CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 320 MOTHER AND CHILD CONNECTION, SHE WANTS TO SAVE THE LITTLE CHUBBY BABY 1

Could it be that the "strong progeny, many children, many blessings" the old money-grubber spoke of referred to Xiaobai, Liangliang, and Susu?

Si Mingjing rolled down the car window, resting her elbow on it and gently supporting her jaw. Admiring the scenery outside, she fell into deep thought...

After returning to the Ye Family estate, Si Mingjing had just finished dinner when Ye Qinghan came looking for her.

Ye Qinghan asked her to take a pulse reading for his wife, Yan Zhenxi.

During Yan Zhenxi’s confinement period, Si Mingjing had prescribed her some herbal remedies for postpartum recovery. Now that she had taken most of them, her body was getting better and better.

But for some reason, his wife was frowning and looking miserable every day, as if she had postpartum depression.

Ye Qinghan was anxious and helpless.

He wanted to invite a psychologist to see her, but she refused.

After she left the confinement period, they even had to sleep in separate rooms.

If this continued, Ye Qinghan felt he was going to go mad.

Knowing that Si Mingjing had returned, Ye Qinghan immediately came to ask for her help.

Si Mingjing nodded and went.

After taking her pulse, Si Mingjing felt that Yan Zhenxi’s body had recovered well, so she didn’t prescribe further remedies. Instead, she held the baby.

A one-month-old baby, so soft in her arms, made one’s heart melt. Si Mingjing, who loved children, didn’t want to let go.

In her mind, she recalled the words of Master Huixian: "No more offspring!"

"Mingjing, are you worried about something?" Yan Zhenxi asked her.

"No."

Si Mingjing gave the baby back to Yan Zhenxi, saying, "You’ve recovered well and are still young. Just pay more attention to nutrition and exercise, and you’ll soon be back to your pre-pregnancy shape, so don’t worry too much. As for the stretch marks, they’re not impossible to remove. I’ll prepare an ointment for you."

The ever-gloomy Yan Zhenxi’s eyes suddenly brightened. "Can the stretch marks really be removed?"

"They can."

Si Mingjing’s voice was very certain.

Yan Zhenxi’s eyes were slightly moist.

No girl doesn’t love beauty, and Yan Zhenxi was no exception.

Only in her twenties, she didn’t even dare to look at her own stomach now, let alone let Ye Qinghan see it.

The thought that those stretch marks might never fade was almost pushing her into depression.

When Si Mingjing said it was possible, it was like hearing the voice of an angel.

"Mingjing, when can you prepare the stretch mark removal ointment for me? I can’t wait a day longer!"

Those who have never experienced stretch marks will never understand her eagerness to remove them.

Si Mingjing reassured her, "I’ll prepare it for you tomorrow; it will only take half a day. Don’t worry. Postpartum distress is particularly harmful. You should try to relax. A good mood is beneficial for your body and the baby. Ye Qinghan is very worried you might develop postpartum depression."

"I know, it’s just that I don’t know how to face him with my body. Before giving birth, I was extremely confident about my figure. Who would have thought that after childbirth, I wouldn’t dare to undress in front of him..."

Yan Zhenxi didn’t regret having children.

But she also wanted her figure back.

Si Mingjing nodded, showing understanding.

After talking with Yan Zhenxi for a while, she left.

Before leaving, she specifically told Ye Qinghan the reason for Yan Zhenxi’s melancholy.

She thought that, as a man, he should know what his wife had endured to bear his children and the psychological burden she was carrying.

Ye Qinghan escorted her to the door. Under the moonlight, his eyes reflected an aching tenderness. "I understand," he said.

"Then I’ll be leaving now. Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll bring over the prepared ointment."

Si Mingjing felt that the men of the Ye Family were likely decent. It all depended on Ye Qinghan’s actions now.

After Si Mingjing left, Ye Qinghan went to the bedroom.

Yan Zhenxi headed to the bathroom to shower. Just as she was about to close the door, a long leg stretched in, preventing her from shutting it.

Yan Zhenxi panicked instinctively, saying, "Qinghan, I need to take a shower."

"I know. Let me help you."

Ye Qinghan insisted on coming in, and Yan Zhenxi couldn’t stop him.

The men of the Ye Family were both dominant and gentle. Mo Yinhe had to consider Si Mingjing’s memory loss, not bearing to let her feel aggrieved, always considering whether she was willing. Ye Qinghan, however, had no such considerations, bursting through the door and pinning her against it.

He undid the buttons of her clothes one by one.

Yan Zhenxi was terrified. Clutching her clothes to stop him, she desperately sought an excuse, "Qinghan, my body hasn’t recovered yet."

"Zhenxi, I’m very tempted to spank you."

That was Ye Qinghan’s voice, fierce, but his kisses falling on her lips were exceptionally gentle.

His heart ached for her; he was even more annoyed at his own carelessness for not understanding her feelings in time, letting her feel gloomy for days.

As Ye Qinghan kissed her, his hands worked to undo her clothes, touching the stretch marks crisscrossing her stomach.

Yan Zhenxi’s body trembled repeatedly. "Don’t touch," she said, trying to stop him. "It’s ugly."

"Where is it ugly?"

Ye Qinghan not only touched but also knelt down to kiss those stretch marks.

Yan Zhenxi covered her face with both hands. "Qinghan, don’t do this."

Ye Qinghan was infuriated and called her full name, "Yan Zhenxi, do you still have Xia Man in your heart?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Even if there were still lingering traces of affection in her heart for Xia Man, from the moment she decided to marry Ye Qinghan, she had vowed to be a good wife to him for life.

Ye Qinghan stood up and pried her hands from her face. His gaze, filled with sorrow, fixed on her. "Then why do you think I can’t accept these stretch marks? Why would I detest your body because of them? Yan Zhenxi, do you lack confidence in yourself, or in me?"

Tears rolled down Yan Zhenxi’s cheeks. "Don’t you find them ugly?"

"They’re not ugly. They are proof of your deep love for me."

Yan Zhenxi was not moved; she still felt they were hideous.

"You must be just comforting me."

Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes and questioned her, "So, if our roles were reversed—if I were the woman and you were the man—and one day I went through hell and back to bear your child, enduring all the hardships of a ten-month pregnancy, and ended up with stretch marks all over my stomach, would you despise me?"

"How could I?" Yan Zhenxi denied instinctively.

Ye Qinghan’s tone became even more assertive, pressing her, "Then on what grounds do you make assumptions for me, thinking I would despise you? Is my love for you, Ye Qinghan’s love, less profound than yours for me?"

Yan Zhenxi was at a loss for words. "I..."

Ye Qinghan gripped the back of her head with one hand and embraced her waist lovingly with the other, kissing her forcefully with a mix of punishment and closeness.

At times, in a cool voice, he reproached, "Zhenxi, when you think of me like that, it wounds me deeply."

Suddenly, Yan Zhenxi burst into tears. His fierce reproach was like potent medicine, striking directly at her soul.

She felt a sense of release and cried even more uncontrollably. "But they really are ugly; I detest them myself."

Ye Qinghan could no longer bear to be forceful. He coaxed her patiently, with tender and enduring love, hugging her trembling, aggrieved form tightly. "Don’t cry, my dear wife, don’t cry. When you cry, I become utterly helpless."