Rebirth of the entertainment industry and the return of the queen

Chapter 1140 The Birth of a Child
Pei Ziheng looked at their names a few more times before putting down his pen in satisfaction.

He raised his head and said to Xia Ling, "Okay." He wanted to go over to help her.

Unexpectedly, Xia Ling persisted: "It's not healed yet! There's my son too!"

Pei Ziheng: "...We'll create a genealogy for our son after he's born, good boy."

Seeing that she finally got the genealogy, Pei Zhenyuan felt uncomfortable, and seeing Pei Ziheng's tactful speech, he couldn't help but answer her: "What kind of genealogy is such a young child? Fantastic! Who knows if your son will live past the age of three? According to our family's regulations, children must be three years old to be listed on the family tree!"

It is a rule that many great families have had for many generations that children who die young are not included in the genealogy.

Xia Ling was furious: "You just won't live to be three years old! Your whole family... no, your household registration book... no, anyway, you just won't live to be three years old!" She almost scolded the whole family.

The surrounding Pei family couldn't bear to look directly at them. The quarrel between the old and the young is also eye-opening. Is there any difference from children's play house?
Seeing her quarreling with others while clutching her stomach, Pei Ziheng was also funny, and annoyed that Pei Zhenyuan said that his son would not live to be three years old, so he raised his hand to pick up the ink-soaked brush again, and said, "Make an exception. "The movement was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the child's name was quickly added.

Pei Zhenyuan was so angry that he wanted to spit fire: "Pei Ziheng, how dare you! You broke the family rules!"

Pei Ziheng looked at him with coercion in his eyes: "Uncle, how old do you think my son will live?"

This question was very tricky, Pei Zhenyuan couldn't curse the child to die early in front of his ancestors, otherwise he would be struck by lightning.But he was not reconciled to Pei Ziheng ignoring the family rules like this, and he was so angry that he didn't know what to do.

However, Xia Ling grinned at him, "My son must have lived longer than you!... Ouch!"

He cried out in pain again.

This time, Pei Ziheng refused to let her continue to quarrel here, so he picked her up without saying anything, strode into the car that was already waiting not far from the ancestral hall, and went straight to the hospital.

The delivery process was chaotic, and Xia Ling felt that she was dying of pain. She only knew how to inhale, exhale, and exert force according to the voices of the doctors and nurses... It seemed as if 10 years had passed, when suddenly a voice came from her ear. There was a loud cry of the baby, and then the nurse's joyful voice: "Congratulations, Mrs. Pei, you are a healthy boy!"

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, exhausted, and passed out.

When she woke up, Pei Ziheng was sitting beside the bed, holding her hand with one hand, with a gentle expression on her face.

She stared at him for a few seconds before her eyes gradually focused. If it wasn't for the faint pain in her body, she would have doubted that everything she had experienced before was a dream.She asked him weakly, "how is the baby?"

There was a hint of a smile in Pei Ziheng's always dark eyes: "The baby is fine. The nurse has bathed him and is taking care of him in a special baby room. I'll let someone carry him to show you."

Then, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message.

Xia Ling just looked at him: "Why don't you go with him?"

Mother Zhou told her a lot about giving birth before, and she mentioned that many fathers of newborns would be too happy and novel, and would spend far more time playing with babies than spending time with their wives in confinement.

Zhou's mother is kind, afraid that she will be left out after giving birth, and she is not mentally prepared, so she is prone to depression.

Now it seems that this worry is superfluous.

Sure enough, Pei Ziheng said softly to her, "I'll accompany you."

Thousands of words are melted in these three words.

The corners of Xia Ling's lips curled up slightly, and suddenly she heard Pei Ziheng say, "Why are you crying?" He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I heard from the older generation that you can't cry during confinement, it will hurt your body .”

Only then did she realize that she was crying and blushed slightly.

