The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 117
by Little PandaSome Sweetness
Extra: Having the Baby
“Save some for the baby…”
Jiang Youwan’s body recovered beautifully, and the kiddo was healthy too — before long, mother and daughter were discharged from the hospital.
Jiang Youwan praised Jiang Jinyi, saying it was all thanks to her.
The Eldest Miss Jiang really had been responsible and endlessly patient in looking after her wife and child. She took all of it as a matter of course — things she ought to do, and things she wanted to do.
Whenever Youwan showed the slightest discomfort or the faintest bad mood, Jinyi blamed herself, certain it was her fault.
Because of her, Youwan had endured such suffering.
Right after giving birth, Youwan’s figure hadn’t yet returned to its original shape — but she didn’t worry that Jinyi would lose interest, and she wasn’t afraid to let Jinyi see her belly.
Every night, Jinyi helped her apply ointment to her abdomen, then massage it.
Every night, while smoothing on the ointment, Jinyi cried. Every night she cried; every night she was soothed; soothed, she’d cry all over again the next day.
Each time, her tears said exactly how much her heart ached for her, how much she loved her.
Once, while she was crying, Youwan asked a question she already knew the answer to: “If jiejie’s figure never goes back to the way it was, would Xiao Jin like jiejie any less?”
“Of course not!” Jinyi denied it in a rush, then added in a small voice, “If your belly really couldn’t recover, I’d die of guilt…”
She threw herself into Youwan’s recovery — researching methods online, consulting specialist doctors, and every night applying the ointment and massage with the utmost care.
One evening she was probably too exhausted; when Youwan came back to the room, she found her already asleep. Youwan didn’t wake her. She gathered her into her arms, and they fell asleep together.
But in the middle of the night, Youwan dimly heard movement. She opened her eyes to find Jinyi sitting beside her, head bowed, applying the ointment and massaging her belly.
Jinyi had startled awake — the task kept turning over in her mind, so even asleep she couldn’t rest easy. No matter how tired, how sleepy, she had to get up and finish.
During her postpartum confinement1, Youwan mostly slept straight through until morning, rarely waking in the night.
At first she assumed the kiddo was simply well-behaved — no crying or fussing after dark — until one night she was roused by something.
It felt like a machine operating at her chest…
Youwan frowned and opened her eyes, looking down to find Jinyi sprawled at her front, a breast pump in hand.
And beside them, the kiddo — sucking on her fingers, watching.
So the kiddo was hungry, and Jinyi, not wanting to wake her, had expressed the milk herself.
Head lowered, Jinyi watched the machine work, unaware that Youwan was already awake and observing her every move.
She stared at the pump, then glanced at the other side, unoccupied, swallowed hard, then ducked her head down and latched on, drinking along with it.
Compared to the machine, she was rather the more eager of the two.
Youwan closed her eyes and pinched her fingertips, brow furrowing faintly, biting her inner lip to keep from making a sound, her face flushing crimson.
Before long, the pump had drawn its fill. Jinyi rose, not quite sated, poured the milk into a bottle, scooped their little daughter out of the bassinet beside the bed, and fed her.
“Drink up now. Once your tummy’s full, straight back to sleep — no waking Mama, understood?”
As it turned out, Jinyi had always been slipping earplugs in while she slept. Whenever the kiddo cried or fussed in the small hours, Jinyi got up on her own to soothe her — rocking the cradle, holding and patting her, singing to her, distracting her with toys, feeding her…
Holding the child and comforting her, she gave off a maternal tenderness that had never been in her before.
When Youwan asked her why, she said jiejie had already endured so much giving birth — if jiejie still had to get up in the middle of the night and tire herself out, she’d be heartbroken to death.
That would make her a failure of a partner.
Jinyi knew Youwan’s heart ached for her, and soothed her: “The kiddo’s really well-behaved anyway. She never fusses for long — a little coaxing and she’s fine.”
It was true. The kiddo really was good. She rarely cried, and when she did, it was only because she’d woken suddenly in the dark and gotten scared. The moment someone picked her up, the crying stopped; soothe her a little more, and she was asleep.
Even easier to soothe than Jinyi. Blank-faced, docile — a yielding, uncompetitive clumsy beauty2.
One time, Jinyi was clinging to Youwan and nursing when she woke — woken by hunger, belly rumbling. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw her Mommy latched onto her Mama, drinking the milk that should have been hers.
She was already hungry. Any other kiddo, seeing their food snatched right in front of them, would surely have burst into wails. Not her. She just watched, blank-faced — blinking now and then, swallowing now and then.
No fighting, no grabbing, no crying, no fussing — the very picture of pitiful and adorable.
Youwan gripped Jinyi’s hair, breathing hard. Face flushed, she turned her head by chance — and saw her daughter beside them, eyes open, watching them longingly.
Youwan’s eyes reddened another shade deeper with a certain shame. She pushed at Jinyi’s shoulder, ordering in a trembling voice, “The baby’s awake. Get up…”
It carried no deterrence whatsoever.
