Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Feng Qingxue stood in the way so Xibao couldn’t see Lu Jiang, but Lu Jiang could clearly see every move his son made. He was adorable. The moment he opened his eyes, he looked bewilderingly adorable. His dense black hair stood in a couple of bundles, looking like the feathers on a rooster’s neck that had exploded, and once he recovered from his stupor, he exuded an aura of cunningness.

Just like himself, Lu Jiang thought.

Just as this thought passed through his mind, he saw his darling son blinking his big round eyes, smacking his rosy lips, instinctually arching towards his mother’s embrace for nourishment, like a little piglet.

Something didn’t seem right to Lu Jiang, but before he could figure out what, he saw Feng Qingxue closing her eyes and unbuttoning her top.

She was wearing a nightgown she had sewn herself, with a slanting collar and ties that opened easily with a light pull.

A glimpse of her snowy skin and crimson nipples flashed before his eyes.

Despite having delivered a child, her body remained as perfect as ever.

"Ah!" Little Fatty latched onto her nipple with a speed rivaling lightning, happily suckling away. His eyes squinted in delight, his chubby cheeks resting against her soft, white skin. Feng Qingxue skillfully made sure his little nose wasn’t smothered against her breast, ensuring his breath wasn’t hindered. Meanwhile, Lu Jiang’s eyes nearly spat fire, seething with jealousy, wishing he could replace Little Fatty.

Little Fatty, save some for your dad!

Lu Jiang, sitting up and leaning inwards, almost cried out but held back in fear of waking Feng Qingxue, who seemed to be on the brink of sleep. He swallowed his words down, going off with a gulp.