"Why doesn't it matter?" Rong Qianzhi turned around suddenly and looked at Gong Mohan and said angrily: "He is only sixteen years old this year. In modern times, I am still a middle school student. You must not have a baby so early!"

Gong Mohan was stunned. Zhizhi was angry just because of this, not because she guessed something?

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, hugged Rong Qianzhi in his arms, and advised softly: "Zhizhi, modernity is modernity, here is here, you also said that you should follow the local customs, right? Here, a woman got married at the age of fifteen, and most of her children have children at the age of sixteen. We want children now. When the child is born, you are already seventeen years old, and it's not too early at all."

Rong Qianzhi naturally knew that Gong Mohan was right, but when is it now? He is fighting. I don’t know when this battle will be fought. Now she has a child. Wouldn’t she cause trouble for Gong Mohan?

She will never agree!

Rong Qianzhi didn't want to circle around Gong Mohan. She directly pointed out the topic and said, "Husband, you are so anxious to have a child, aren't you just afraid that I will run away one day? Do you have no confidence in yourself or in me?"

Gong Mohan's face froze, and a little embarrassed glanced across his eyes. He didn't say anything, let go of Rong Qianzhi and sat up.

Rong Qianzhi also knew that her words just now would make Gong Mohan very embarrassed, but if you don’t tell the problem, how can you solve the problem? She sat up immediately, hugged Gong Mohan from behind, and pressed her little face tightly on his back, and said, “Husband, husband and wife are one, what are you worried about? Do you have to tell me directly, let’s find a way to solve it together, okay?”

Gong Mohan lowered his eyes and looked at Rong Qianzhi's little hands that were still wrapped in gauze. After a while, he said, "Zhizhi, I have always believed in you, but I don't believe in Ling Youjue. The reason why I want to have a child so early is just to make him give up completely." He thought that since Ling Youjue is an orphan, he has tasted the pain of not having his parents, then when Zhizhi has a child, he will not be entangled with Zhizhi anymore.

Rong Qianzhi let go of his hand, pulled Gong Mohan and turned around, looked at his eyes, and spoke extremely seriously: "Husband, in my opinion, children are blood, inheritance, and the crystallization of love, not excuses or shields for anything. If they gave birth to them in order to make Ling Youjue give up completely, I would feel sorry for our children, and I would feel guilty, Husband, what do you think?"

Gong Mohan pursed his thin lips and didn't say anything for a while. He didn't know what he said, but...

He thought about it, gently hugged Rong Qianzhi into his arms, and said, "Zhizhi, I understand what you said, I will think about it again. Besides, children can have it immediately if they want it. Don't worry too much. It's getting late, let's get up."

"good."

Seeing Gong Mohan relax, Rong Qianzhi didn't say anything else. The two got up, washed and sorted it out, Rong Qianzhi went to the thatched cottage. Gong Mohan was waiting outside. He frowned and thought for a moment, called Tianxing over, and whispered to Tianxing.

Tianxing was happy. My grandson and the princess are preparing to have the little prince and princess? That’s great!

He responded happily and went to do it immediately.

Rong Qianzhi left the cottage and saw Tianxing's back running away. She looked at Gong Mohan and asked, "Husband, what happened?"

"No, I just remembered an important thing for Tianxing to do." Gong Mohan took Rong Qianzhi's hand, lowered his eyes, and concealed the bottomless color in his eyes.
Chapter completed!