Chapter 787: The Child-Pranking Maniac

Leng Ruoli nodded shyly.

Seeing his darling so shy and cute, Jiang Muye really wanted to steal a few more kisses, but the problem was that kissing like that made it far too easy to lose control.

To keep himself from getting carried away, Jiang Muye chose to hold himself back.

"If you feel uncomfortable at night, you can use night pants," Jiang Muye reminded her.

Leng Ruoli was quite surprised. "You even know about night pants?"

"As an expectant father, if I didn't even know about night pants, then I'd absolutely not be a qualified father, much less an excellent husband." The corners of Jiang Muye's mouth curled up uncontrollably.

He dotingly rubbed Leng Ruoli's little head.

Leng Ruoli's ears were red, but looking at Jiang Muye, she couldn't help but start smiling sweetly.

In that moment, Jiang Muye truly felt it was the highlight of his life.

Ever since Leng Ruoli got pregnant, there was no way Jiang Muye would let her touch anything cold.

Sometimes, just standing by the window was enough to make Jiang Muye anxious.

"Don't, you're dressed so thinly—even if you want some breeze, this isn't the way to do it. What if it leaves you with postpartum illness?" Jiang Muye immediately added a jacket for her and escorted her back to her seat.

Seeing how nervous Jiang Muye was, Leng Ruoli stuck out her tongue. "It's just too stuffy in the room. I was only taking a breath of fresh air."

"Then you still have to take good care of your body, otherwise I'll worry about you too, understand? It's still too cold here. Come on, don't stay by the window. In a few days, I'll take you out for a walk." Jiang Muye was soothing Leng Ruoli's mood.

After hearing Jiang Muye's concern, Leng Ruoli slowly broke into a smile.

She was still very obedient, and following Jiang Muye's words, she went inside and sat down.

When Jiang Muye saw her going to lift things and tidy up, he got extremely nervous. "Don't, this is truly too heavy. You can't lift heavy things right now. You just rest well, you're in confinement now."

He carried Leng Ruoli onto the bed, then handed her some hot water. "Drink a bit more water."

Leng Ruoli smiled somewhat helplessly. "It's not that serious. Right now it's this I can't do, and that I can't do."

"Mainly it's because my mom said that during confinement you should do it properly, otherwise you'll regret it later when you get postpartum illness." Jiang Muye still doted on Leng Ruoli very much, feeling that as a husband, whatever he could do, he would just do it in her place.

Leng Ruoli's eyes flickered slightly. "But if you don't lead a team, you'll just work yourself to death. You're working far too hard, doing everything yourself. The maternity matron has practically become a decoration, taking care of me is all on you, and the staff at the confinement center have nothing to do either—even looking after the baby is on you."

Jiang Muye said, "They can give me support. I feel that whatever I can do, I should still do it myself. I just want to be a bit more careful, that way I can take care of everything."

Seeing how sincerely Jiang Muye treated her, Leng Ruoli's heart was still very moved.

Although giving birth was hard, and raising a child wasn't easy either, ever since Jiang Muye was there, she hadn't felt any hardship at all.