Di Mingchen furrowed his brow slightly, thought for a moment, and then seriously said, "This suggestion doesn't sound problematic and actually feels quite good. It really does make things a bit easier."
"So you agree?" Nangong Ran asked,
"It depends on you." Di Mingchen turned his gaze towards Nangong Ran, "You're the one having the baby. There's not much your husband can do to help except cheer you on, so the decision is yours, and I'll completely comply!"
Nangong Ran blinked, "That good?"
"What else can I do?" Di Mingchen looked at her, his eyes suddenly filled with affection, leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips, and seriously said, "Xiaoran, believe me, if I could take the pain for you, your husband would willingly bear it. But I really can't share the pain and fear, so you'll have to endure it."
As he spoke, his expression softened, with genuine tenderness in his eyes; these words weren't just empty promises.