Hearing “the baby’s awake” as though someone had come to compete with her for the milk, Jinyi wrapped her arms around her waist and held on tighter, mouth refusing to let go in the slightest.
A rare show of force. Youwan couldn’t push her off, and pinched her earlobe hard. “Bastard, the baby’s watching…”
“It’s fine, she’s… she’s still little, she can’t understand…” Jinyi mumbled indistinctly, ear pinched sore, still unwilling to rise.
Something had come over her, making her this domineering.
Maybe she’d watched Youwan nurse the kiddo one time too many and the balance in her heart tipped — now the kiddo had to watch too, had to know this milk wasn’t hers alone.
Honestly, so childish…
Youwan could do nothing with her. She closed her eyes, the corners reddened and extremely sexy, and said hoarsely, “Enough. Save some for the baby…”
“No…” Jinyi was willful.
Youwan truly had no way of dealing with her at all, so she could only coax — promising her a reward tonight before she reluctantly gave up.
Jinyi loosened her arms. Youwan pushed her away, looking rather disheveled, and went to the kiddo.
Hungry as she was, still no crying, no fussing. Youwan’s heart couldn’t have ached more. She hurriedly picked her up and gave her the milk Jinyi had just left behind.
“Sweet baby, weren’t you just so wronged? It’s all Mommy’s fault — she’s so wicked… stealing the kiddo’s food.”
Youwan softly scolded Jinyi, who sat on the bed behind her — in truth embarrassed by what she’d just done as well — and hearing the scolding, covered her burning face.
The kiddo understood none of it, drinking her milk at her own unhurried pace.
Full, she smiled. An easily satisfied kiddo.
When she smiled, her dimples ran deep — very much like Jinyi.
Youwan gave her a name: Jiang Yurou.
When choosing a name for Rourou, Jinyi hadn’t assumed as a matter of course that the child would take the surname Jiang or Su — she placed the decision entirely in Youwan’s hands, for her to make.
Youwan, in truth, had wanted the child to bear the name Jiang from the very start.
She disliked her original name deeply. The days she’d been called Su Lin were like being trapped at the bottom of a hellish abyss — suffering beyond bearing.
And because she loved Jiang Jinyi, she loved the surname Jiang — as if all her good fortune and all her happiness flowed from it.
She named the baby Jiang Yurou because it suited her temperament: looking at her now, she was sure to grow into a gentle, soft-hearted girl.
Heaven only knew whom she took after.
Dazed and docile both — Jinyi was far more cunning than her. The night she’d been promised in the morning, she was far too impatient to wait for; several times over the day she clung to Youwan begging for kisses, several times kissing until both were dizzy with want, slyly trying to press further — and every time, Youwan pushed her away.
“What’s promised for the night is for the night. Keep this up, and you’ll get nothing tonight either.”
Jinyi feared nothing more than that threat, and settled down somewhat.
In the evening, before going into the bathroom, Youwan instructed Jinyi to watch the child and not come in. Jinyi nodded obediently — but listening to the sound of running water inside, she couldn’t help slipping into fantasy, face burning scarlet.
In the end she couldn’t resist testing the bathroom door, found it unlocked, her eyes lit up — and she shoved it open without another thought, flying straight to Youwan.
Steam wreathed the bathroom. At a glance, Jinyi found the woman beneath the showerhead — full-figured, sensual. Youwan looked up at her, showing no surprise, tilted her neck back, and swept away the wet hair clinging to it, her gaze threaded with allure — with that motion, it was as if she were inviting Jinyi to come and mark her.
Jinyi was reeled in. She truly was desperate — she clutched Youwan urgently and kissed her. Youwan chided her: “Why so disobedient, hmm?”
“I am listening… but I miss jiejie so much…”
Though her mouth scolded, Youwan indulged her.
Her heart ached for her.
Because she’d only just given birth and her body was still weak, she couldn’t bear marking — she had no heat.
But Jinyi’s sensitive period came all the same. Several times she’d gone for suppressant injections in the dead of night, and after the injection she still had to stand under cold showers before she could fully settle.
Her body was weak to begin with; the cold showers brought colds and fevers straight on their heels. Youwan’s heart had long since ached to death for her — had long wanted to make it up to her.
Pressed against the cold tile, she let her pour out her love however she pleased, let her inject the scent of hyacinth into her body again and again, indulged her every “last time.”
Even when her mind went hazy, she bit her lip and forbade herself to plead.
Footnotes
- 坐月子 | zuò yuèzi | Literally 'sitting out the month' — the traditional Chinese practice of one month of strict postpartum rest, historically involving dietary rules, keeping warm, and sharply limited activity, believed to restore the mother's body after childbirth.
- 笨蛋美人 | bèndàn měirén | Literally 'dummy beauty' — Chinese internet slang for a strikingly beautiful character who is sweet, docile, and utterly without cunning; the archetype prizes guileless, harmless charm over intellect.
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