Chapter 277: Chapter 163: You Can’t Handle This Overwhelming Fortune

Lu Yuan reached out to gently pinch Bengbeng’s cheek.

Su Liyan saw him and immediately stopped him. "Honey, don’t pinch Bengbeng’s cheeks. Mom said that makes babies drool."

"Silly me," Lu Yuan replied. "I got so happy looking at our daughter that I completely forgot."

Newborn babies are fragile; you can’t pinch their cheeks.

You couldn’t even touch the top of their heads, let alone press down. It was said that you could easily hurt them, and they wouldn’t be able to talk.

That’s why you have to be extra careful with babies.

Lu Yuan planted a kiss on Bengbeng’s forehead, completely smitten.

After being kissed, Bengbeng rubbed her little pink hand over and over on her own forehead.

She even gave her dad a sidelong glance from time to time.

Her actions made the two of them burst out laughing.

"What a little character. She was just born, and she’s already disgusted with her dad." Lu Yuan held Bengbeng’s hand to stop her from fidgeting.

He continued, "Oh, you... you really are daddy’s little girl."

Holding Bengbeng, Lu Yuan said, "Darling, isn’t it time to celebrate Bengbeng’s first month soon?"

Su Liyan thought for a moment. "Which day counts as her birthday?"

"The day she was born, of course. It can’t be the day she hatched from the egg, can it?" Lu Yuan said.

It should naturally be calculated according to human customs.

"In that case, it’s less than ten days away, right?" Su Liyan thought about the date she was born, then counted on her fingers.

"Alright! When the time comes, we’ll go all out and set up dozens of tables. We’ll invite all our relatives and friends to come celebrate." Lu Yuan patted Bengbeng in his arms.

Bengbeng was already asleep by now, completely oblivious to Lu Yuan’s rambling.

Babies sleep a lot. One moment she’s giggling with you, the next she’s fast asleep.

Lu Yuan carefully placed Bengbeng on the bed. She kicked her legs a few times and shifted her body before settling down and sleeping soundly.

Seeing the baby was asleep, Lu Yuan looked at his wife with narrowed eyes and said, "The baby’s asleep. Let’s take a nap too~"

"You’re awful, Honey. What time do you think it is? Other people are waking up from their naps now, why would we go to sleep?" Su Liyan twisted her body to dodge Lu Yuan’s wandering hands.

Lu Yuan didn’t care about that. He just moved closer to grab his wife. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Su Liyan’s body had recovered quickly these past few days. She didn’t look like someone who had just given birth at all.

Her constitution was weak back then, but now she was completely fine. Her figure was even slimmer than before. The physical constitution of the Half-demon Race was truly something else.

Su Liyan was very playful now and much more uninhibited.

Lu Yuan quite liked it, laughing and fooling around with his wife in their room.

In the mid-afternoon, Lu Yuan and Su Liyan, who had been dozing on the bed, were woken by Bengbeng’s babbling.

Lu Yuan sat up, stretched, and looked at his wife, who was buttoning up her clothes. "Whoa, that was surprisingly tiring."

"What are you talking about, Honey~" Su Liyan playfully punched Lu Yuan’s shoulder.

With Lu Yuan’s current physique, he had already steadily cultivated half of the *Holy Body* technique.

While he couldn’t exactly uproot mountains with world-shattering might, he could still lift a great cauldron weighing several hundred pounds with one hand.

Even so, when faced with his wife whose skills were improving by the day, he found it a bit much to handle.

It got to the point where Su Liyan would flick her large tail, wrap it around Lu Yuan’s neck, and want more and more.

And Lu Yuan was able to satisfy her. When he married Su Liyan, it was a good thing the system gave him the *Holy Body*. It really gave him whatever he was lacking.

At only twenty years old, his ’absorptive abilities’ were as rapacious as a wolf or a tiger, far surpassing any ordinary person.

Su Liyan finished buttoning her clothes and picked Bengbeng up.

Having not eaten for an hour or two, she must be hungry. Babies just need to eat more frequently.

When Lu Yuan saw his wife lift her clothes to feed the baby again, he worried it would be too much for her and said, "How about we find a wet nurse for Bengbeng?"

Su Liyan jiggled the ’equipment’ she used to feed Bengbeng and said, "No need, Honey. Look, there’s plenty here. Bengbeng gets her fill every day."

Even though Bengbeng was only ten-odd days old, she had a huge appetite, drinking far more than an ordinary baby.

