"Scram?" Cristiano scoffed.
Rong Jingyang's aversion to childcare and his disdain for infants were written all over his face.
He sat up straighter, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. "Xin'er, want to make a bet?"
Du Ruoxin didn't want to bet with her elder brother. She knew he had ulterior motives.
But the two men bickering like this wasn't a solution. It felt like they were here to fight, not to learn.
To prevent the situation from escalating, she forced a smile. "Bet on what?"
Cristiano said, "Today, whoever learns to change a diaper, feed, and bathe the baby first, you go with him."
Du Ruoxin: Uh—
Her gaze subconsciously flickered to Rong Jingyang. She saw his expression darken even further.
Cristiano pressed her head towards himself. "What are you looking at him for? Bet or not?"
Du Ruoxin's right eyelid twitched. She had a feeling her elder brother had dug a trap for her.
But whether it was a trap or a pitfall,
As long as Rong Jingyang could learn these childcare skills, she'd bet.
"Okay." She stepped aside, smiling at the man. "Mr. Rong, good luck. Don't lose me to someone else."
Rong Jingyang's face turned darker than carbon black. "Du Ruoxin, who gave you permission to—"
Before he could finish, Cristiano interrupted, "If you don't want to bet, you can just admit defeat. Xin'er will come with me."
Rong Jingyang: ! ! ! !
"Bet!" Qin Yunxi cheered from the side. "How can you give your wife away so easily?"
"Old Yang, I believe in you!"
"You definitely won't lose!"
Rong Jingyang shot Qin Yunxi a glare. *Can't you just not cause trouble?*
Qin Yunxi completely ignored his friend's glare and urged, "Hurry up! Cristiano has already started practicing. Don't dawdle!"
He shoved the baby model, diapers, and other items into Rong Jingyang's hands.
And so, Rong Jingyang, as if facing a firing squad with a blade at his throat, was forced to perform.
Qin Yunxi cheered him on from the side from time to time, "Old Yang must win! Old Yang must win!"
Clara couldn't stand the chattering man and hated it. She also wanted to help J. "Cristino must win! Cristino must win!"
The two men exchanged cold glances.
Clara was not intimidated at all. She puffed out her belly and said, "I'm pregnant. What, do you want to hit me?"
Qin Yunxi instantly deflated. *You're pregnant, you're amazing!*
If he couldn't afford to offend her, couldn't he just avoid her?
The scene returned to silence.
All eyes, more than a dozen pairs, were fixed on the two men sweating profusely.
Even though the air conditioning in the room was set to 20°, they were breaking out in cold sweats. It seemed they were truly anxious!
"Yeah!"
Clara shouted with joy, "J won! J won!"
Rong Jingyang: —
*Damn it, this victory is tainted!*
Cristiano had started two minutes before him!
Suddenly remembering something, Rong Jingyang quickly took the milk bottle and began to adjust the water temperature.
When mixing milk powder with water, the temperature should not exceed 50°, nor should it be too cold.
Water that is too hot can kill the nutrients in the milk powder, while water that is too cold makes it difficult to dissolve.
Furthermore, after mixing, the temperature must be tested on the hand to prevent scalding the baby.
Rong Jingyang's movements were swift and fluid.
Du Ruoxin watched, stunned. This, this—
She hadn't expected him to be so proficient!
Had he secretly practiced when Dou Dou was born?
For some reason, a smile cracked across her lips and reached her eyes.
Du Ruoxin watched her husband's decisive actions with great joy.
The second round ended, and Rong Jingyang won.
After two rounds of competition, the score was tied at 1:1, and the bet entered a heated third round.
Seeing that he had lost the second round, Cristiano gave up directly and quickly entered the third round—bathing the baby.
It was the same process: test the water temperature first, then fill the tub, and find clothes.
Rong Jingyang and Cristiano completed their preparations almost simultaneously.
Their speeds were neck and neck, making the onlookers unconsciously tense.