“You wretch, you can usually beat down a few tigers, but have one baby and you’re this delicate—not dignified at all!”

“It’s hard on this old woman here—days and nights I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and I’ve got several more wrinkles now.”

“Forget it, I won’t waste any more breath! Wouldn’t want to be called a shrew who abandoned her manners—not worth it!”

Tang Xiaohua spoke for about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, then fell silent.

Yue Qinchun really couldn’t hold back and lifted the curtain again.

“Mother, and you call that not nagging? Little Xiaojiang’s probably been coaxed to sleep by you already.”

She stood on tiptoe, peering inside, but didn’t come in.

Jiu’er had said Qiao Mu needed more air, so unless necessary, she should just stay outside.

“What kind of talk is that, girl?” Tang Xiaohua turned back and swept her with a glance.

“Sister Hua, could you please step outside for a moment.” Qiao Mu looked at her, lips pressed tight.

But in the end she couldn’t help it—a burst of laughter slipped out.

The moment she laughed, Qiao Mu started crying.

“Ow… the wound hurts so much!”

“Bear with it, just a little more.” Feng Jiang hurried to comfort her.

“Your wound hurts, and you’re chasing people out—what’s the meaning of that?” Tang Xiaohua frowned.

Qiao Mu was sweating from the pain; seeing it made Tang Xiaohua’s heart ache, which only made her more irritable.

“Sister Hua, Qiao Mu was worried she’d be too happy seeing you, but she can’t laugh right now,” Feng Jiu’er said, having finished bandaging the wound. She straightened up and rubbed her waist.

“I was just laughing at how much you nag!” Fine sweat covered Qiao Mu’s face, but the corners of her mouth curved up slightly.

“Can’t laugh?” Tang Xiaohua looked at Feng Jiu’er, puzzled.

“Mm.” Feng Jiu’er nodded. “If she laughs, it pulls at the wound, and it hurts!”

Only then did Tang Xiaohua realize she’d hurt Qiao Mu, and she turned around at once.

“I’ll go see if there’s any pain medicine—what a troublesome little thing!”

“Thanks.” Feng Jiu’er glanced outside, then turned her gaze back to Qiao Mu. “How are you feeling now?”

Tang Xiaohua left, and Yue Qinchun went out too, letting the curtain fall.

Inside the room, quiet finally settled back in as it should.

Feng Jiu’er came to Feng Jiang’s side to look at little Xiaojiang, sound asleep, and couldn’t resist teasing him a bit.

He really was just too adorable!

“The wound hurts, and my head feels dizzy,” Qiao Mu said. “By the way, how long did I sleep?”

“Three days and three nights.” Feng Jiu’er touched her forehead. “I’ve already used the best medicine on the wound—the rest of the pain you’ll just have to bear.”

“The dizziness is from blood loss—that recovery will be a bit slow.”

“I’ve been watching your son these past few days, and nothing’s gone wrong. Very good! Don’t worry.”

“Thanks.” Qiao Mu looked at the little one in her arms. “Feng Jiang, go rest for a while. Your face looks terrible.”

Feng Jiang gently stroked her head and said softly, “I’m fine, as long as you’re all right.”

Qiao Mu met his gaze and knit her brows. “Go, quickly! Don’t come tonight.”

“If you rest well tonight, tomorrow it’ll be Jiu’er’s turn. We can’t have everyone collapse just because of me alone.”

Feng Jiu’er looked at Feng Jiang too and said, “Qiao Mu’s right. Go rest.”

“She’s woken up, which means her life’s no longer in danger. There’s still everyone else outside—go, quickly!”

Feng Jiang steadied himself, stood, bent down, and drew close to Qiao Mu.

“Careful not to press on our son!” Qiao Mu gave him a sidelong glance.

Feng Jiang carefully leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Wife, I’ll head over now.”

“Go on.” Qiao Mu didn’t look at him, gazing instead at her child.

“Little one, open your eyes and look at me. I’m your mother—hurry! Stop sleeping!”

“A real man, sleeping all day—what kind of behavior is this!”