Du Ruoxin: "..."
Everyone: "..."
The world seemed to come to a standstill.
A dark line flashed across Du Ruoxin's forehead. She picked up the baby model and accused, "Rong Jingyang, you've killed your son."
The man's brows were filled with ferocity. "It's fake!"
Du Ruoxin was furious. "What if it were real?"
A certain lord thought: Of course, he wouldn't drop it.
"It's not like you're going to the battlefield to fight and kill, why are you so angry?" Du Ruoxin complained.
"Besides, is taking care of a child more challenging than the bloody battles on the battlefield?"
"Look at what it's doing to you."
Du Ruoxin turned off the crying sound and placed the model back in front of him. "Come, follow me, be gentle."
"First, distinguish the front from the back of the diaper; it has markings."
Du Ruoxin handed him a new one. "Hmm?"
"—" The man's face was stiff and expressionless, unmoving.
"Xin'er, I don't know how either. Come teach me," Kristino interjected at the opportune moment.
Du Ruoxin responded with an "Oh." Just as she was about to turn, Rong Jingyang put his arm around her waist and said coldly, "And then?"
Du Ruoxin looked at Rong Jingyang, then at her elder brother, and said, "You two are heading in the right direction."
"There are two ways to change a diaper."
"The first way is to lift the baby's legs, gently, not too high, about 30 degrees is fine."
"Then tuck the diaper under his bottom and fasten it around his waist."
"The second way is to turn him on his side..."
"Remember, you can't change the diaper immediately after feeding; there must be a ten-minute interval, or the milk will come back up."
Rong Jingyang and Kristino's fingers stiffly fumbled with the baby model. It was truly... this soft, floppy thing, they really wanted to throw it away, preferably into outer space.
Never to be seen again!
Kristino, unable to grasp it, simply held it and spun it around like a pen.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
Elder brother, can you be more serious?
"You can't spin it!" She adjusted the baby. "Brother, do you get it now?"
Kristino shrugged. "I have a nanny."
He didn't need to know.
Moreover, he was sure he wouldn't like Clara's child, and certainly wouldn't change his diaper, feed him, or bathe him.
Rong Jingyang cast a look of agreement at Kristino. It seemed he wasn't the only one who found children troublesome.
Du Ruoxin took a deep breath. She hated hearing the word "nanny" the most!
"No hiring!"
"You hire one, I'll fire one."
"Raise your own children yourself!"
She said sternly.
Kristino's brow furrowed slightly. Why was Xin'er suddenly angry?
Clara, who had been silent and unnoticeable, looked terrified. Not hiring a nanny would surely exhaust her to death!
She had heard that raising children was particularly hard and tiring, and she had planned to hand over the child entirely to a nanny after birth, not breastfeed, and let the baby drink formula.
She didn't want the child sleeping with her at night either; she didn't want to stay up late and become ugly.
Clara only wanted to take occasional photos and take the child for walks.
If they didn't hire a nanny, it would be the death of her!
No, she had to persuade Du Ruoxin!
Kristino looked at the woman's serious face, then after a moment, said devilishly, "I can help with the child, but only if you're here."
Rong Jingyang felt extremely uncomfortable hearing this, like biting into an unripe fruit, its juice seeping into his teeth, both bitter and astringent. "Then you don't need to learn. Get out."
His wife would never help Kristino raise a child.
Dream on!
He would make Du Ruoxin pregnant as soon as possible!