Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

Nan Zhi made up her mind to shut her heart and not want to talk to him anymore.

Seeing that he couldn't coax the woman who was making a fuss in bed, Li Sinian had no choice but to turn around and leave the bedroom.

The lights were still on in the living room downstairs.

After taking a nap during the day, Da Bao and Xiao Bao are full of energy and are currently lying on the soft mat playing with a bunch of toys.

Li Sinian, feeling slightly weary, walked to the toy section and sat down.

When Da Bao saw him, he immediately stopped what he was doing, crawled over, and quietly nestled beside him.

Li Sinian reached out and gently pinched Da Bao's soft little face, sighing softly, "Your mother is angry and won't talk to me now."

Da Bao tilted his head and pondered for a moment before stuffing the brand-new little yellow duck in his arms into his palm.

Li Sinian was taken aback, then instantly understood the child's thoughts: "You mean, you want me to take the duck up to appease your mother?"

Da Bao nodded his head emphatically.

Li Sinian gently stroked the top of his head, then shook his head with a wry smile: "But Mom doesn't seem to like ducks."

As soon as the words were spoken, a blurry fragment of memory flashed through my mind.

He vaguely remembered that he had once carved a duck pendant by hand and given it to Nan Zhi. At that time, she treasured it and wore it around her neck every day. But now he didn't know where she had put it.

I haven't seen her wear it.

When Da Bao saw that this method was not working, he pushed over all the toy cars that were next to him.

Li Sinian truthfully replied, "Mom doesn't seem to like toy cars either."

Now Da Bao was in a real predicament.

They brought out the ducks and the toy car, but Dad said Mom didn't want anything.

Her small brows furrowed tightly, and she looked completely helpless.

Mom is so hard to please, she can't even soothe the little car or the little duck.

My wife is so hard to please...

Xiao Bao sat on the mat by himself, pushing his little cart back and forth, while his little yellow duck doll was long forgotten and abandoned.

Looking at his two children with completely different personalities, Li Sinian couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "This is probably the difference between my eldest son and my unworthy son."

It wasn't until after nine o'clock that the two little ones finally became very sleepy.

After drinking their warm night milk, both babies finally fell into a deep sleep.

Li Sinian guessed that Nan Zhi upstairs should already be resting, so he tiptoed back to the bedroom.

The room was dark, with the lights off.

He groped his way up to the bed, only to find that there was no place for him left.

Nan Zhi lay sprawled out, and the empty space that was originally reserved for her next to her was now piled with dolls used to lull children to sleep.

Li Sinian reached out and snatched all the dolls away, tossing them under the bed. Just as he was about to lie down, he was suddenly kicked from behind, rolling off the bed and onto the floor.

"Honey, do you remember what I told you before?"

At this moment, Nan Zhi was filled with anger and grievances, and had no mind to recall what he had said.

He was deliberately hiding something from her, and this felt like a thorn in her heart.

Li Sinian leaned down, reached out and firmly grasped her exposed little feet, his large palm holding her slender calves steadily, his tone carrying a hint of insistence: "I said, we can't sleep separately."

"Honey, I really didn't do anything wrong outside."

"If you don't believe me, we'll go buy a chastity lock tomorrow, and you can put it on me, okay?"

"Don't be angry. There's an old saying that if you quarrel at the head of the bed, you'll make up at the foot of the bed. Let's make up at the foot of the bed, okay?"

Nan Zhi picked up her phone from the bedside, quickly typed a message, and handed it to him: "Then tell me honestly, what have you been busy with these past few days?"

Li Sinian remained calm, showing no sign of panic, and replied casually, "Just some trivial work-related matters."

"I won't be busy at all tomorrow, I'll stay home all day with you, okay?"

Nan Zhi immediately saw through his lie.

In the past, he would have loved for her to inquire about his whereabouts and take the initiative to check up on him and show concern for him.

Even a simple reply to a message can make him happy for a long time.

He would talk about what he did at the company that day, how many times he had thought about her, and he would ramble on and on.

But now, he has been deliberately hiding it.

She lowered her eyes wearily and did not press him to reveal the truth any further.

Li Sinian took the opportunity to lift the blanket, lay down next to her, and pulled her into his arms.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Wife, where's the necklace I gave you?"

"Why haven't you been wearing one lately?"

Nan Zhi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Which necklace?

He had given her countless pieces of jewelry over the years, and she didn't immediately know which one he was referring to.

Li Sinian reminded her, "It's that duck necklace."

Nan Zhi looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion.

She picked up her phone, typed a message, and showed it to him: When did you give me the duck necklace?

"I've only ever given it to you!" Li Sinian said firmly.

Carving a pendant is a painstaking and laborious task, requiring a long time for each cut. He remembers how much effort he put into it back then.

Nan Zhi couldn't help but type back to him: But you refused to admit it back then, stubbornly insisting that it was a swan, and wouldn't allow anyone to laugh at it for looking like a duck.

But it was clearly a duck!

These words instantly awakened Li Sinian.

Memories flooded back, and he suddenly realized, slapping his forehead: "Oh, I remember now!"

"Then I'll always give you a swan as the second gift!"

He suddenly froze, recalling the objects he had been carving by hand in his spare time recently.

He had originally planned to make a chick pendant as a gift for her, but a vague memory surfaced again—it seemed that what he had promised to carve for her wasn't a chick at all.

However, the pendant is already taking shape...

Nan Zhi reached out and grabbed his shirt, holding the phone up to his face. The words on the screen were clear: Tell me quickly, who did you give the duck necklace to?

It couldn't have been her anyway; she only received a necklace that was insisted to be a swan.

Seeing that she wouldn't let go of this matter, Li Sinian used his old tricks again and immediately began to play the victim.

He frowned, his expression clouded with weakness: "Wife, as you know, my memory has been a mess ever since I was in a car accident."

"It's inevitable that your mind will be foggy and you'll forget some things."

As he spoke, he grabbed Nan Zhi's hand and pressed it against his temple, his voice soft and tinged with suppressed pain: "Wife, can you rub it for me? My head really hurts."

He snuggled into her arms, burying his face in her shoulder, and mumbled in a low voice, "I really only ever gave it to you, ahhh~".

"Don't think about this, the more you think about it, the worse your head will hurt."

He nuzzled her neck and said repeatedly in a coquettish tone, "Wife, rub it for me, and it will stop hurting."

Nan Zhi was at a loss when faced with him like this, but instead of immediately rubbing his forehead, she pressed her fingertips against his forehead, her eyes full of suspicion.

— First, pretend to run with the baby, then propose, and then get married.