"I've scheduled the surgery for next Wednesday."
The word 'surgery' extinguished much of Shen Mingzhu's confused emotions like a basin of water, and her heart tightened, "What surgery? Are you feeling unwell?"
Pei Yang kissed her soothingly, "Vasectomy."
Shen Mingzhu looked at the man, "You're getting a vasectomy? Why didn't I hear about this before?"
"I was planning to tell you today."
After Pei Yang finished speaking, his deep eyes filled with a smile, "Look, you've already bought all this stuff, we can't let it go to waste. So how about we use it all up before the surgery, what do you think?"
Shen Mingzhu snorted, "Not so great."
The nerve of him to think such a thing. Today was Saturday, and there were only four days left until next Wednesday. How could they possibly use up ten 'little umbrellas' in four days.
Not afraid of exhausting yourself to death, huh.
...
After the baby's full-month celebration was over, Shen Mingzhu went back to work officially.