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As Qiaoqiao said, who would care about a washed-up teacher?

Li Bo was a member of the military, while Liu Songming was the newly established Minister of the Armed Forces Department and had no authority to interfere in military affairs.

Of course, Li Bo was punished, discharged early, and transferred to a local post.

The only good thing is that Qiaoqiao's family doesn't have to move out of the military family compound for the time being.

Qiaoqiao's mother was extremely busy. In the morning, she would go to the hospital cafeteria to get food, and then rush home to make soup for her daughter, taking extra with her so she could heat it up at the cafeteria in the evening. She would also stay by her daughter's bedside at night, bathe her little grandson, and change his diapers.

Fortunately, my chubby little grandson is very well-behaved, rarely cries, and falls asleep after eating.

Tired but happy, Qiaoqiao's mother looked at her little grandson and felt that all the hard work was worth it.

With Liu Songming's driver, it became much easier for Qiaoqiao's mother to deliver meals.

The next day, a new mother came to Qiaoqiao's ward. She had entered the hospital in the early morning and had been crying in pain ever since. By the afternoon, she still hadn't entered the delivery room. Qiaoqiao, whose body hadn't fully recovered, was in pain along with the new mother.

Only after having a child do you realize the love and care your parents have for you. Every single minute feels like walking on the edge of hell.

The mother was in labor until evening before she was finally admitted to the delivery room. Soon after, a baby boy was added to the small ward. His loud cries woke up Qiaoqiao's son, who also started crying.

There were other babies in the delivery room, and as if they had received some kind of instruction, they all started crying. In the middle of the night, everyone was exhausted and had to comfort the babies.

Qiaoqiao's mother couldn't bear to see Qiaoqiao being coaxed and allowed to rest, so she carried the child herself, walking around while gently patting her.

There are six pregnant women in the maternity ward. On weekdays, everyone looks at each other's babies and gets to know each other within a day.

Qiaoqiao's mother, holding her little grandson, went to see the crying newborn and her eyes lit up: "Hey, this child has a red birthmark between his eyebrows, he's really handsome."

Other family members of the mothers also went to see, and the more the baby cried, the more obvious the birthmark between the eyebrows became.

"If it's a girl, that's incredible; she has the face of an empress," someone commented.

"Seriously, I've never seen such a handsome boy. He's got feminine features; he's a lucky man."

As they were talking, the baby's grandmother came in with a smile: "My little grandson is such a lucky one."

"Where's the mother? Hasn't she left the delivery room yet?"

"The baby took too long to give birth, and my genitals are torn; I'm still getting stitches."

"Son, when you grow up, you have to be kind to your mother. Giving birth to you wasn't easy; she was in pain all day."

Qiaoqiao didn't sleep well that night. One minute the baby with the birthmark between his eyebrows was crying, and the next minute her own son wanted to be breastfed. It was a multi-person ward, and the noise lasted until dawn.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, I'm back."

Half-awake, Qiaoqiao heard a familiar voice. She opened her eyes and saw Wenhui. Wenhui was back.

"Why did you come back so early in the morning?" Qiaoqiao asked with heartache, tears streaming down her face.

Zhou Wenhui hugged Qiaoqiao tightly: "I'm sorry, Qiaoqiao, you've worked so hard."

Qiaoqiao buried her head in Zhou Wenhui's arms, feeling wronged, and choked up, unable to speak.

After a while, Qiaoqiao's mother, who was getting breakfast, saw Zhou Wenhui and said happily, "Wenhui, you're back! It's good to be back. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? What would you like to eat? I'll go to the cafeteria to buy it."

Qiaoqiao's breakfast consists of millet porridge, steamed buns, and boiled eggs.

"Mom, thank you for your hard work. I won't eat. You go home and rest. I'll take care of Qiaoqiao." Zhou Wenhui looked at his mother-in-law gratefully.

"What's so tiring about it? It's your daughter's birth, isn't that what a mother should do? Go back and rest this morning, come back at noon."

Zhou Wenhui looked very haggard; he must have not slept all night.

"I'm not tired, Mom. Yu Fu is cooking at home. You go back and rest for a day. Let Yu Fu bring you the food."

"I can't stay at home. I need to keep an eye on my grandson all the time to feel at ease."

Qiaoqiao's mother smiled broadly, and Zhou Wenhui suddenly remembered that there was another son in the crib. The tiny little guy, with chubby cheeks, was sleeping soundly, smacking his lips.

