"What's wrong?"
"I won."
"So?"
"You didn't even praise me."
How did she manage to read a trace of what seemed like grievance from his face?
She smiled and hugged him from behind: "Hubby, you're amazing—actually defeating a fifteen-year-old teenager."
He slapped her shoulder heavily: "Are you teasing me?"
"Who would dare? But, I'm genuinely reassured knowing my husband has an IQ of 160. Maybe someday we'll have a super-smart baby, as adorably well-behaved as Xiao Chen! What do you think? How many should we have?"
"Three."
"That many?"
Lu Qing's lips curled up, a warm glint flickering in his eyes:
"Two boys and a girl. The boys can be raised casually, but the girl must be spoiled properly. Ideally, we'd achieve this all in one go—that way, you'd avoid the hardship of pregnancy."
"You think you're so clever! I'm not having kids—too much trouble. No way, absolutely not."
Lu Qing scooped her up and whispered in a low voice:
