Peaceful Farm Life
Chapter 558: It’s Better to Laugh Than to Cry_1

Chapter 558: Chapter 558: It’s Better to Laugh Than to Cry_1

Buy into his act?

To tell the truth, Xiao Changyi was equally astonished himself. He had always thought taking care of children would be difficult since he didn’t have a clue on how to soothe them. He had never expected these four kids to like him so much.

Even just seeing his face would stop their crying and fussing.

He guessed they must sense he was their real father.

After all, it was his blood that ran through their veins.

Thinking this way, Xiao Changyi finally felt a sense of pride in being a father. No one else’s children would listen to their dad as his did. Even when he didn’t speak, his sons were very fond of him.

Seeing Xiao Changyi’s softened gaze towards the children, An Jing asked with a smile, "Husband, do you still think the children are disrupting our world for two?"

In An Jing’s view, Xiao Changyi would definitely not nod at this moment. Life with children was really quite nice, much more fulfilling than before.

Who knew, Xiao Changyi still, as always, didn’t even think before nodding, "Mhm."

An Jing was left speechless but also reached the peak of sweetness. Her husband’s desire for their world for two...

Although the children were still young and actually did not understand what they were saying, An Jing still took the initiative to change the subject. "Husband, look at Jing’er. He really looks so much like you, just like a mini version of you."

Xiao Changyi didn’t speak, just sat by the bed and watched Su Yi Jing, the little one in An Jing’s arms, with her.

Su Yi Jing stopped crying, wasn’t noisy or fussy, just quietly opened his little eyes, looking at An Jing one moment, Xiao Changyi the next.

After holding Su Yi Jing for a while, An Jing let Xiao Changyi hand over their second son, Su Yixing, to her.

The little one Su Yixing had eyes like Xiao Changyi. Being held in An Jing’s arms, he didn’t cry but was entirely absorbed in the only hair accessory in An Jing’s hair—the Jade hairpin, looking very interested.

"Star, do you want this Jade hairpin?" An Jing asked with a laugh.

Little Su Yixing at the moment didn’t understand An Jing’s words and continued to stare intently at the Jade hairpin on her head.

If it weren’t for the fact that taking off the Jade hairpin would cause her pinned hair to fall out, An Jing really wanted to take it off and ask her second son more carefully.

"Husband, Star is still looking." An Jing was very amused by Su Yixing’s little antics.

Xiao Changyi said indifferently, "Little children find everything novel."

"That’s true." An Jing didn’t make a big deal out of it.

Out of the four children, their third son An Yiqing should be considered the most lively and laughter-loving, always giggling when held in An Jing’s arms. He’d smile at her and even more so at Xiao Changyi, his father, like a little Maitreya Buddha.

Seeing such a son made An Jing very happy, too.

"Husband, just look at this child. I really don’t know what’s making him so happy." An Jing excitedly said to Xiao Changyi.

Xiao Changyi, looking at little An Yiqing, casually remarked, "Laughing is always better than crying."

An Jing was momentarily lost for words yet found her husband Xiao Changyi’s statement profoundly sensible.

A child’s laughter is always better than their crying. Crying really is headache-inducing. Luckily, with her husband around, the children didn’t cry much, so even sharing a room, she rarely felt a headache.

When An Jing got around to holding their fourth son An Yiyun, Meng Zhuqing knocked on the door. Then, Xiao Changyi went to open it, and when he came back, he carried a wooden tray with a small bowl of medicine, a small bowl of sugar water, and three small bowls of milk.

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