CHAPTER 628: CHAPTER 628: BABY, MOMMY IS JEALOUS OF YOU

Ji Wei read the email carefully twice, and the corners of her lips slowly curved into a smile.

Overcome with excitement, her slender fingers tapped the phone screen a bit hastily: Dad, I’ll wait for you to come back safely. With Spring Festival approaching, you coming home to the Ji Family will make it a true reunion. Grandma has been longing for your return. Plus, your little grandson will be born soon—you, as his grandpa, must keep your word!

"What’s got you so happy?" Mo Qian, awake at some point, leaned in close. His slightly drowsy, lazy eyes were trained on the petite woman replying to emails.

"Dad said he’ll be back soon!" Ji Wei raised her head excitedly.

"That’s great news."

Seeing Ji Wei so happy, he couldn’t help but curve his lips into a faint smile. His large hand wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace. His thin lips brushed against her fair and delicate cheek, and his tender, rich voice said, "It’s the weekend today—later, let’s go to the mall and pick out some things for the baby."

Ji Wei tilted her head to look at him and blinked: "Mom already bought quite a lot beforehand."

"I’ve seen them. Mom bought things for a boy, but I want to get princess dresses for my precious daughter." Mo Qian spoke with a serious expression, fully embodying a dedicated father-to-be obsessed with having a daughter.

Ji Wei couldn’t help but purse her lips and chuckle.

Her husband’s fixation on having a daughter was deeply ingrained, impossible to change.

"Is that funny?" The man raised an eyebrow and asked lightly.

Ji Wei quickly shook her head and suppressed her laughter, saying, "I’m not laughing at you. You, as the soon-to-be promoted dad, are absolutely on point—truly."

Mo Qian, unbothered, flicked her forehead lightly: "You smooth talker."

Ji Wei yelped in pain, clutching her forehead as she glared at him: "If our daughter is born, will you give her all your love?"

Mo Qian, about to get out of bed, paused and sat back down. With an amused look, he teased, "Are you jealous of our daughter already?"

"Absolutely. If you love her and not me, of course I’ll be jealous." Ji Wei spoke with an exaggeratedly serious face.

Mo Qian couldn’t suppress his laughter. His broad palm gently rested on her round belly, then he pressed his ear against it, speaking softly, "Baby, Mommy’s jealous of you. Tell Daddy what to do."

"Oh, is that so? Daddy understands." After a few seconds, Mo Qian nodded seriously as if he’d received an answer.

Watching him press against her belly and talk to himself, Ji Wei couldn’t hold back her laughter. "Stop teasing! The baby doesn’t even have thoughts yet—how could they understand what you’re saying?"

"Want to know what the baby said?" Mo Qian straightened up and asked.

"What?"

Mo Qian leaned close to her ear, his magnetic voice flowing gently: "Mommy is the big treasure, the baby is the little treasure, but Daddy’s greatest love will always be Mommy."

Ji Wei gazed into the tender warmth in the man’s deep black eyes, and her heart felt overwhelmingly full.

Actually, she had said those things earlier just to tease him, but she hadn’t expected Mo Qian to coax her so sweetly.

She rewarded him with a kiss on the lips, then pulled his hand to get out of bed: "If you don’t get up now, Aunt Zhu’s breakfast will get cold."

After breakfast, Mo Qian personally drove Ji Wei to the mall for some shopping.

Ji Wei used to think men didn’t have much patience for shopping, but now she had to reconsider.

It hadn’t even been ten minutes in the baby store, and Mo Qian had already almost filled the shopping cart.

Ji Wei had no choice but to step in and curb the newfound dad’s shopping enthusiasm, "Mo Qian, this dress would only fit the baby when she’s at least two—no need to buy it."

"And this Barbie doll... newborns can’t play with it."

"These shoes aren’t needed for now, either. She’ll be fine wearing socks for the first six months since she won’t be able to stand or walk yet."

Watching as Ji Wei meticulously removed the items he’d carefully chosen one by one, the shopping cart was quickly emptied out almost completely. Mo Qian wanted to object but realized that what she said made sense.

For the first time, he felt the sting of failure—two words he’d rarely associated with himself.