☆, Extra Chapter 65: Finally Achieving Perfection (Qiao's Chapter)

At first, the baby in my belly was very well-behaved, but as time went on, the baby became more and more restless.

At night, Qiao Yi was woken up by the baby's fussing, her face pale.

Song Libai turned on the light, pulled her into his arms, and gently stroked her increasingly large belly.

Qiao Yi tugged at his clothes, looking pitiful, "Honey, this naughty baby keeps bullying me."

Song Libai pressed his head against her lower abdomen, listening to the sounds inside; the little thing inside was moving around happily.

It seemed to be kicking her belly intentionally or unintentionally, trying to get her to come out sooner.

Song Libai gently touched her lower abdomen and whispered softly to the baby inside her, "Baby, be good and don't bully Mommy, okay? Daddy will feel very sorry for Mommy."

The little guy seemed to really understand what he was saying, and miraculously quieted down.

Qiao Yi looked at him with a hint of jealousy, "Does the little guy like you more?"

He reached out and pinched her puffed-up cheeks, chuckling softly, "Baby wouldn't want Mommy to be sad, so Mommy must be the one you love the most."

"That's more like it."

Song Libai gently held her in his arms and patted her back. "Sleep well, baby. Goodnight."

Ever since that night when he communicated with the little one in his belly, it seems that the baby really understands him and has stopped making a fuss and crying.

Qiao Yi has returned to her old self, enjoying every food she eats.

However, she would occasionally wake up at night to bother him, suddenly wanting to eat beef noodles. But when he made them the next day, she would suddenly lose her appetite.

She felt guilty about it, but when she bit her lower lip and looked at him pitifully, he would disregard everything.

Even being tormented by her is something I enjoy.

It was his sweet burden.

After six months, he had almost completely stopped working at the company and devoted himself to staying at home with her.

Qiao Yi teased him for being too nervous and told him to go to work at the company, but Song's mother agreed with his decision, so she could only let them go.

In the afternoon, he would always accompany her to bask in the sun and enjoy the feeling of the sunlight on her skin.

She would slowly lean against him and fall asleep, at which point he would always carry her into the house.

Such days are filled with happiness, stability, and peace.

The following April, the weather got better and better, and the sun often shone in, shining on the quilt, and everything looked vibrant and full of life.

As the due date drew closer, Qiao Yi looked at Song Libai, who seemed even more nervous than herself, and couldn't help but smile.

It's both funny and touching.

In early May, as she wished, she successfully gave birth to a baby girl in the hospital.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

Song Libai leaned down and kissed her forehead, his voice gentle, "You've worked hard, my wife. Thank you."

"Where's the baby? Let me see."

Song Libai was stunned. He was so nervous about her that he didn't even have time to look at the baby. He only heard the doctor say that the mother and daughter were safe.

Just then, the doctor came in carrying the baby, smiled at them, and said, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Song, it's a very healthy baby girl."

Song Libai reached out and took it, his fingers trembling slightly. He hugged the little guy tightly in his arms and leaned down to kiss him again and again.

"Let me see." Her voice was still a little weak.

Song Libai handed it to her, smiling gently, "What a beautiful and well-behaved baby, just like you."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Yi frowned and looked at him with a wronged expression, "Honey, did you get the wrong baby? Why is it so ugly? It doesn't look like us at all."

Song Libai was also taken aback, and the female doctor quickly stepped forward to explain, "You can't tell anything from a newborn baby. Look closely at her eyes and mouth; she's been a beauty since she was little."

Qiao Yi burst out laughing, reached out and took the baby, gently kissing her forehead and eyes.

You couldn't tell at all that she had been complaining just moments before.

Song Libai put his arm around her shoulder and saw that her eyes were slightly moist. He leaned over and kissed the corner of her eye.

"Thank you, my wife, and thank you, baby." His voice trembled slightly.

Thank you for being in his life.

Thank you all for being there for him.

"Honey, look, she seems to be smiling at me." Qiao Yi turned her head to look at him excitedly, her voice filled with undisguised happiness.

The little one still had his eyes closed, but the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, as if he were smiling.

He thought to himself, "Baby, you're very happy too, and so are Mommy and I."

"Yes, she likes her mother very much and is smiling at her. Mom, give her a name."

She thought for a moment, then lowered her head and kissed her eyes, "Song Qinggui."

Like the yellow roses she loved, it was a precious and eternal love.

Song Libai gently touched her little face with his finger, and the little one seemed to sense it and rubbed against him lightly. "Little Rose, you must grow up well."

Qiao Yi unconsciously smiled, the smile gradually deepening, her heart overflowing with happiness.

...

When the little one was less than a year old, he started to stumble and learn to walk. Sometimes he would fall down, but he would not cry or fuss. He would obediently get up by himself.

But Qiao Yi noticed that if Song Libai was present, the little guy would glance at him and then sit on the ground, crying loudly in grievance.

She often suspected that the father and daughter were hiding something from her.

When the little one was one and a half years old, Li Muli and Fu Chenyan came to our house. The two of them were in the kitchen, leaving the little one to play in the living room.

Li Muli was a little curious, so she touched her chin and teased her, "Little Rose, do you know your godmother?"

Little Rose glanced at her, pouted, and burst into tears.

Li Muli froze, turned around to look at the man behind her, and said with a wronged expression, "I didn't do anything, really."

Although Fu Chenyan didn't understand either, he still held the person in his arms and unconsciously smiled.

Hearing the crying, Song Libai came out, picked up the little one, and comforted her with a smile, "What's wrong, baby?"

The little one stopped crying instantly, staring at him with her beautiful big eyes, mumbling indistinctly, "Daddy, pretty."

Song Libai kissed her forehead. "Godmother is beautiful."

The little guy nodded, turned around to look at Li Muli in Fu Chenyan's arms, and followed suit by snuggling close to Song Libai.

Li Muli smiled at her unconsciously, and the little guy also started to smile at her silly.

"Let godmother hold him." She reached out her hands, looking expectantly at the little one in Song Libai's arms.

The little guy snuggled up to her, gave her a big kiss on the cheek, and smacked his lips contentedly.

Later she asked Qiao Yi why the little one suddenly cried.

Qiao Yi said that crying is the only way to get adults' attention. The little guy is precocious and understands everything at such a young age.

Happiness was evident in their words.

With a lover, children, and friends, life is already complete.

I have no regrets in this life, only gratitude.

—The End—