For the next two months, Wang Li devoted himself entirely to his lovely wife, Xia Qingwu, and their newborn son. Each day was filled with moments of tenderness and joy as he helped Xia Qingwu recover from childbirth and nurtured their child with the utmost care.
In the early mornings, Wang Li would gently wake Xia Qingwu, his voice soft and filled with affection. "Qingwu, it's time for breakfast. I've prepared your favorite congee with lotus seeds."
Xia Qingwu, still tired from the night, would smile warmly at him. "Thank you, Wang Li. You're always so considerate."
As she ate, Wang Li would sit beside her, cradling their son. "Our little one seems to have quite an appetite," he would chuckle, watching the baby suckle eagerly. "He takes after his mother."
Xia Qingwu's eyes would light up with love and gratitude. "He has your strength and determination. I can see it in his eyes."
