Thanks to some unknown deterrent—eating shit or kids, perhaps—Xu Qing finally got his siblings to sleep in separate rooms, and they stopped trying to sleep with their mother.
Most families would have the father move out, and the kids share the bed with the mother, but Mr. Qing is no ordinary dad.
He and this little old lady were the real love story, why should he give up his wife to a pair of little brats?
Who wouldn't love the soft and fragrant Jiang He?
Although she was occasionally a bit violent, cuddling her in bed during sleep was still very cozy.
"Don't forget to turn off the stove later."
With the days being short and nights long in winter, it was the perfect time to lazily snuggle in a warm bed in the dim morning light. Jiang He had already gotten up, quickly tidied up the home, checked the siblings' school bags to make sure everything was in order, then left breakfast warming on the stove, reminding Xu Qing with a word.
