Du Ruoxin held up three fingers, "Three!"
No more than that.
"Hm?" Rong Jingyang raised an eyebrow slightly.
Du Ruoxin immediately corrected herself, "At most four. No matter if it's boys or girls, I'll have at most four!"
With one child every year and a half at the fastest, having three would take four to five years, plus the time to care for them until they started kindergarten.
Du Ruoxin would be tied to her children for at least seven to eight years.
Thinking about not having freedom, no new life for such a long time...
She drooped her face.
"Okay," Rong Jingyang said in a husky voice, "Four, regardless of gender."
Du Ruoxin smiled happily, but then, she bit his lips again, saying fiercely, "I can have children, but you have to be responsible for raising them!"
Rong Jingyang: "...Hm?"
He was as busy as a flying person all day, how could he have time to raise children?
Besides, his mother liked children, and there were nannies. Wasn't someone there to help her raise them?
She wouldn't be tired either.
As soon as Du Ruoxin saw the man frown, she knew he wanted to shirk responsibility again.
She closed her eyes and opened them, and the children would be old enough to buy soy sauce, grown up, married, and have children.
Damn it!
Du Ruoxin squeezed his face with both hands, "I don't care. If you don't help me raise the children, I won't have them."
Turning her head, she huffed, "I'll go buy birth control pills later!"
A dark line flashed across Rong Jingyang's face. So, he had sown his seeds a few times, but she hadn't gotten pregnant because she had been secretly taking birth control pills?
"You are not allowed!" the man said sternly, "Du Ruoxin, who gave you permission to take pills!"
Seeing him become anxious, the woman said slyly, "Then will you help me raise the children?"
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Their eyes met. Her eyes held an unyielding stubbornness, while his eyes...
Were filled with helplessness.
After a long while, Rong Jingyang compromised, "How do you want me to raise them?"
What do you want me to do?
Du Ruoxin's eyes curved, and she smiled sweetly, "It's very simple. You change the baby's diapers, and when the baby is hungry, you feed them..."
Rong Jingyang's facial muscles twitched. He interrupted, "Don't babies drink breast milk?"
"Oh, that's right." Du Ruoxin chuckled sheepishly. "Breast milk is nutritious and better for the baby. Then I'll feed them."
"You'll be responsible for changing diapers, bathing the children, and feeding them when they can start eating solid food."
Rong Jingyang's face darkened again, "There's a nanny."
These tasks were better handled by a nanny than him.
Hiring a professional maternal and infant nanny for tens of thousands of yuan a month was better than his clumsy attempts at childcare.
Du Ruoxin: "————"
You stinking man, why are you so stubborn!
The woman's rosy complexion visibly sank, and even her breathing became heavy.
Rong Jingyang knew she was angry. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, his voice husky, "Isn't it? The nanny does it better than me, more professionally..."
Du Ruoxin suddenly pulled away from his embrace, glaring at him indignantly, "Professionally?"
"Heh heh!"
With two sarcastic laughs, Du Ruoxin, burning with rage, mocked, "Rong Jingyang, I don't want to have children either."
"You probably don't know how much harm giving birth does to a woman."
"I used to have a strong physique, even with a severe cold, I could exercise, sleep, and recover naturally."
"But after giving birth, I became afraid of the cold, afraid of the wind, and afraid of cold foods."
"You don't know any of this, do you?"
"Also, I don't want to breastfeed." The more she spoke, the angrier she became, and a layer of mist gradually gathered in Du Ruoxin's eyes. "After breastfeeding, a woman's breasts sag, deform, and get wrinkles."
"Rong Jingyang, do you know that just by having Dou Dou, my breasts have already deformed!"
"They're not full, they're not firm, they—"