The smile on Shen Wenchen's face suddenly froze, leaving him somewhat at a loss.
Fearing that she might be unhappy, he cautiously asked her.
"Nannan, don't you like it?"
Seeing his sudden change of expression, Nanzhi felt a tightening in her heart, followed by an overwhelming sweetness.
"I like it, it's really beautiful. It's just a bit heavy."
"As long as you like it." Shen Wenchen sighed in relief, a smile once again spreading across his face.
"So, how are you going to reward me?"
Nanzhi found Shen Wenchen's expectant look amusing.
"What kind of reward do you want?"
Shen Wenchen's peach blossom eyes narrowed into slits. Just as he was about to say that he wanted a kiss from Nanzhi, he heard the baby cry from the bed.
As soon as Nanzhi heard Yuanbao crying, she quickly broke free from Shen Wenchen's embrace and sat next to the bed.
"Mommy—"
Little Yuanbao's eyes were tightly closed, his small hands reaching out as if trying to grasp something.