"It's fine, it's fine, the child's father probably fainted from being over-anxious," the doctor explained with a laugh, but without a hint of contempt.
What a good man who cares about his wife!
Everyone was a bit amused and at a loss for a moment.
Shen Mosheng really cared too much about Han Yingying.
From then on, that incident became one of the many glorious deeds in Shen Mosheng's record, always brought up by everyone for a good-natured tease.
Shen Mosheng let them tease him, for he loved Yingying so much he couldn't help himself, so what?
"Yingying, you just lie there, I'll take care of it."
"I can do it myself." Han Yingying looked at Shen Mosheng with a mix of amusement and exasperation as if he were facing a great battle.
She had perfectly good arms and legs; eating was not like carrying a bomb—what was frightening Shen Mosheng so much?
"You've worked hard to give birth, it's only natural that I serve you." If possible, he even wished he could give birth for Yingying.