Bengbeng alone could match two or three normal babies.

Luckily, Su Liyan’s constitution was different from an ordinary person’s. Like Cai Wenji of the Eastern Han Dynasty, her milk refilled much faster, which was more than enough for Bengbeng.

"Alright then. I’ll go check Aunt Zhao’s pulse. She’s due in about thirty days," Lu Yuan said as he got dressed.

Hearing this, Su Liyan said, "Okay, Honey. You should also take the shortcakes on the table to Aunt Zhao."

"Mom bought them this morning from that shop in the east of the city. I remember Aunt Zhao loves the shortcakes from there."

Lu Yuan picked up one bag of shortcakes, dangled it in front of his wife, and said, "You got it!"

That little swing was Lu Yuan’s way of telling his wife he was only taking that one bag.

He was leaving the other bag on the table for her.

His mother-in-law had bought them for his wife; how could Lu Yuan possibly take them all?

When Zhao Qiao’Er saw Lu Yuan carrying a package wrapped in oil paper, she asked, "Sweetheart, what goodies did you bring for your auntie?"

"My wife sent some shortcakes for you. They’re your favorite," Lu Yuan said, placing them on the table and untying the hemp rope around the oil paper.

"Liyan is so considerate. Not like my sweetheart here. Your auntie dotes on you, but you don’t know how to dote on your auntie," Zhao Qiao’Er said, deliberately teasing him.

"That’s not true at all. Your nephew is always thinking about Aunt Zhao," Lu Yuan said, holding a shortcake to Zhao Qiao’Er’s lips, cupping his other hand underneath to catch any crumbs.

Zhao Qiao’Er slowly took a small bite from the edge of the shortcake, chewing it carefully.

Seeing Aunt Zhao acting so ladylike, Lu Yuan said, "Auntie, just eat how you normally eat. Why are you being so formal with your nephew?"

How could Lu Yuan not know what Aunt Zhao was usually like?

Carefree and boisterous, with a loud voice.

Otherwise, how could a lone woman command the respect of the entire Zhao Mansion?

Hearing this, Zhao Qiao’Er took another huge bite with a loud CHOMP.

She started talking while still chewing, before she’d even had a chance to swallow the shortcake in her mouth.

"Usually, I see Liyan and the other girls acting all prim and proper, so I thought you might be into that."

The contrast in the six-foot-two Aunt Zhao’s behavior was so stark it made Lu Yuan crack up.

"Aunt Zhao, we don’t need to compare ourselves to them. We have our own strengths and special qualities," Lu Yuan said.

Zhao Qiao’Er continued, "True. My sweetheart is right, you get me."

"With my big hip bones... and speaking of which, I’ve got the chest, I’ve got the waist, and I’ve got the butt."

"Who wouldn’t be captivated by me? Right?"

Hearing Aunt Zhao’s words, Lu Yuan played along, "Exactly, exactly. Who doesn’t like a bit of meat after having clear soup and plain water all day?"

Zhao Qiao’Er could naturally tell her sweetheart was teasing her, and she pinched Lu Yuan’s abdomen with one hand.

The pinch on his abdominal muscles was so painful that Lu Yuan begged for mercy, "Auntie, your nephew was wrong! Gentle, please, gentle!"

’I don’t know if my wife and the two aunties are in cahoots or if they just all enjoy pinching people. Why do they all have to pinch my stomach?’

After their banter, Lu Yuan checked Aunt Zhao’s pulse. The baby in her belly was very healthy.

Recently, the old butler of the Zhao Mansion had been run off his feet.

For several days in a row, he had been standing at the mansion’s back gate, organizing the servants and keeping them busy with various tasks.

"This, move it to the kitchen."

"You there, scale and gut those dozens of fish, then marinate them."

"You brat, what are you slacking off for over there? Watch it, or I’ll kick you!"

Three or four ox-carts were parked outside the gate, and the old Shopkeeper from the liquor store had also arrived.

The old Shopkeeper walked up to the old butler and said with a chuckle, "Old brother, all the liquor from my shop—the Nu’er Hong, the fruit wine, the flower wine—it’s all on these carts and stacked over there in the corner. Can you sign the bill for me?"

The old butler glanced at the wine jars, scribbled on the receipt, and said, "Shopkeeper, it’s not my place to say, but you’re a liquor seller, how can you only have this little? A heaven-sent fortune is right in front of you and you can’t even catch it!"