CH extra 4

Under the urging of Wen Xingyi and Father Song, Song Yan still hadn't gone to see a doctor because he knew very well whether he could or couldn't.

And it proved that he could.

There are many celebrities in the entertainment industry who have secret marriages and children, but it wasn't necessary for Wen Li. Her relationship with Song Yan had been public from the beginning. Song Yan didn't need to rely on a single persona to attract fans, and now that Wen Li had successfully transitioned, she could openly share the good news with her fans.

This pregnancy was like a well-deserved break for Wen Li amidst her hard work.

Song Yan also took a break to avoid too much media disturbance. He willingly accompanied Wen Li to Aocheng City for the delivery. He stayed by her side throughout the process until Wen Li gave birth to their baby safely.

The couple didn't mind the gender of their child, so they didn't want to know in advance. They wanted to preserve the surprise of the baby's birth.

As a result, after the baby was born, Wen Xingyi couldn't wait to make a phone call because he couldn't be physically present in Aocheng City to accompany Wen Li. He kept asking through the phone, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Wen Yan, who rushed over from Yancheng, answered the call in the corridor to avoid disturbing Wen Li.

The man smiled slightly and said, "It's a boy."

Wen Xingyi couldn't hold back and subconsciously exclaimed, "Oh, it's not a girl..."

Hearing the disappointment in his father's voice, Wen Yan asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like boys?"

"It's not that, as long as it's my great-grandson, whether it's a boy or a girl, I'll love them. It's just..." Wen Xingyi furrowed his brow and murmured, "It's just that there are too many boys..."

Only Wen Xingyi would have such concerns, while Father Xu, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He would be happy whether it was a boy or a girl. After learning that both mother and child were safe, he even took out an old photo of his wife, Wen Wei, and reported the safe arrival of the grandchild to the person in the photo.

Unlike the reactions of his father and his uncle, Xu Li felt relieved upon hearing that it was a boy, "It's good that it's a boy."

Wen Li didn't like the sound of this and said, "What do you mean? Are you looking down on boys?"

"It's not that," Xu Li's tone was very indifferent, "I mean, in case you plan to have a second child in the future, the arrangement will either be older brother-younger brother or older brother-younger sister. At least my nephew won't have to go through the same hardships as me."

Wen Li was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what he meant. She scolded with a smile, "Do I treat you badly?!"

"Whether you treat me well or not, you know it in your heart."

Wen Li pouted and muttered, "It's a good thing I'm the older one. If you were my eldest brother, who knows how much you would bully me."

"Don't think everyone is like you," Xu Li also pouted, "If I were your eldest brother, I would definitely do better than you."

Wen Li smirked, "Well, Eldest Brother Xu, I just gave birth, and my body is still weak. And here you are arguing with me. Were you picked up from the trash bin by our parents?"

Xu Li ignored her and raised an eyebrow, using a cotton swab to moisten Wen Li's dry lips.

Wen Li rolled her eyes in an arrogant manner.

Xu Li's movements were very gentle. He smiled as he said, "Sister, you've worked hard."

"Hey, stop taking advantage of me."

The two of them exchanged a few more playful remarks. When Song Yan and Mother Song returned from the doctor's office, Xu Li immediately handed the cotton swab to Song Yan and said with a serious face, "She's too difficult to handle. Brother Yan, you'd better take care of her yourself."

Mother Song was confused, but Song Yan had a meaningful smile as he glanced at Wen Li who was lying on the bed.

Seeing that she still had the energy to argue with her younger brother, the tension that had been building up inside him finally completely dissipated at this moment.

When leaving the hospital, Song Yan took care of his wife and child the whole time. The camera flashes almost blinded people's eyes. Wen Li wore sunglasses and a mask, completely concealing herself, and announced to the media that it was a boy.

In the Wen family, where there was no experienced female elder, both of Wen Li's aunts were very young and lacked experience. Fortunately, with the careful care of Mother Song, Wen Li's body recovered quickly.

She didn't have to worry about anything. Wen Li, who was focusing on taking care of her body, was living happily every day. So she naturally became very lazy.

Sometimes, she didn't even want to bother to peel a fruit herself and would just open her mouth and wait for someone to feed her.

"I've realized that having a child isn't all bad," Wen Li said contentedly, "Life is so comfortable like this. We should have more children."

"No more," Song Yan said as he fed her fruit, "Let's just raise this one. I'm concerned about you."

Wen Li chewed on the fruit, her cheeks puffed up, and she mumbled, "But I heard that boys tend to resemble their mothers more."

Song Yan followed up on her words and asked, "Oh, really? How so?"

"With you being so good-looking, I want to have a child who looks like you," Wen Li stared at Song Yan's face and said, "Otherwise, it would be a waste of your handsome face."

Song Yan was momentarily stunned, then he chuckled softly and said, "Alright, I'll do my best."