She was moved. She followed him from the age of 12, step by step through the turbulent waves until today, and finally achieved a positive result...Even if she gave birth to a child, he still spoiled her so much.In this life, I have no regrets.

While thinking this way, I saw the door of the ward opened.

A young nurse in a pink nurse uniform came in, holding a small baby in her arms, walked up to them with a smile, and said, "Two, the baby is here."

Xia Ling looked at the little guy sideways, and saw that he was wrinkled, his small eyes were still tightly closed, and there were shallow dimples on his small fists, so cute.He slept peacefully in the swaddling baby, neither crying nor fussing.

The nurse said: "The baby is well-behaved. It looks like a lucky one."

Xia Ling was very happy when she heard that, and smiled sweetly."I want to hug him," she said.

The nurse bent down carefully, put the baby into her arms, and instructed her how to hold it.

Xia Ling was a little timid at first, the little guy is so delicate, afraid of breaking it, the tenderness in her heart will flow naturally when she hugs her, as if every woman has the talent to be a mother, and she can adjust it meticulously without the guidance of a nurse Hugging makes the child more comfortable.The little guy felt his mother's heartbeat, and babbled and sang something.

The nurse jokingly said, "He likes Mom very much."

Xia Ling smiled even sweeter, and turned to look at Pei Ziheng at the side: "Tell me, is he like me or you?"

Pei Ziheng also turned his head to look at it, with a serious expression on his face, and it took him a long time to say, "Of course boys look like me."

The nurse pursed her lips and smiled. In fact, what can a child who is less than a few hours old see?They all look alike, like ugly monkeys.However, Mr. Pei really loves children, and he is engrossed in watching them.

Xia Ling's eyes flashed. After becoming a mother, she seemed to be much softer and more beautiful. She was no longer the arrogant and indulgent person she used to be, but gentle and quiet so that people could relax.She asked Pei Ziheng: "Do you want to hug him?"

Pei Ziheng still sullenly said, "No need."

The nurse laughed at the side again. Although Mr. Pei is so serious, he actually looks like holding a baby, right?From an angle that Mrs. Pei couldn't see, his hands were trembling slightly from nervousness.

Xia Ling didn't notice anything wrong with him, she couldn't put it down holding the baby, coaxing and coaxing, then she raised her head and said to Pei Ziheng, "Then why don't you pet him?"

Pei Ziheng hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand carefully. The big man who is usually so coercive is at a loss like a fledgling boy at this moment.When his rough fingers touched the baby's soft skin, he was taken aback and retracted reflexively. He paused for a few seconds before touching again tentatively.

The baby's skin is as delicate as a flower, just like his little Ling, which makes people linger.

He felt the delicate touch, how amazing life is, how wonderful it feels to be a father.

The little nurse in the pink nurse uniform smiled and backed out at some point.

Xia Ling turned sideways, leaned into his arms, and teased the baby with him for a while, then she seemed to remember something: "By the way, what name did you name the child in the genealogy?"

"Pei Shaoye." Pei Ziheng said without thinking.

"What?" Xia Ling glared at him unhappily, "You actually gave our baby such an ugly name?"

"What's so ugly?" Pei Ziheng was also unhappy.

"I don't care, it's just ugly!" Her arrogant temper returned, pestering him to make trouble for no reason.

Pei Ziheng just smiled, and said calmly: "You are the one who insisted on publishing the genealogy, how can you change it now? I told you to do it later, but you didn't listen."

"You still blame me?!" Xia Ling was so wronged that she wanted to bite him.

He smiled and kissed her.

She was still angry, she hugged the child and turned sideways: "Hmph, I won't give you a kiss."

Pei Ziheng hugged her from behind, smelling the faint fragrance of milk on her body, and coaxed her in a good voice: "What's the matter, why is it so ugly? Shaoye, the meaning of inheriting the family business, always encourages him to work hard, and is always vigilant Regarding his identity, other people want them to respect and obey him, to work hard for him, and not dare to make mistakes."

(End of this chapter)