"Qiaoqiao, is he my son?" Zhou Wenhui asked incredulously.

"You idiot, if he's not your son, did you pick him up off the street?" Qiaoqiao said with a laugh.

"I have a son. I, Zhou Wenhui, have a son."

Zhou Wenhui carefully touched his son's face; it was tender, soft, and felt so comfortable.

"He doesn't have a name yet. We're waiting for you, his father, to name him." Qiaoqiao looked at her son with tender eyes.

"Xiaowei, Zhou Xiaowei. I don't expect him to achieve great things, just some small successes will do." Zhou Wenhui had already thought of the name.

"Xiaowei, that's great. Your dad is so educated."

After a series of changes in our family, all we hope for in our children is that they are healthy and safe. Let the other children do the big things.

"Oh my, my baby has a name now, Xiaowei, Weiwei, it sounds so nice."

Qiaoqiao's mother thinks anything that belongs to her own grandson is good.

Qiaoqiao's mother couldn't persuade Zhou Wenhui to stay, so she went back to cook. Zhou Wenhui clumsily took care of the mother and daughter, but luckily he had a prosthetic leg, so he could move around easily.

Qiaoqiao had a natural birth and was discharged from the hospital after three days of observation.

When Qiaoqiao was discharged from the hospital, she glanced at the baby with a birthmark between his eyebrows in the next bed. He was not being breastfed; his grandmother was feeding him with a bottle.

The baby's mother lay weakly in bed, receiving an IV drip. Qiaoqiao glanced at her; the pregnant woman's name was Li Hongxia.

Giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell; it's really not easy.

Liu Songming sent a car to pick up Qiaoqiao from the hospital. Yu Fu and Qiaoqiao's mother prepared a large table of dishes at home to welcome Zhou Xiaowei home.

Qiaoqiao was able to rest peacefully in bed during her postpartum period, with all her food and drinks delivered to her bedside.

In the living room, Zhou Wenhui and Liu Songming, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, were drinking.

"Wenhui, I'm so happy for you! You can actually walk now. If the teachers saw you, they would be so happy."

"My dad will see it. I heard you were injured too, are you fully recovered?" Zhou Wenhui asked with concern.

"I wish I had died on the battlefield. The division commander pushed me, and that bullet went into his chest. I was blown to pieces, but it was all superficial wounds," Liu Songming said sadly.

"If Dad knew you said that, he would be sad. You joined the army with Dad, and in his heart, you are also his son."

"I should have protected him, but instead, he protected me. When I crawled to the division commander, he said, 'Wenhui is in your care,' and then he fainted. Wenhui, the division commander is worried about you." Liu Songming drank a glass of baijiu.

"I'm fine. Look, I can move around freely now, and I have a son. Qiaoqiao is very good to me too. The moment I went to Beijing to see my father, I grew up. I was such a jerk before." Zhou Wenhui also drank a glass of wine.

When he has his parents' protection, no matter how old he is, he is still a child.

Now that his father has fallen ill, he must grow up and shoulder the responsibilities of the family.

"The military dependents' compound will become the armed forces department's compound in the future. I'm in charge here. Wenhui, you can stay here as long as you want. No one will kick you out."

"Thank you, but we still have to move. Once Qiaoqiao has recovered a bit, we'll move to the newspaper's staff quarters. What are we doing living here without any status?" Zhou Wenhui smiled.

"This is the division commander's house. As his son, it's only natural for you to live here. Don't move out," Liu Songming said firmly.

"Although Dad still retains the rank of division commander, it's practically a title without real power. There are many people in his unit who have complaints, saying that we're clinging on and refusing to leave, and that Dad was a meritorious officer, but he went abroad for treatment and spent a lot of money, so the unit has done its due. The newspaper is my unit, and I should return to my post."

"Wenhui, I'm also eligible for housing. This apartment is mine. You can live here, and I'll stay in the dormitory."

Liu Songming became anxious and refused to let Zhou Wenhui move out.

"Songming, what kind of decorum is it for the Minister of the Armed Forces to live in a dormitory? Don't try to persuade me to stay, I've already made up my mind. I'm already very grateful that Qiaoqiao can finish her postpartum confinement in the compound. We must face reality and handle official business officially. I can't take up state resources."

"Then, then tell me when you move, and I'll send someone to help you." Liu Songming lowered his head and drank his wine in silence.

"Cheer up! Times are changing, and our mindset must change too. I refuse to believe that I, Zhou Wenhui, can't carve out my own niche."

"Wenhui, you've really matured."