Chapter 113 - 79: Men Just Can’t Live Without This Stuff

Chapter 113: Chapter 79: Men Just Can’t Live Without This Stuff

"Oh, right. When I was on my business trip, I saw a really beautiful nightgown, so I bought one for you too."

At the mention of new clothes, Fang Youqing perked up a bit. She opened her suitcase and pulled out two nightgowns, still in their packaging.

The two nightgowns were the same style, just different colors—one was wine-red, and the other was black.

They had a V-neck cut, and the hem fell past the hips, giving them a very feminine and slightly sexy look.

"Aren’t they pretty? The black one is for you. The red one is a bit too bold, so it’s not really your style."

When Fang Youning saw the nightgown, her first thought was that it was beautiful. Normally, she wouldn’t have hesitated to accept a gift from her sister.

But thinking about what happened during the day, she didn’t want it anymore.

"It doesn’t really suit me. I don’t want it. You can keep it."

"It’s so pretty, how could it not suit you?"

Fang Youqing held up the gown, looking at the front and back. "The hem isn’t even that short. It goes down to mid-thigh. It’s perfectly fine for you to wear in your dorm."

"When I took the baby out today, people misunderstood and thought I was his mom."

"What’s wrong with their eyes? You’re so young, how could they mistake you for a mother?"

Fang Youqing gathered her hair, twisted it up at the back of her head, and secured it with a clip.

"The way you’re dressed, you look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old college student. Nothing like someone who’s had a kid."

Fang Youning pouted, her expression a little reluctant. "I was wearing jeans and boots this morning. I only changed into this outfit because I got my other one dirty during lunch."

"Wearing pants and boots does make you look a little more mature, but not so much that people should get confused. They must have bad eyesight."

Fang Youning thought about what Chen Yuan had said... that she had a ’wife-like aura’...

AHHH!

’What an embarrassing term!’

’This is all because of my sister’s influence!’

"Sis, I want to ask you something," Fang Youning said with a serious expression.

"What is it?"

"If—and I mean, hypothetically—if someone said you were a wife, what would you do? Would you get mad?"

"Mad?"

Looking at her younger sister, Fang Youqing placed a hand on her forehead. "Are you running a fever? My kid is two years old. I *am* a wife, what’s there to be mad about?"

"Uhh..."

Fang Youning was at a loss for words.

’How can my sister say that so calmly?’

"You really wouldn’t get mad at all?"

"Why would I get mad? Wife, young mother, sophisticated lady... aren’t those all just terms to describe women our age? As long as they don’t call me ’Auntie,’ I’m fine."

"What if someone actually did call you Auntie?"

"I’d just have to put up with it. I’m a mom now, so it’s reasonable for a teenager to call me that. It’s just that I personally have a hard time accepting it."

Fang Youning thought about it. ’That seems to make sense, I guess.’

"I already bought the nightgown and I can’t return it, so just keep one to wear."

With that, Fang Youqing stood up. "Watch the baby for a bit. I’m going to tidy up."

"Okay."

Nodding, Fang Youning went back to her bedroom and grabbed a cotton nightgown with a Snoopy pattern on it.

She changed out of her clothes, feeling much more comfortable, and sat on the playmat in the living room, entertaining her little nephew.

"Huh? Where did all my underwear go?" Fang Youqing called out from the bathroom.

"Oh, um..." Fang Youning said flusteredly.

"I saw it was all dry, so I put it away."

"Alright."

It was a minor thing, so Fang Youqing didn’t think much of it and continued tidying the house.

Despite her cool, mature appearance, Fang Youqing was also very capable around the house. She quickly got the place organized, or at least made it look less messy.

"Bring the baby over. I’ll give him a bath."

"Chengcheng, time for your bath!"

Fang Youning carried the child into the bathroom. Fang Youqing was already naked, adjusting the water temperature of the showerhead.

In the small tub next to her, the bathwater was already drawn. All that was left was to put the baby in, and the task would be complete.

As Fang Youning went to grab the baby wash, she remembered what Chen Yuan had said.

"Sis, do you want to take a look?"

"No rush. You can wash him first. I’ll check him after I’m done with my shower."

"Okay."

Fang Youqing stepped into the shower stall, and Fang Youning started washing the baby. Her movements were hardly professional; she basically just got his whole body wet.

After the bath, she carried him out, dried him off, got him dressed, and let him play on the bed by himself.

A little while later, Fang Youqing came out of the shower stall. She dried herself off with a towel, wrapped it around her body, her hair still dripping wet.

"Come here, sweetie. Let Mommy take a look."

Fang Youqing knelt by the child and got down to business.

Zhao Wen Cheng was very obedient, lying still on the bed while holding a toy fire truck.

"Do you need my help?"

Fang Youning had been too embarrassed to help in front of Chen Yuan, but there was no need for that with her sister. He was her nephew, after all.

"I could actually use your help."

Fang Youning wiggled her fingers in an elegant pose, making her little nephew giggle.

Alright, you might want to look away for this part.

Fang Youqing’s expression turned serious.

She was getting anxious!

Now Fang Youqing was starting to really worry. She had thought this would be a simple task, but there was no response at all.

’This isn’t right!’

...

"WAAAH—"

Out of nowhere, Zhao Wen Cheng started crying, letting out a loud wail and dropping his toy fire truck.

"Don’t cry, sweetie. Mommy will hold you."

Fang Youqing immediately comforted the child, pulling him into her arms.

The tears came and went quickly. After a few soothing words from Fang Youqing, the boy was much better.

"Let Mommy look again, just for a second..."

"No! No way!"

It was as if the child was having a stress reaction; the moment she mentioned it, he started crying again.

"Just put up with it for a second and let Mommy look again. Otherwise, we’ll have to go to the hospital, and the doctor will give you a shot," Fang Youqing threatened.

"Fine."

Men just can’t live without that thing.