Chapter 436 The Expectations of the Yun Family's Newcomer

Su Yue stood aside, watching the family of three.

Although Yang Yiyi was weak, she gently stroked Yun Mu's short hair. The newborn baby lay beside its mother, having stopped crying, and was smacking its little mouth, searching for something.

This scene was so heartwarming that it brought tears to my eyes.

Su Yue quietly took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and let out a long sigh of relief.

As my tense nerves relaxed, I realized that my back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Su Yue leaned against the cold tiled wall of the delivery room, her gaze falling on Yun Mu's neck, which was covered in sweat.

This man, who usually leads troops in training in the compound, is as decisive and efficient as an iron tower, but now he seems to want to curl up into a ball and bury his head in Yang Yiyi's neck.

The suppressed sobs sounded particularly jarring in the quiet delivery room.

"Alright, Commander Yun, if you keep crying, your son will think the house has been flooded."

Su Yue stepped forward, patted Yun Mu on the shoulder, and pointed to the red swaddled baby next to her, wrapped up by a nurse.

Yun Mu suddenly looked up and wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve.

He looked at the wrinkled little ball of flesh, reached out to touch it, but then withdrew his hand mid-air.

His large, calloused hands, which he used to handle guns for years, were trembling violently.

"So ugly."

After holding it in for a long time, Yun Mu finally managed to utter these two words.

Yang Yiyi weakly rolled her eyes and slapped away his cumbersome hand.

"Nonsense, what part of his face doesn't resemble yours?"

Su Yue bent down, rolled up her sleeves, and took the basin of warm water from the nurse.

She wrung out the white towel, carefully wiping away the dried blood and sweat, avoiding Yang Yiyi's wounds.

His movements were nimble, yet he controlled the force with utmost gentleness.

"Two-hour observation period; if there is no major bleeding, you can return to your ward."

While giving instructions, Su Yue pressed on Yang Yiyi's abdomen to check for uterine contractions.

Yun Mu stood to the side, at a loss, and could only wander around the delivery room door with an empty thermos, looking exactly like a donkey pulling a millstone.

Two hours later, Yang Yiyi was wheeled back to her private ward.

Su Yue took out the clean clothes she had brought from home, folded them neatly, and placed them on the bedside table.

"Yunmu, go to the canteen and get some millet porridge. Remember to poach an egg in it, but don't add salt."

After Su Yue sent Yun Mu away, the ward finally became much quieter.

She sat on the edge of the bed and tucked the blanket around Yang Yiyi.

"This time, we really had a brush with death."

A hint of lingering fear showed on Yang Yiyi's pale face as she gently hooked her fingers around the little hand that was moving around in the swaddling clothes.

"If it weren't for those needles you gave me, I really don't think I would have made it through."

Su Yue pursed her lips and took out a few White Rabbit milk candies from her pocket and placed them on the table.

"Stop being so sentimental. In the future, you should stay in the fields less during your postpartum period. Don't take advantage of your good health to do whatever you want."

The phone by the bed rang at that moment.

The private rooms at the military hospital were equipped with internal telephones, and Su Yue answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Yueyue! Has she given birth? How is Yiyi?"

Chu Jingya's voice came through the receiver, urgent and rapid.

Su Yue moved the microphone closer to Yang Yiyi's ear.

"She gave birth to a big, healthy boy weighing six pounds and eight ounces. Both mother and child are safe."

Chu Jingya breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

"Thank God, I was worried sick all night. Once I'm settled, I'll definitely come to see you."

Chu Jingya seemed to have just woken up at home, and in the background, you could vaguely hear Gu Beixiao urging her to eat breakfast.

"Bei Xiao said that Yun Mu will definitely be overjoyed this time. Has he thought of a name yet? Don't give him something like 'Defend the Country' or 'Build the Army' again."

Yang Yiyi smiled into the microphone.

"He hasn't made a decision yet; he's really worried about it right now."

Just as he hung up the phone, Yun Mu rushed in carrying an aluminum lunchbox.

He put the lunchbox on the table and approached the bedside with a troubled expression.

"Honey, I've thought of a few names for our son. Listen to them."

Yun Mu pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, covered with large characters.

"Yun Zhan, that sounds exciting. He'll definitely be a good candidate to join the army in the future."

Yang Yiyi frowned.

"With war raging every day, can't you think about peace for once?"

Yun Mu scratched his head and pointed to the next one.

"Yun Aiyi, this is a good name. It means I will cherish you for the rest of my life."

Su Yue, listening from the side, felt her teeth ache and almost spat out the water she had just drunk.

The sour smell could probably drift all the way from Hainan Island to the other side of the strait.

“Yun Mu, if your name is reported, your son will hate you to death when he grows up.”

Su Yue threw the fruit peel into the trash can and couldn't resist taking a bite.

Yun Mu squatted on the ground, looking dejected.

"Director Su, could you give me some pointers? My mind is full of the training syllabus, I'm really out of ideas."

Su Yue walked to the window and looked at the rising sun outside.

On a quiet morning on the island, the distant rumble of thunder is a sign that the rainy season is approaching.

"The child was born in the early morning, when there was a rumble of thunder in the sky. The Yun family is also a military family."

Su Yue turned her head and her gaze swept over the face of the sleeping child.

"How about Yunting? It means thunderous power, symbolizing uprightness and bravery, without sounding rustic."

Yun Mu muttered it twice.

"Yun Ting... Yun Ting. Good! That's a catchy name!"

He slapped his thigh hard, making the child in Yang Yiyi's arms whimper twice.

Yang Yiyi also read it aloud, and her previously tense face relaxed.

"Yun Ting, what a nice name. Yueyue, you are so knowledgeable."

Su Yue smiled and took out a delicate little red cloth bag from the bottom of her medical kit.

That was a longevity lock that she made herself when she had some free time recently.

The silver lock face was polished to a shine and engraved with auspicious cloud patterns for good luck and safety.

There are also two sets of little clothes that she sewed herself, with fine stitches and the softest cotton fabric.

"This is for Yunting, wishing him a long and peaceful life."

Su Yue stuffed the things into Yang Yiyi's hands.

Yang Yiyi touched the fine stitches, and her eyes began to redden again.

"Yueyue, with you building factories and conducting experiments, where do you find the time for all this?"

Su Yue avoided her gaze and walked to the washbasin stand to wash her hands.

“There’s always room if we try. Back in Haishi, you helped me out of a lot of messy things.”

Their eyes met in mid-air.

From Haishi to Hainan Island, they have long since become more than just ordinary neighbors.

That's the kind of friendship where you can entrust your back to someone in a life-or-death situation.

Yun Mu watched from the side, chuckling foolishly. He reached out to hug the child, but Yang Yiyi pushed him away in disgust.

As Su Yue watched this heartwarming scene, a soft spot in her heart felt as if something had been poked at it.

The longing that had been suppressed is now growing wildly like weeds.

Gu Beichen has been in the capital for too long.

He studied at the National Defense University, navigated the complexities of the Qin family compound, and rose through the ranks under pressure in the garrison area.

Although I received phone calls every day, the cold, electrical current couldn't compare to the warmth of his embrace.

She wanted to tell him that the laboratory had been expanded and fermentation tanks had been installed.

She also wanted to tell him that she had personally delivered a new life that day.

The tactile sensation of life pulsating at her fingertips instilled in her a deeper reverence for this era.