Lu Qingqing pulled the blanket up to her chin, raised her brows at her mom, and looked utterly delighted.
She listened to her mom's advice, wearing the confinement cap day and night, without makeup, but her complexion was radiant and rosy. Her eyes sparkled with charm, carrying a playful coyness mixed with a touch of allure, making her even more captivating.
Her mom pointed at her accusingly, "You're just lucky—married to a good husband and blessed with kind and considerate in-laws. Otherwise, how could you be so carefree now? Pengpeng was crying so hard—can't you get out of bed to check on him? The doctor already said you're recovering well and perfectly capable of taking care of Pengpeng."
Lu Qingqing replied pitifully, "Mom, I'm not neglecting Pengpeng, am I? Besides, I'm a postpartum mother. You said it yourself; postpartum mothers are weak and need proper confinement care."
Her mom glared at her, "Stop twisting my words!"
