The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The next morning, both of them got up very early.

Song Yunqi sat cross-legged on the sofa, with a blanket over her knees, a pen in her hand, and an open booklet in front of her containing dozens of words, all of which Shen Chonglu had pondered for a long time before selecting them.

Shen Chonglu was also holding his phone, the screen displaying the interface of a name-generating app. The couple huddled together, discussing the topic casually.

"Shen Song, how is it?"

Shen Chonglu touched the character "颂" (song) on ​​the booklet with the tip of his pen.

"If it's a boy, use this one. It's the 'Song' in 'singing praises,' and it sounds like 'Song.' It doesn't have many strokes, so writing his name won't be a problem during exams."

Song Yunqi had no objection, nodded, and repeated after her: "Shen Song".

"Yes, if it's a girl, add 'Yi' to it, like Shen Songyi." Shen Chonglu wrote the character "Yi" next to it.

"From now on, we'll all call him Songsong by his nickname. It sounds much better than Zhuangzhuang's dad or Zhuangzhuang's mom, don't you think?"

Song Yunqi had long felt that Zhuangzhuang and Guoguo's names were a bit hasty. Although the current one wasn't quite right either, she still repeated the two characters to herself twice before nodding: "Songsong is fine."

"Tentative."

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now."

Shen Chonglu closed the booklet and put it aside. He reached out and touched Song Yunqi's belly, bending down to greet the baby inside: "Songsong, you have a new name! Aren't you happy?"

My stomach is quiet and there's no reaction.

Shen Chonglu waited patiently for two seconds, and seeing that his eldest son was not giving his father face, he assumed the little guy hadn't heard him and added in a low voice:

"Move it so Dad can see?"

Still nothing.

As the baby gets older, they become more and more mischievous, making quiet time a rare treat.

Having finally calmed down, Song Yunqi didn't want to be bothered anymore, so she pushed away the man's head that was leaning in: "Don't cause trouble, it's usually not awake at this time."

"When will we move?"

"afternoon."

Shen Chonglu gave a regretful "Oh," and was about to say something when the doorbell rang.

He wondered who was coming to the door at this time, and looked up at Song Yunqi with a puzzled expression, thinking that the other party had invited a friend or guest to the house. The latter shook her head slightly to indicate that she did not know, and then raised her chin to signal him to open the door.

Shen Chonglu walked to the entrance hall, looked out through the peephole, and then opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Song Yunxun, wearing a light blue cotton shirt and dark trousers. Her hair was neatly styled, and she looked much more refreshed than she had appeared at the KTV that day.

He was carrying two bags, one containing fruit and the other seemingly packaged snacks. When he saw Shen Chonglu open the door, he immediately gave a somewhat reserved smile.

"Brother Shen."

The boy called out shyly, his voice low and tinged with embarrassment.

"I just wanted to drop by and say thank you. Is that a bit of a bother?"

Shen Chonglu was naturally polite to Song Yunqi's younger brother, smiling and stepping aside to make way: "No need to disturb, no need to disturb, please come in."

Song Yunxun changed her shoes and went inside. Her gaze swept around the living room before finally landing on Song Yunqi on the sofa.

The young man leaned back lazily on the sofa, a blanket draped between his legs, a pen in his hand, his face indifferent, his gaze calm as he looked over.

"elder brother."

Song Yunxun stepped forward to greet him, placed the things he was carrying on the side of the coffee table, and stood properly.

"Thank you so much, Brother Shen, for arranging my accommodation. Not only are all the daily necessities provided, but even a change of clothes is included. I really don't know how to thank you enough..."

Facing her younger brother, Song Yunxi's attitude was not overly warm; she simply nodded and pointed to the sofa.

"Please sit down."

Song Yunxun sat down as instructed, but because she was too reserved, her bottom only occupied a third of the space on the single sofa, and she looked very uneasy.

His gaze lingered on Song Yunqi for a moment, noticing a booklet next to her, densely covered with writing, and a cup of warm jujube tea beside her.

"Brother, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Yunxun asked, his tone carrying just the right amount of concern.

"No, I've been resting at home recently."

"That's good."

The conversation was interrupted. Song Yunxun nodded politely and looked away, her fingers clenching and unclenching on her knees.

"The accommodation is great, the neighborhood is quiet, and there's a park and shopping mall downstairs. Brother Shen's people showed me the way; it's close to the hospital and subway station, so it's convenient for everything."

Shen Chonglu leaned back on the sofa. Hearing that he still had things to do, he casually replied, "Just tell the people below if you need anything, and they will provide it for you."

"That's enough. Everything is readily available."

As Song Yunxun spoke, she turned her head slightly to look at Shen Chonglu, a faint smile curving her lips and her eyes crinkling as well.

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Shen. I never thought I could live in such a nice place. Before, I was always switching between rented rooms and staff dormitories."

To be honest, despite having a face that was strikingly similar to Song Yunqi's, he put on an ingratiating and submissive expression that Song Yunqi would never show, which made Shen Chonglu feel extremely strange and uncomfortable. He was a little lost in thought for a while before waving his hand in response.

"It's nothing. You're Yunqi's younger brother, so it's only right that I help you out."

Song Yunxun thanked him, picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and as he put it down, he seemed to suddenly remember something, tilting his head to look at Song Yunxi: "Brother, the gentleman who arranged my accommodation said that you and Brother Shen both own villas and estates..."

"Then why are you still living in an apartment? It's convenient here, but it's not as spacious as a villa."

He asked casually, his tone carrying a hint of innocent curiosity.

Shen Chonglu leaned back on the sofa and chuckled, patting Song Yunqi's shoulder lightly. His tone was relaxed and natural: "It's just the two of us living here, so of course an apartment is cozy."

"The villa is too big, it's so empty, your voice echoes, it's so lonely living here. We'll wait until Songsong is a bit older, it's just right now."

When he said the word "Songsong," he naturally placed his palm on Song Yunqi's belly and patted it lightly, with a hint of showing off.

Song Yunxun's gaze followed his hand down, her smile unchanged, but the fingers holding the cup tightened slightly.

"Is my brother pregnant? No wonder his belly looks so big. Is Songsong the baby's name?"

"Yes, it's been a little over five months, and she'll be born soon."

Mentioning the baby, Shen Chonglu perked up again and casually tucked the blanket up a bit.

Song Yunxun lowered her eyes, looking at the sloshing water in her cup, the smile on her lips lingering for a couple of seconds before she looked up again, smiling and saying, "That's wonderful, Brother Shen and Brother's child will definitely be beautiful and smart."

"Of course." The man was not modest at all, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

Song Yunxun put down the cup, changed her sitting posture, put her knees together, and placed her hands on her lap, her posture docile.

"Brother, you must be having a hard time during your pregnancy?"

Song Yunqi glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and then replied, "A little, but I'm also very happy."

"That's fine then."

The boy nodded, paused for two seconds, and then added, "Dad mentioned that your body was a little different, but I didn't expect it could be like this..."

He said it so naturally, as if it were just something he said casually. The word "Dad" floated in the air, light and without any emotion.

Song Yunqi remained silent.

He knew all too well how talkative Song Yuanzhi was.

What good things can a gambler say? He mostly talks about his sold son as a joke, about how he went to the Lu family to enjoy a life of luxury, how he climbed the social ladder, and about his private affairs that he doesn't want outsiders to know.

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