Gu Wei couldn't help but feel aggrieved; he'd unintentionally lit the fuse.
She had been bottling up her frustration all day, now searching for an outlet.
"I just hugged our son earlier, kissed him too. After hugging and kissing him, I came upstairs to hug you." Gu Wei's survival instincts were strong.
Now that's more like it!
Su Meixi's anger found no place to go.
She felt a quiet sadness.
"Honey, you've worked so hard lately, breastfeeding, taking care of our son, and your body hasn't fully recovered yet. How about this: stop breastfeeding and let's find some good formula to see if our son likes it?"
Su Meixi's eyes noticeably brightened for a moment but quickly rejected the suggestion: "No, formula—no matter how good—can't compare to breast milk."
"Actually, that idea isn't entirely scientific. Whether breast milk is good or not depends on the mother's health. If we choose high-quality formula, the nutrition can still be guaranteed."