The aunt spoke, directly teaching Chu Munan how to hold the baby so that it would feel comfortable.
When he first held that tiny bundle in his hands, Chu Munan’s body beca incredibly stiff, as if he was completely ill at ease, not even daring to move.
Assistant Chen, who followed Chu Munan in, was taken aback to see their CEO so unnaturally holding a child, cautiously, nearly dropping his glasses in surprise.
If he rembered correctly, didn’t their CEO supposedly dislike children?
He recalled a past incident at the company when so rambunctious kid slipped past security and entered the building, even the CEO’s private elevator. Their CEO happened to co across the mischievous child, and his face turned dark, imdiately ordering the child to be taken out and all security staff on duty that day fired.
Another ti, at a company gala, a relative brought an infant just a few months old. Soone jokingly suggested the CEO hold the child, but he rely glanced at the child with disgust and looked away, turning the atmosphere incredibly awkward. Rumors then began circulating within the company that their CEO truly disliked kids, questioning why such a nearly-thirty-year-old man remained unmarried without children.
Not even a girlfriend.
There was even a rumor circulating in the company at one point that their CEO was... well, not straight!
But now, Assistant Chen noticed attentively that when their CEO cradled the child, his expression softened, and in his eyes, a hint of... affection?
Assistant Chen decided that when they returned to work in Beijing, if anyone dared say again that their CEO was kid-repellent, he would set the record straight.
The key was, it depended on whose child it was, and it looked like it definitely had to be... a daughter!
After all, he saw their CEO’s undisguised disdain when he realized the nanny was holding a baby boy.
These two little ones haven’t been nad yet. As the tiny bundle was handed over from the aunt to Chu Munan, it seed to sense the change, pouting as if ready to cry, but once in Chu Munan’s arms, it settled, even moving its little hand, though its eyes remained closed.
Holding the tiny bundle, Chu Munan’s mind was filled with a whirl of thoughts, but predominantly he felt his heart lting into mush, his actions becoming more cautious, afraid of accidentally hurting her.
...
When Song Qiao woke up, it was already afternoon. The hospital room was filled with the sound of children’s cries and the nanny comforting them, amidst the faint noise of soone teasing a child.
Before she even opened her eyes, she felt a severe headache. She probably slept too long, as her eyes struggled to open, but with the increasing cries of the child, she forced herself awake.
"Sister, you’re awake!" As Song Qiao opened her eyes, a sowhat youthful face popped into view, adorned with a delighted smile.
Assistant Chen was still in the room, and hearing the commotion, he ca over to check. Seeing Song Qiao was truly awake, he let out a sigh of relief and quickly said, "I’ll go call the doctor to check on Miss Song." With that, he turned and left the room.
Song Qiao closed her eyes again briefly before reopening them. Her throat was terribly dry, and after a mont, she managed to utter a few words, "Shinian, please pour a glass of water."
Mu Shinian hurriedly agreed, turned around to fetch water, and after bringing it over, adjusted the bed’s height for Song Qiao before handing her the cup to drink.
After drinking, Song Qiao felt quite relieved. Earlier, without water, she felt like soone in the desert about to die of thirst.
Having quenched her thirst, Song Qiao scanned the room, but didn’t see the children, and instinctively frowned.
Though she didn’t speak, Mu Shinian quickly understood her concern and explained, "Brother Munan and Aunt have taken the babies out for a check-up. Sister, wait a mont, Aunt brought you so chicken soup earlier, I’ll pour so for you."
Since they didn’t know when Song Qiao would wake up, the chicken soup had been kept in reserve. Chu Munan had it at noon; although reluctant at first, he eventually drank it all for so reason.
The current chicken soup was freshly brewed by Aunt, still steaming in a thermos. Mu Shinian found a ceramic bowl and headed to the restroom to rinse it.
Just as Mu Shinian entered the restroom, the room door opened again. Chu Munan entered carrying a baby, followed by Aunt and the nanny, the latter also holding another child.
The man imdiately noticed the woman half-reclining in the hospital bed and stopped in his tracks, then smiled warmly, walking over to the bedside and gently asking, "You’re awake? Feeling unwell anywhere?"
Song Qiao shook her head, a faint smile appearing on her lips, "I’m fine."
Imdiately, her eyes fell on the little bundle in Chu Munan’s arms, her face softening into a gentle smile.
Following her gaze to the baby girl in his arms, Chu Munan understood and handed the child over, "This is our daughter. She was born minutes later; the one born first is our son. They’re still naless, waiting for you to wake up and na them."
Song Qiao took the child, and perhaps instinctively as a mother, she understood how to hold the baby without being taught. Cradling the minute bundle in her arms, her heart filled with warmth and love.
Perhaps sensing its mother’s wake, yet not being held, the little boy in the nanny’s arms began to cry. As the boy wailed, the previously well-behaved girl in Song Qiao’s arms also began crying, and soon the room was filled with their cries.
Chu Munan glanced at the boy in the nanny’s arms, his face imdiately darkening.
This little rascal, crying at the drop of a hat.
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