Chapter 173: The Chatterbox Learned It From Her (1/2)

The tiny bundle nestled in Hu Yao’s arms, Jiang Fuheng, was diligently drinking his milk, completely focused.

Once he was full, Jiang Han pulled him out, his little face a bit dazed, as if about to fall asleep again.

“Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, he’s never had any energy,” Jiang Han casually wiped his mouth and tossed him back into the cradle.

On the third day after Jiang Fuheng came home, he had his own little cradle. Jiang Han made it for him, and he slept in it at night.

“He’s so small,” Hu Yao adjusted her clothes, giving him a reproachful glance. Did he really want to take him to herd cattle with Chaochao?

“So what if he’s small? I treat him like an emperor,” Jiang Han snorted, pulling Jiang Fuheng’s blanket over him and tucking him in. Then he rolled over, pulled her into his arms, and continued sleeping.

His hands weren’t very well-behaved, always reaching for her.

The clothes she had just straightened were messed up again by him. Hu Yao pressed down on his wandering hand, her attention diverted.

Whenever he got into his rogue mode, there was no end to it.

She had just given birth, and her confinement period wasn’t over yet. Although he always said he wanted to do bad things to her, he never actually went all the way, always considering her body.

“I just touched you, this is your chance to touch me back,” he said gruffly, grabbing her hand and guiding it towards himself, as if it was fair.

He half-pressed himself on her, burying his head in her neck, his voice low and husky, reaching her ears.

“All milky.”

“Do you want something else?”

His voice was so hoarse and raspy at this moment, incredibly indecent.

Hu Yao’s face flushed crimson, her eyes filled with a hazy, shimmering light, her shyness overflowing. She wanted to cover her chest, but her hand was held tight by him. He, he really…

“No! … You, you… don’t drink it,” she was extremely flustered, her exposed skin tinged with a light pink, her voice urgent.

The room was pitch black, bathed in the faint glow of the moon. Their ragged breaths intertwined, mixed with ambiguous sounds of water.

He still got her hands dirty, along with other parts of her, both of them imbued with each other’s scent, intimately connected.

Jiang Han really finished off Jiang Fuheng’s leftover milk. He still said it wasn’t very good, and under Hu Yao’s annoyed expression, he was in a very good mood, cleaning up after her and helping her get dressed.

“Don’t hug me! I’m hot.”

After the commotion, Hu Yao refused to let him hug her. Thinking about his outrageous behavior just now, she was still flustered, her face still hot.

She was really hot. It was so hot, and she was in confinement. The fan wasn’t even blowing towards her, and he wasn’t fanning her either. In all these days, she had only taken a few baths and washed her hair twice.

He was the one who washed her hair, and he quickly dried it with a hairdryer after washing.

The hairdryer was something he brought back from somewhere, she couldn’t resist washing her hair.

Confinement for a woman was a big deal. If she was careless and developed a chronic illness, it would be her who would suffer in the future. Hu Yao didn’t know what it was like when she gave birth to Jiang Xiaochao, but now Jiang Han seemed to care even more than she did.

He also listened to Grandma Liu and did all sorts of things for her.

In the past half-month since she was in confinement, he didn’t seem to be very busy, mostly staying at home. Occasionally, he would go to check on the tea fields, and other business matters were handled by Song Sikai who came to him.

“If you’re hot, why are you huddled up so close? Come out a bit. I won’t hug you if you don’t want me to. I’m not going to eat you,” hearing her say she was hot, this time Jiang Han didn’t insist on hugging her, he just pulled her closer to him.

This woman was really troublesome during confinement. After she gave birth to Jiang Fuchao, she was still energetic and bouncing around like nothing had happened. Now she was listless, even eating less.

Maybe she was getting older and couldn’t handle it anymore? It was better not to have any more children, she would suffer, and he wouldn’t be any better off.

Hu Yao, at twenty-one, didn’t know what he was thinking about her age. Sleepiness overcame her, and she drifted off to sleep.

Her birthday was actually before Jiang Xiaochao’s. He said he would celebrate her birthday, but it was already past. But he still gave her a belated gift.

He always liked to give her gold. That time, he gave her a ring.

The style was pretty good, but it was still very eye-catching, and she still couldn’t get used to wearing it. So she put it away with the bracelet and necklace from before.

She had been wearing the red string longevity lock he put on her when she was sick.

Jiang Xiaochao also learned from her and gave her things. He didn’t know who he learned it from, but when he took his little cow to graze, he made a flower crown for her and ran back to give it to her.

The vines he wove were loose and floppy, but the wildflowers on it were beautiful. He told her earnestly in his baby voice that he had picked them for a long time, and they were picked from his grandparents’ graves.

At that time, Hu Yao was half moved and half speechless, her heart was mixed with emotions, but under his sincere and adorable appearance, she was still very happy to let him put it on her.

Hu Yao still kept that flower crown, even though the fresh flowers on it had long wilted.

…

The next morning, Hu Yao woke up to the sound of chirping birds and insects.

Jiang Han was still asleep beside her. This was a rare occasion where he didn’t wake up before her. He had been taking care of her and the child these days, and he was tired too, often waking up in the middle of the night.

Jiang Fuheng was quiet in the cradle, she didn’t know if he was awake.

He was very well-behaved, not crying or fussing. He would wake up on his own and not cry if there was nothing to do, just blinking his wet eyes and playing quietly, occasionally looking curiously at his surroundings. He didn’t need anyone to accompany him, and he would even be a little impatient if too many people were around him, frowning.

Jiang Xiaochao liked to talk to him, telling him everything. Jiang Fuheng didn’t give him much face, which made Jiang Xiaochao, the older brother, feel wronged and said he wouldn’t play with him anymore.

But after a while, he would run back to find Jiang Fuheng, completely forgetting that he said he wouldn’t play with him.

Hu Yao got out of bed gently, and looked at Jiang Fuheng in the cradle by the bed.

He was indeed awake, quietly grasping his own little hand. When he saw her come over, his leisurely rolling eyes turned to her. After a few seconds, he let out a milky hum, stretched out his–>>

The little tongue licked the rosy lips.

Hu Yao smiled gently, bent down and picked him up, her voice soft: “When did Hengheng wake up? Are you hungry?”

She spoke to him very gently, Jiang Fuheng smelled the familiar scent on her, couldn’t help but lick his little mouth again, his moist eyes stared at her, he hummed in a milky voice.

Hu Yao smiled and fed him milk, then checked and changed him into a new diaper, slowly carrying him out: “Let’s see if brother is awake, Hengheng wants to play with brother, okay? Daddy is still sleeping…”

Her rambling and gentle voice faded away, the door closed softly, Jiang Han turned over and got up a few minutes later, lazily lifting his arm.

What’s wrong, she talks so much to Jiang Fuheng, can Jiang Fuheng answer her? Can he understand her?

Sure enough, Jiang Fuchao’s chatterbox learned from her, she doesn’t talk to him that much!

“Brother, look, doggy~”

“There’s also a white one, wait a minute!”