She was caught in the door before she believed in a wolf with a big tail.

"This is the condition that I promised Yang Muya." Yan Chengchi's thin lips stopped only one centimeter away from her cherry lips, exhaling like charm, every word.

"Wh, what?" Xia Changyue was completely dumbfounded.

He persuaded her mother to agree to the terms of their marriage, is to take advantage of her?

Is he kidding her?

If he really dared to say that, Yang Muya would definitely straighten her fist and beat him fat!

Xia Changyue was about to scold him as a liar, but facing his deep black eyes, a white light flashed in her mind, her eyes widened when she thought of something.

"You mean..."

"Yes, I promise Yang Muya, our second son will have the surname Yang." Yan Chengchi's lips opened slightly, and he didn't conceal anything.

Big families pay attention to inheritance.

The Yang family only has a daughter of Yang Muya, and she also only has a daughter of Xia Changyue. If Xia Changyue married an ordinary man, he could easily get an heir in the future.

But if you marry Yan Chengchi, the situation is completely different.

With the power of the Yan family and the importance of his direct descendants, let alone a son or a daughter, Yang Muya can hardly get it.

Even if Xia Changyue's children could inherit the Yang family's property, they would never change their surname to Yang.

Yang Muya must have understood this point long ago.

Therefore, Yan Chengchi is willing to let go, not only let their children inherit the Yang family's property, but also let a son follow the mother's surname. This is something that Yang Muya can't imagine.

In addition, Yang Muya knew that Xia Changyue had only Yan Chengchi in her heart, and Yan Chengchi was willing to give in for their marriage. Even if she was making trouble for Yan Chengchi, she finally had to agree to let them be together.

Instead of passively accepting at that time, it is better to agree now.

Become a mother who loves her daughter, and get a grandson with her surname Yang...

Yang Muya didn't suffer at all in this deal.

"But, where are we going to find a son for my mother?" Xia Changyue muttered weakly, staring down at his flat stomach, and swallowing hard.

"Yan Chengchi, there is something I haven't had a chance to tell you, when I gave birth to Hanhan and Momo, I hurt my body. The doctor said, I might not be able to give birth...Um!"

Before Xia Changyue's words were finished, Yan Chengchi's lips were blocked.

His petite body was firmly suppressed by him, and he didn't leave much effort to kiss.

She was not surprised at what she just said.

They had been together for so long and had never used protective measures, but she had never been pregnant, and he had a hunch.

Until the last time she checked her stomach, she took the opportunity to do a full-body examination. Her medical report was very clear.

Four years ago, he didn't take good care of her to let her face such a terrible thing alone. In the future, no matter what happens, he will not let her leave him.

Wanting to have a child is not only because of the deal with Yang Muya, but because he privately hopes that God can give him a chance to stay with her and feel the joy of new life.

"It's just that I may not be able to give birth, and it is not true that I cannot give birth. I try a few more times, and maybe I will hit!" Yan Chengchi kissed down her neck.

Hearing this, Xia Changyue suddenly felt a chill in his back.

"No, even if you have one, you may not necessarily be a son..."