Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Aunt Wang who followed in from behind smiled and said, "After school, Fanfan heard that you had given birth, so she insisted on coming to the hospital to see you."

The little girl looked around and greeted Fu Zheng, her face full of confusion, "Dad, aunt, where is my sister?"

Fu Zheng waved his hand and handed her the iPad. "Come here, Fanfan. My sister is here."

"My sister is so small," Fu Shifan leaned against the bed and looked at the screen, "Why is she in this box?"

"Because my sister was born prematurely, she needs to live in this box so that she can develop better."

Fu Shifan nodded, not quite understanding, "When can my sister come out of here?"

"Two months."

"Ah? So long?" Fu Shifan pouted.

"It's okay. Two months will pass quickly... Have you eaten yet? Eat with daddy later."

"it is good."

Fu Shifan put his schoolbag on the small sofa, ran to the bed with his short legs, and looked up at Wen Liang, "Aunt, are you taking medicine?"

"No, Auntie is drinking fish soup, do you want some?"

"Hmm." The little girl nodded, "The fish soup smells so good."

"Ask Grandma Zhang to serve you a bowl."

"it is good."

There were not many kitchen utensils in the ward, so Fu Zheng and his aunt ordered dinner takeout from a restaurant.

After having dinner here, Fu Shifan reluctantly followed Aunt Wang and left.

Aunt Zhang also went back to rest, and was replaced by the new Aunt Liu to keep watch.

On the second day after the operation, Zhu Fan came to see Wen Liang with gifts, and the baby had a godmother.

On the third day, Wen Liang's wounds and spirit had recovered a lot. Fu Zheng informed the old lady, the second aunt, that she had given birth prematurely.

The old lady and the second aunt immediately came to the hospital to visit Wen Liang, and then looked at the baby through the surveillance camera.

Wen Liang could get out of bed and walk further. After dinner, Fu Zheng helped her walk in the corridor.

Back in the ward, Fu Zheng helped Wen Liang take off his down jacket and hung it on the hanger.

Wen Liang paced slowly in the room and asked casually, "Aunt Liu hasn't come yet? Is there something that delayed her?"

Fu Zheng: "I told her to come back later."

"Hmm?" Wen Liang turned his head and looked at him puzzledly, "Why?"

Fu Zheng came over and helped her to the bedside, "Don't you want to breastfeed? Not yet, we can only use auxiliary means."

Wen Liang: "..."

Since this morning, she felt a little bloated and might be about to have her period.

She glared at Fu Zheng, "Can you?"

"will not."

"then you……"

"However, I specifically consulted Aunt Zhang."

Wen Liang: "..."

She pursed her lips, "Have you ever asked for advice? Have you ever put it into practice?"

"of course not."

"So you're trying it on me?"

"Aunt Zhang said that with my intelligence and talent, it's not a difficult task. Even if I have no experience, I can do it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given it to me."

Fu Zheng looked at Wen Liang seriously, "Ah Liang, is this okay? Don't worry, I will only give you a massage, I won't do anything else."

Wen Liang: "..."

She snorted and looked away.

Fu Zheng looked at her earlobe which was red as if it was about to bleed, and he knew that she agreed.

"What are you standing there for? Help me get on the bed."

"it is good."

Fu Zheng supported Wen Liang and sat carefully on the bed. He lifted the back of the bed, letting her half lie on the bed, and turned to go to the bathroom.

Wen Liang looked at his back suspiciously, wanting to ask him where he was going, but the words did not come out.

Two minutes later, Fu Zheng came out of the bathroom with a towel in his hand.

Meeting Wenliang's gaze, he explained, "Apply a hot compress before massaging."

"You are quite professional."

Fu Zheng smiled faintly and said nothing.

He put the towel in Wenliang's hand first, then reached out his big hand and slowly unbuttoned her top pajamas.

Apply a hot towel, and it feels warm and swollen.

Wen Liang felt strange when being looked at by Fu Zheng.

"How long should the heat be applied?"

"ten minutes."

After saying that, Fu Zheng went to the bathroom again and came out with another hot towel in his hand.

Two hot compresses were applied alternately.

Ten minutes later, Fu Zheng took off the towel.

The accumulated heat dissipated instantly, replaced by a slight coolness brought by evaporation.

"It's a bit cold, I'll cover myself with the quilt." Wen Liang said nonchalantly and pulled up the quilt.

"It's not easy for me to massage like this,"

As he spoke, Fu Zheng found a fluffy blanket, folded it twice, and covered Wen Liang with it.

"So... I start?"

"……Um……"

He reached under the blanket and wrapped his hands around it, thumbs up, fingers down, and squeezed gently.

"Aunt Zhang said that we should start from the edge and slowly press inwards with moderate force..."

The blanket rose and fell slightly.

When their eyes met, there was a sense of ambiguity that was only made more obvious.

"Shut up."

"...Aunt Zhang said that this process needs to be repeated ten times, two or three times a day..."

"Shut up, you."

"Aliang, what do you think?"

“…It’s a bit uncomfortable.”

"Why do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Increasing." Wen Liang turned his eyes away.

"Aunt Zhang said that the increase is right and it should be soon... This is the tenth time, okay."

"finished?"

"Also..." Fu Zheng twisted his fingers gently, "This can stimulate it and the surrounding breast tissue and increase milk volume."

"Really...really? You didn't make it up, did you?" Wen Liang took a deep breath and held it.

"If you don't believe me, go ask Aunt Zhang."

"Humph."

It's the same as if he didn't say anything.

How could she verify something like this?

Fu Zheng acted as if nothing had happened, "Aunt Zhang said that this process also requires ten times."

"...four, five, six...nine, ten...that's enough, stop." Wen Liang counted and stopped Fu Zheng in time.

Fu Zheng withdrew his hands and put away the blanket.

Wen Liang was about to close her clothes, but he held her hands.

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him questioningly.

Fu Zheng answered seriously: "It's not over yet."

"...What else did Aunt Zhang say?"

Under Wenliang's gaze, he said, "Aunt Zhang also said that sucking can also promote milk production."

As he said this, he leaned over and took it in his mouth.

Wen Liang bit her lower lip, her eyes reddened, and asked word by word, "Did Aunt Zhang say how long it would take?"

"No, the longer the better."

"Get out! Get up!" Wen Liang's face turned red with anger.

"Wait a minute, Aliang, I got it..."

"...?"

Wen Liang was stunned for a moment.

Fu Zheng raised his head, with white water stains on his lips.

The swelling feeling has eased a lot.

Is it such a coincidence?

Or is it really effective?

"Look, isn't it particularly effective?" Fu Zheng licked the corner of his lips and lowered his head again, "And the other side..."

"..."

Under Fu Zheng's help, both the warm and cool sides were connected.

"Stop sucking, save some for the baby."

Fu Zheng raised his head, left reluctantly, and brought over the breast pump and bottle.

Wen Liang sucked the milk into the bottle and asked Fu Zheng to pass it to the nurse.