Wen Li expressed her intentions, "Don't worry, I'll make an effort too."

"What kind of effort?" Song Yan whispered in her ear, "Spoiled princess, is that waist movement of yours considered effort?"

Wen Li quickly understood and bit her lip to hold back her laughter. She playfully hit the man and said in a serious tone, "Stop being so shameless in broad daylight."

The spot where he was hit felt slightly ticklish, and Song Yan couldn't resist kissing her ear, exhaling slowly in an ambiguous manner, and gently nibbling her earlobe.

Wen Li's heart tingled with a ticklish sensation. Song Yan was clearly teasing her, and she wouldn't back down either. She embraced his neck and leaned in to kiss him.

Both of them gradually became breathless, their breaths becoming rapid and urgent as they passionately embraced and entangled.

Finally, Song Yan sighed and released his lips and tongue, repeatedly playing with her hand in his, showing a hint of restraint. He whispered in a low voice, somewhat reproachfully, "Almost a year."

"You're so pitiful, Mr. Song," she said mockingly.

Sometimes, she really deserved a good scolding.

His eyes deepened and his voice became low and hoarse, "Don't take pleasure in others' misfortune. Just wait and see."

Wen Li quickly recovered after taking care of her body. She soon started her dietary management and postpartum recovery. By the time she appeared in the public eye again, she had completely returned to her pre-pregnancy state.

Wen Li was indeed correct. The boy really resembled his mother. Little Wen Bin, had the exact same features as Wen Li but in a male version.

The younger sister, Song Jia, born a few years later, naturally resembled her father more.

After the birth of Song Jia, Wen Li decided to share her happiness with her fans by filming a family vlog and posting it on Weibo.

Although it was called a family vlog, in reality, it was a vlog to showcase their children. Since most fans were already familiar with Song Yan, he didn't need to appear on camera. Wen Li pulled him over to be the cameraman.

"Now the one who's not appearing on camera is our Teacher Song," Wen Li waved at the camera, "because he's going to film us."

"I'm Wen Bin," Little Wen Bin pointed to the little baby beside him and said with a clear voice, "She's my sister. Her name is Wen Song Jia."

To ease her son's nervousness, Wen Li guided him, "So what are you going to do now?"

Little Wen Bin immediately remembered his task and said, "I'm going to take care of my little sister and feed her milk."

Wen Li looked at her son with delight, rubbed his head, and praised him, "Our Little Bin is such a good big brother."

With a proud lift of his nose, Little Wen Bin appeared like a little adult on the surface but calmly said, "Mommy is a grown-up, but she always wants Daddy to feed her, even during the vlog. My sister is still small, so it's my responsibility to feed her milk."

Wen Li said, "Hey, don't say that!"

Little Wen Bin immediately shut his mouth and looked at his father, who was holding the camera.

Wen Li also looked at Song Yan and commanded, "Remember to delete this segment."

Song Yan raised his eyebrow and made a thoughtful sound.

Knowing him well, Wen Li could tell from his response that he would go against her request. And sure enough, after the vlog was published, that segment was not deleted.

「Male version of Sanli!!! So cute!!!」

「Although he resembles Sanli, I have to say, he's our little Beauty!!!」

「Although Song Yan didn't appear on camera, you could still hear his incredibly gentle laughter while filming the vlog.」

「This hilarious background laughter completely caught me off guard.」

The barrage of comments were all praising this scene until Little Wen Bin revealed some hidden secrets.

「?? Sanli, I didn't know you were like this.」

「What's going on, Wen Sanli? You're such a grown-up, and yet you still need your husband to feed you?」

「Hmm? How does he feed you? Show us.」

「Hahaha, hahaha, our Sanli is still a baby!!!」

「You are taking advantage Beauty's love, aren't you, Wen Sanli?」

Although he didn't understand the characters, Little Wen Bin, who can grasp some of the meanings, asked in a milky voice, "Why do they all call me Little Beauty?"

Little Wen Bin knows that Mommy's nickname is Sanli, and Daddy's nickname is Beauty. He already has some gender awareness.

He still doesn't understand why Daddy, a man, has a nickname like Beauty. Also, those netizens have already started calling him Little Beauty.

Of course, there are still many things that Little Wen Bin doesn't understand.

"Mummy, why do they call you Sanli Baby? You're already a grown-up, and isn't my sister the baby?"

Wen Li, with a thick-skin, said, "You don't understand. Even when I'm eighty, I'll still be a baby to Daddy. Don't believe me? Ask Daddy."

Little Wen Bin looks at his father, bewildered.

Song Yan smiled and nodded, "Yes, no matter how old Mommy is, she will always be my baby."

Although Little Wen Bin is still young and doesn't understand everything, he can't help but feel a shiver down his spine.

The first taste of love in a family's happiness always comes from the parents.