she had been kissed, "I want Mommy to kiss me!"

Su Lang silently repeated "biological son" three times before carrying him to Lin Zhilan's side.

Su Li leaned over and gave Lin Zhilan a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Satisfied? Can you go to sleep now?" Su Lang looked at him expressionlessly.

Su Li blinked. "Okay."

Su Lang put him back on the small bed and wrapped him up in a blanket like a little dumpling.

Then walk to the door and turn off the light.

Now it's finally quiet.

Su Lang went back into bed and pulled Lin Zhilan closer to him.

Lin Zhilan unconsciously leaned closer to him in her sleep and put her hand on his waist.

Su Lang was content with his wife's unconscious dependence, and just as a smile appeared on his lips, he heard the demonic sound coming from the small bed again.

"dad!"

Su Lang did not respond.

"Dad!" Su Li called out again, her voice louder this time.

Su Lang rubbed his forehead. "What is it now?"

Su Li: "Pee!"

This child is really not worth keeping.

Su Lang removed his wife's head from his shoulder, turned on the light, and carried Su Li outside to urinate.

The hardworking old father finally managed to take good care of his son, and after he finished urinating and washing his hands, he carried him back home.

After being exposed to the cold wind outside, Su Li felt even more energetic.