The sun was bright today, but it was not too hot, and many people were working on the field.

After walking for a while, someone was shouting from behind: “Ruoruo, Ruoruo!”

Fu Yunruo turned around. Auntie Mei was running forward with a hoe on her shoulder.

Fu Yunruo later realized that her son was becoming lively. The baby, who previously was quiet and well-behaved almost all the time, now made noise even when he wasn’t hungry or soiling his diapers.

Before, Fu Yunruo felt that her son was like a girl, and was worried about a boy being too quiet. Now that he became lively and handful, she thought that her previous quiet son was still better.

The children have seen the baby brother and also got the promise. Satisfied, they immediately ran to have fun.

Then a group of aunts gathered around in their place, showering Chi Wen with praises: “Baobao is really good looking. Even more beautiful than a little girl.”

“Oh, look at his eyes! They are so black and lively!”

Chi Wen shut himself up. He obviously decided to ignore the woman, but in the end, he always got tricked into playing with her.

Was he so naive and ridiculous in his childhood?

Obviously when he was a child, he always sneered and looked down on the children he saw running and playing with their parents…

“His name is Fu Wenwen, the ‘Wen’ from ‘warm.’ I wish Baobao’s life will always be warm.”

May his life be warm, and he wouldn’t taste the world’s coldness and indifference so early. This new name was in line with his original name and also contained Fu Yunruo’s wish for her son.

Fu Yunruo looked at Auntie Mei expectantly, hoping she would agree.

During the summer, the morning was always bright. Maybe because she had a long nap yesterday, but Fu Yunruo woke up earlier today. She looked at her sleeping son and slowly got out of bed to not wake up the baby.

After putting a pillow on the edge of the bed, Fu Yunruo left the room. Baobao still couldn’t turn around yet, let alone crawling, so she didn’t have to worry about him falling off from the bed.

Fu Yunruo pushed the stroller back slowly. When they arrived home, Baobao had begun to sleep, and she was also sleepy. So she took Baobao to bed, coaxed him to sleep, and fell asleep by the side.

Fu Yunruo was sleeping until almost two o’clock in the afternoon. When she woke up, her mind was still dizzy, and she lay down lazily on the bed.

Chi Wen woke up from his not so deep sleep and stared at the childish baby bed’s cover. The room was quiet. He subconsciously wanted to cry a few times, but stopped in time. As a three-month-old baby with an adult mind, he wouldn’t cry like a normal baby after waking up.

He struggled to pull out his hand from the loose swaddle. His black eyes blinked, thinking seriously.

After her son was asleep, Fu Yunruo put him in the crib. Seeing the little baby’s pure and innocent sleeping face, she smiled satisfyingly.

Fu Yunruo was very grateful that she had decided to keep the child. It had been more than a year since she mysteriously transmigrated into this world. She began to recall the first day she occupied this identity. At that time, she was tortured by her body’s abnormal reaction and almost lost her reason.

“Ruoruo, are you back?”

“Yes. Ah, Auntie Mei, I will pick Baobao¹. Thank you for looking after him. We always troubled you.”

“Not trouble. Your Baobao is so well-behaved.”