MGASC -Chapter 186 Tonight, Sleep With Me

Aunt Liu soaked a towel in hot water until it was scalding, wrung it out, held it in her hand, and ordered Zhang Qiao to loosen her clothes.

Zhang Qiao stared at the towel, her heart sinking. She then glanced at Lin Tianyue beside her.

Lin Tianyue, still unaware of what was happening, stood there with a furrowed brow, looking helplessly as if he couldn’t bear to see Zhang Qiao suffer.

Zhang Qiao waited a few seconds. Seeing no movement from him, she quietly suggested, “Do you… want to step out for a bit?”

Lin Tianyue was startled. Was he being rejected?

But seeing Zhang Qiao’s flushed face, he could only nod.

Alright, alright, it’s his wife being shy.

Even after having a child, she still felt shy in front of him.

But come to think of it, though they were married, she got pregnant the moment she married him. In terms of actual relations, that had only happened the one time.

Standing at the door, Lin Tianyue felt a restless heat coursing through him, especially in that area, taut and uncomfortable.

Inside the ward, as soon as Aunt Liu pressed the hot towel against Zhang Qiao’s chest, she let out a small gasp from the heat.

But when Aunt Liu really started applying force, kneading and pressing, Zhang Qiao realized that what had come before was just a warm-up.

Even with controlled strength, it still hurt quite a bit.

Tears glistened in Zhang Qiao’s eyes from the pain.

She bit her lip, wanting to cry but couldn’t.

Sobbing quietly, she suddenly missed her mother.

Of course, she was thinking of her mother from before she transmigrated.

As a child, her mother must have gone through all of this too: nine months of pregnancy, the pain of childbirth, the struggles of breastfeeding.

Damn, being a woman is tough.

Next time she transmigrates, could she become a man instead?

She wanted to experience the joys of being a man.

Still, thinking of Lin Tianyue, her grievances softened a little. Fortunately, he was reliable—otherwise, even if someone offered her a hundred million, she wouldn’t want to go through this pain.

To ease her tension, Aunt Liu chatted with her while massaging: “Qiao Qiao, you two are quite amusing. Why, are you still embarrassed for him to see?”

Zhang Qiao replied, “Gotta keep up appearances, right?”

What’s so beautiful about grimacing in pain?

After experiencing childbirth, Zhang Qiao realized that women lose much of their dignity. No matter how pretty or careful about appearances, during childbirth, you have to strip naked and let people handle you with a contorted face.

Without strong love or emotional support, as a woman, there’s really no reason to endure this.

Thankfully, after more than ten minutes, Aunt Liu finished the massage.

“Is it okay now?” Zhang Qiao asked, dazed.

“Hard to say—some women just naturally have insufficient milk. If it still doesn’t come, let Tianyue help you.”

“What? He… how would he help?”

Aunt Liu gave a mysterious smile and whispered a few words in Zhang Qiao’s ear, making her blush furiously.

Wow… that’s a way to help…

Zhang Qiao’s mind was blown. She felt a little off-balance just hearing it.

After Aunt Liu left, Lin Tianyue came in. As soon as Zhang Qiao saw him, she turned her face away, blushing.

“Qiao Qiao, I heard you calling from outside. Was it very painful?”

Lin Tianyue sat down and brushed her head with the back of his hand.

He wanted to check if she had a fever. Some new mothers can get a fever if their milk ducts are blocked; worse cases could lead to inflammation and even surgery.

Her face was so red—hopefully she wasn’t sick.

But Zhang Qiao swatted his hand away: “Annoying, don’t touch me.”

Lin Tianyue: “…”

Lost in thought, Zhang Qiao lay down, presenting her back to him: “I’m fine, just tired. I’ll sleep for a bit.”

“Alright, alright, then sleep.”

Lin Tianyue felt something was off but figured he hadn’t done anything wrong, so he couldn’t understand why she suddenly seemed upset.

At night, Xia Xia woke up. As usual, Lin Tianyue fed her formula.

The little girl’s appetite had grown—50 milliliters per feed wasn’t enough. After drinking, she would nap; after waking, she’d play for a bit and then eat again. She followed a simple routine of eat-sleep-play, seldom fussing, only crying occasionally due to a wet diaper. Overall, she was easy to care for.

Before going to bed, Zhang Qiao saw Lin Tianyue preparing formula again. Feeling her breasts swelling, she gathered courage and asked to try breastfeeding.

“Are you sure? Qiao Qiao, you don’t have to force it.”

Lin Tianyue was still a little concerned.

Zhang Qiao nodded determinedly: “Let’s just try.”

Formula today didn’t distinguish stages, and she worried that relying solely on formula might upset Xia Xia’s digestion.

Lin Tianyue handed Xia Xia to Zhang Qiao.

After giving birth, Zhang Qiao hadn’t held her daughter yet. This time, it was her turn, and she fumbled awkwardly.

Thinking of the potential awkwardness, she urged, “Go call my sister.”

Lin Tianyue hesitated, then agreed.

At the door, Zhang Qiao reminded him: “Stay by the door and don’t let anyone in.”

Lin Tianyue couldn’t help smiling. At this hour, who would come in?

Still, he didn’t expose his wife’s little scheme.

With Zhang Ling’s help, Zhang Qiao tried for a long time, but Xia Xia still couldn’t latch on. Frustrated, the baby bit her.

It hurt so much…

Zhang Qiao almost cried from the pain.

Her daughter didn’t even have teeth, so how could it hurt so much?

Soon, she had no time to think about the pain—Xia Xia was too hungry, flailing her arms and kicking her legs, crying loudly.

“Forget it, forget it. Let’s just give formula.”

Zhang Ling gave up, not wanting to see Zhang Qiao suffer, and worried about leaving her niece hungry.

Zhang Qiao felt frustrated but helpless.

After her daughter finished eating, Zhang Ling placed her in the crib outside. Lin Tianyue sat on the sofa, anxious.

When he saw the two come out, he stood up, only to see Zhang Ling shake her head.

A rush of emotions hit Lin Tianyue. He knew Zhang Qiao was anxious and in a bad mood, but there was nothing he could do to help—leaving him feeling disappointed.

“I’ll check on Qiao Qiao. You go sleep early, sis.”

Lin Tianyue went to the inner room. Zhang Qiao sat against the headboard, looking downcast.

It was already 10 p.m. Lin Tianyue approached and rubbed her head: “Go wash up and sleep.”

He fetched hot water from the bathroom and wiped her face and body with a towel. Although postpartum mothers weren’t supposed to bathe, Zhang Qiao loved cleanliness and insisted on being wiped daily. Lin Tianyue thought it was better to keep her clean and allowed it.

When he tried to wipe her under her clothes, Zhang Qiao grabbed the towel and did it herself.

Lin Tianyue watched her with a faint smile: “Qiao Qiao, we’re married. You don’t have to avoid me. You’re still postpartum, so what’s wrong with me helping you wipe?”

Zhang Qiao turned and wiped her back silently.

Once done, she handed the towel to Lin Tianyue. As he turned to pour water, she whispered, “Tonight… sleep with me.”