Chapter 495: Ying Transforms into a Super Dad

Hearing these words, Nan Qinghuan couldn't be bothered to acknowledge her. Seeing that she was ignoring him, Ying quickly circled around to the side she had turned away from. Nan Qinghuan tried to turn her head, but he grabbed her and held her still.

"Qinghuan, I'm sorry. You can hit me if you want, just please don't be angry. You just gave birth and your body is very weak—please don't be angry, okay?"

Ying crouched down, gripping her hand tightly so she couldn't move. Nan Qinghuan let out a deep sigh and raised her head to look at him. Ying was drenched in sweat; it was clear he had been suffering outside too.

He must have been very anxious as well.

Still, if he hadn't agreed just now, she would have died.

And it would have been three lives lost at once.

Thinking of this made her furious. She tried to shake off his hand with force, but Ying held on tightly—so tightly that it seemed she was his entire world.

"Do you have any idea that you almost killed me and our children just now? That witch doctor doesn't know a thing about delivering babies; she just wanted me to die. If it weren't for Jiguang and Youchao Xuan, you'd be looking at a corpse right now."

"I know I was wrong. I didn't look into that witch doctor's intentions. She deserves to die."

"What do you mean?"

Nan Qinghuan saw the murderous intent in Ying's eyes. What did he mean? What did he mean by "she deserves to die"? Could it be that this witch doctor wasn't just peddling superstition? But Ying didn't want her to know about those conspiracies. He simply reached out and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, his eyes full of tenderness.

"I will give you an explanation for this matter, Qinghuan. For now, don't think about anything—just rest well. Leave the childcare to me; I will take good care of the children."

"Leave it to you?"

Nan Qinghuan thought the man was just saying a casual line out of guilt, but she never expected he was actually serious.

He handed all the affairs over to Rongdi and Yao, while he himself stayed home to personally cook for her—boiling mutton soup, preparing goat's milk, and making all sorts of delicious food for her in every possible way.

He also worked hard at looking after the children. Of course, it wasn't realistic for him to watch both kids alone, so A Mu helped out as well.

Nan Qinghuan just lay in bed, doing nothing but going through her postpartum confinement.

Originally, women of the Remote Antiquity Era didn't have the concept of postpartum confinement after giving birth. Conditions were poor, so they had to go out and work even after childbirth. But Nan Qinghuan was different—her man made sure she rested well, striving to make this period as easy for her as possible.

So, ever since the children were born, the small Tulou had become even livelier, with the sound of babies crying lingering every day.

"Qinghuan."

From outside, Ying brought their daughter to her. Nan Qinghuan wanted to hold the baby—she really did—but she didn't have much strength. Every time she held her for a few minutes, her arms would ache, and then she'd hand the baby back to Ying.

"Let me see our daughter?"

The child had been born three days ago. Nan Qinghuan only got to see her for a little while at night, and she was brought over for feedings. But her milk wasn't enough, so fortunately, A Mu had prepared cow's milk.

That's right—for a child in the Remote Antiquity Era to be able to drink cow's milk was already quite good.

It counted as being from a well-off family.

The baby was a tiny bundle cradled in his arms. Ying especially loved this little daughter. He rarely looked at his son; in his view, the son was a male and should be tougher than his little sister. The sister was the one who needed proper care.

So, he doted heavily on his daughter.

The son was always taken care of by A Mu.

The baby was a tiny little thing, but she was growing exceptionally well—soft and pink. Nan Qinghuan lifted her clothes to nurse the child. Her breasts had grown quite a bit from breastfeeding, but in Ying's eyes, there was no lust at all. He just wanted his daughter to be full; now these breasts had a different purpose.

Feeding the baby.

The baby's tiny brows were scrunched up, looking especially adorable.

Nan Qinghuan's heart was about to melt. She really hadn't expected Jiguang's skills to be so good—she had actually managed to help her deliver the child.

The baby slept soundly while nursing, nestled in her arms, with her father by her side. At this moment, Nan Qinghuan felt that being a mother was truly blissful.

"So cute…"

Ying crouched beside her, watching the baby feed. The corners of his eyes were full of smiles. In this moment, he too felt the happiness of a family.

He had offspring now—two of them. His children would one day be the most honored people in all of Jiuzhou!

They would be!

"Qinghuan, the children still don't have names. Have you thought of any?"

Actually, he had wanted to ask yesterday, but seeing that Nan Qinghuan was very sleepy, he didn't bring it up. Today, she looked to be in good spirits and probably wouldn't get drowsy so easily, right? At this, Nan Qinghuan nodded. She had originally thought of one name, but now that they had a dragon-and-phoenix twin pair, she needed to think of another. Still, she already had an idea.

"I've thought of one. Let's call our daughter Ying Mengmeng. What do you think?"

"Mengmeng?"

Right, Qinghuan had said this before too, but he didn't understand what "mengmeng" meant. They didn't have this word in the Remote Antiquity Era.

"What does it mean?"

"Look at this daughter—she's so tiny and cute. Isn't she 'meng'?"

Ying thought it over thoughtfully, then suddenly understood. "So that's it. I get it now. Then let's call her Mengmeng—Ying Mengmeng. Mengmeng…"

Watching Ying act as happy as a child, Nan Qinghuan smiled. "See? Isn't that better than calling her something like A Chun?"

A Chun—that was an awful name. How could her child be called A Chun? Ying let out an awkward chuckle and nodded. "Mengmeng sounds good. A Chun doesn't. But what about our son? What should we call him?"

This was a problem. He had realized that the names he came up with were indeed terrible.

Better let her mother handle it.

What to call the son? Nan Qinghuan thought carefully, then almost blurted out, "Let's call him Beibei."

"Beibei?"

Ying was still a bit confused. What did "Beibei" mean? A seashell? Did it mean money? Nan Qinghuan knew he had misunderstood and quickly shook her head. "It doesn't mean money. It means 'treasure.' The two siblings—one is Mengmeng, the other is Beibei—both are our little darlings. What do you think?"

"Good. Then let's call him Beibei. I like Beibei."

Ying was as happy as a child. Just then, the baby woke up. She opened a pair of round, sparkling blue eyes—eyes as beautiful as the bright moon and the vast ocean.

Absolutely stunning.

"Wah wah…"

The baby seemed to be mocking her own father, who was acting like a child just because of a name.

Seeing the baby smile, the corners of Ying's mouth were warm with joy. He looked up with a gentle smile. "Qinghuan, look—Mengmeng is smiling…"

Nan Qinghuan was speechless. That wasn't a smile at all.

"Silly, newborns can't smile. She's just playing, checking if her father is a big dummy. Isn't that right, Mengmeng?"

The child, having eaten its fill, actually reached out a small, fair hand, trying to grab Nan Qinghuan's hair. Nan Qinghuan took the child's hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it, and a wave of milky fragrance washed over her.

How wonderful.

She had truly gained three treasures.

Heaven had been kind to her after all. Although she had been unlucky enough to transmigrate to this place, now she felt very content.

Truly content!

Just as she was about to say something, A Mu's voice came from outside, "Ying, Ashu is here, looking for you."