The children of others are born with a golden spoon in their mouth. My son is born with a bank card in his mouth.

To verify its authenticity, I went to the nearest bank with the bank card to check the balance. Surprisingly, there were really 50 million yuan in it, which truly shocked me.

Because of his extraordinary nature, I named him He Bufan.

I used the money in the bank card given by He Bufan to confidently set up a maternity center for the confinement period.

With a monthly fee of 150,000 yuan, it not only comes with professional maternity care specialists, six meals a day with complete flavors and nutrition, but also a 24-hour standby medical team, dedicated to solving any problems encountered by infants and mothers during confinement.

There is even a professional security team to intercept overzealous relatives who don't know their boundaries, the ex-mother-in-law who wants to show off under the pretext of seeing the child, and the useless ex-husband who divorced six months ago and just makes one's heart ache at the sight of him.

If the mother is unwilling, all these people will be kicked out and not allowed back.

Of course, these are all trivial matters not worth mentioning.

What is most important is that He Bufan is truly extraordinary.

Because he can speak from birth, he rarely cries and can express his needs on his own.

His mental state is as stable as a capybara in the animal kingdom.

On the first day of living in the maternity center, when I was in a daze, I felt something scratching me. I opened my eyes to see He Bufan looking at me:

"Mom, I'm hungry."

As a first-time mother, I was a little flustered. "Oh, what should I do? Should I make you some instant noodles? Do you like them spicy?"

In my limited knowledge, the best late-night snack is instant noodles with added eggs and vegetables.

An expression of speechlessness appeared in the baby's eyes. "No need, let the aunt prepare some milk for me."

Five minutes later, He Bufan held the milk bottle with both hands and started to drink contentedly. I watched beside him, tears streaming down my face:

"Wu wu, not crying or fussing, you're really a good big boy to your mom."

Although I am a first-time mother, I know that other people's children are not like this.

I took care of my sister-in-law's child for a while when she gave birth.

My nephew was a big chubby boy weighing over eight catties (4.5 kg), but he cried loudly whenever he was hungry, had a dirty diaper, was in a bad mood, or fell ill. His mouth would pucker up and gold dots would appear. He would cry seven or eight times throughout the night, which could drive a person to the brink of mental exhaustion.

As a result, I began to develop a resistance to the idea of having children.

Unexpectedly, I encountered He Bufan, who is simply my reward for kindness.