Sun Jiaming didn't say anything, but Gu'er knew he must be upset. 'Anyone would be,' she thought. 'It'd be a miracle if he wasn't bothered by someone badmouthing his son.'
"Alright, let's get some sleep. The baby's a month old now. I was thinking of starting to potty train him today, holding him over the potty so he gets used to it. That way he won't wet himself, and we won't have to change so many diapers. What do you think?"
Gu'er asked Sun Jiaming.
"That's fine, but it'll be hard on you. If you're going to do that, you'll have to get up all night."
Sun Jiaming had no objection.
"It's okay. It'll be tough at first. I'll hold him over the potty once an hour. Once he gets used to it, I won't have to get up so much."
Gu'er shook her head. 'Being a mother is never easy. A little hardship is to be expected.'
"Alright, I'll take turns getting up with you."
Sun Jiaming took Gu'er's hand. He was the father, and he was her man; he couldn't let her bear the hardship alone.
