"Mmm-hmm." Ye Mingyao nodded repeatedly, "Once I've healed, we'll get serious about trying for a baby. The results of the last check-up came in, right? There's nothing wrong with me, is there? Once I'm better, let's try to have a child soon. I've come to realize that nothing else is important, as long as both of us are fine, and having another child is enough."
"Alright, we will live a good life from now on."
Meng Wanting had not shown him the medical report, nor had she found the time to tell him about his oligospermia. Thinking of his injuries now, she did not want to worry or burden him, so she couldn't bring herself to tell him.
"As long as Uncle Seven stops targeting me, it'll be fine."
Ye Mingyao let out a deep sigh and, after hesitating for a bit, made up his mind to say, "Wife, there's something I've thought about for a long time and feel I should tell you."
"What is it?"
Meng Wanting, seeing his grave expression, felt very uneasy.
"Go lock the door first."
