Bab 1157: Fate

He always had such a principle.

Xia Ling was still not happy, so she snorted lightly.

The little baby cried in her arms, so Pei Ziheng said, "Stop whining, the baby is laughing at you."

Too busy to bicker with him, she rushed hurriedly, trying to pacify the baby clumsily. She fed him in a very awkward manner. He helped out at the side, helping her untie her clothes and using a baby-specific cloth towel to wipe the baby's mouth.

They looked like an unusual couple.

Xia Ling blushed slightly and glanced secretly at him. Their eyes met and she hurriedly turned her face away.

He chuckled lowly, his mood becoming very good—In this life, he finally had something to protect. It was not the family's matter that he had been coerced into taking responsibility for since young, but his own choice, his own precious wife.

If that was true, how good would life be.

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