Grandson!

Liang Wenhua couldn't stop smiling at the thought of her chubby grandson. Not only that, she even caught up with Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing and said, "Yanjun, can you hear me?"

"What did you hear?" Ji Yanjun asked.

“It’s a boy, everyone says it’s a boy,” Liang Wenhua said happily.

Ji Yanjun looked at Wen Qing. Although Wen Qing's face was expressionless, he knew that Wen Qing was unhappy.

After returning to Nanyuan Community, Liang Wenhua left happily. Ji Yanjun brought a bowl of mung bean soup to Wen Qing and said, "Wife, are you thirsty?"

"I'm not thirsty," Wen Qing replied.

"Have some to soothe your throat."

“No, it won’t moisturize.” Wen Qing immediately refused.

Ji Yanjun looked up at Wen Qing and saw her staring down at her stomach. Her face was fair and delicate, indescribably cute, but she looked somewhat downcast, as if she had been wronged. He put down his bowl, walked over, put his arm around her, and slowly pulled her to sit on his lap. Holding her hand, he asked, "Wife, what's wrong?"

Wen Qing remained silent.

"Because my mom came to see you again?" Ji Yanjun asked, reaching out to touch Wen Qing's tender face.

With a loud "smack," Wen Qing forcefully slapped Ji Yanjun's hand.

Ji Yanjun smiled and withdrew his hand, then grasped her slender hand again and said, "Little girl, you have quite a temper."

Wen Qing rolled her eyes at him.

He smiled, cupped Wen Qing's face, and gave her a quick kiss: "Wife."

"Get out!" Wen Qing said angrily, trying to get up.

Ji Yanjun hugged her and kissed her again, until she was completely subdued by the kisses. Then he lay on Wen Qing's stomach and said, "Daughter, did you make Mommy angry because you were naughty?"

Wen Qing snorted, then looked down and saw Ji Yanjun calling the baby in her belly "daughter" with a doting expression. Her earlier displeasure eased slightly, and she asked, "If it's a girl, would you still like her?"

Ji Yanjun sat up straight and hugged Wen Qing: "I like it, I like it very much. I like anything that Qingqing gave birth to."

"You don't discriminate against girls?" Wen Qing asked.

"Won't."

“But your mother will,” Wen Qing said. “She’s always calling her grandsons and granddaughters. What if it’s a girl? If she’s still calling her grandsons and granddaughters all the time, what a huge shadow that would cast on her daughter.”

“We don’t go home often, so we don’t let her interfere. I love my daughter,” Ji Yanjun said.

"What if I only have one daughter and no sons?" Wen Qing asked. "What if you only have one daughter?"

Ji Yanjun put his arm around Wen Qing, stroked her cheek, and said with deep affection, "Qingqing, don't you understand? No matter if it's a boy or a girl, you are the most important person to me in this life."

You are the most important person...

Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun, but before she could feel moved, Ji Yanjun had already turned around, brought over the mung bean soup again, and said gently, "Here, have a sip of soup."

Wen Qing was touched and put down her feelings, but the warmth and sweetness in her heart did not disappear, and she obediently opened her mouth.

Ji Yanjun fed him spoonful by spoonful, asking, "What do you want to eat later?"

“Chicken,” Wen Qing replied.

“Okay,” Ji Yanjun said.

"Add some chili peppers," Wen Qing said.

"no."

"A little bit."

"Just a little bit."

"Hmm." Wen Qing nodded, then immediately cried out "Ouch!" Before Wen Qing could speak, Ji Yanjun quickly put down his bowl and spoon to massage Wen Qing's legs: "Are you feeling better?"

After pressing for a while, Wen Qing finally said, "It's done."

Ji Yanjun then let go of her, and told Wen Qing to sit on the sofa and watch TV while he went to cook.

Wen Qing held a book in her hand, occasionally glancing at the TV, but not actually watching it. After a while, she asked, "Yanjun, Mom should have arrived in the county town by now, right?"

"We should be here by now," Ji Yanjun replied from the kitchen.

Liang Wenhua did indeed arrive in the county town.

As soon as they got home, Ji Yousheng and Wen Qing realized that Wen Qing was definitely pregnant with a boy. Judging from the shape of Wen Qing's belly and her pregnancy appearance, it was definitely a boy.

Ji Yousheng flipped through the old newspapers, ignoring her.

Because of Li Chuanli's heartbreak, Ji Ningzhi changed a lot. After attending a vocational college for half a year, without Zhang Fangfang stirring things up in her ear, she had the opportunity to think independently and became much more mature and sensible. Although she still didn't like Wen Qing very much, at least she wouldn't be confrontational anymore. At this moment, she said, "Mom, don't be sexist. My brother and Wen Qing are still young. It's not a big deal if our first child is a girl."

"What do you know!" Liang Wenhua got angry whenever Wen Qing was mentioned. She was a perfectly healthy person with hands and feet, but she didn't do any work and kept calling her son every day.

The last time Liang Wenhua went to Nanyuan Residential Area, Ji Yanjun was washing Wen Qing's hair. After washing it, he even combed and dried her hair. Looking across the entire Wangcheng County, what wife treated her husband like Wen Qing did? Liang Wenhua was furious. So what if she's pregnant? It's like everyone gets pregnant! Wen Qing is treated like royalty. And Liang Wenhua couldn't say anything; if she did, Ji Yanjun would either frown or get angry and throw a tantrum, and in his anger, he wouldn't even come home for holidays. If it weren't for her grandson, she would have scolded Wen Qing long ago.

Having a daughter? If a daughter acts like Wen Qing, wouldn't Wen Qing and her daughter then ride roughshod over the entire Ji family? Besides, granddaughters belong to other people's families, but grandsons belong to our own.

Ji Ningzhi was rendered speechless by Liang Wenhua's words.

Ji Yousheng continued flipping through the old newspapers.

Liang Wenhua went into the kitchen to get a vegetable basket, intending to go to the market to buy some eggs so that she could dye them red and give them away as gifts after her grandson was born, since Wen Qing was also about to give birth.

Although Wen Qing was about to give birth, she still went to class at Nanzhou University as usual. As she walked slowly through the campus, she attracted the attention of many people, who all expressed their regret.

"Such a beautiful girl, and she's already been married."

"When she first came to the school, people even gave her love letters, but then she said she was pregnant, shattering the hearts of those who confessed their love."

"This is the first time I've ever thought a pregnant woman could be so beautiful."

"..."

Wen Qing had gone from being ashamed to go out with her big belly to now being used to it. Because she was pregnant, her classmates took great care of her, offering her seats and pouring her water. They were incredibly considerate, which made Wen Qing deeply feel the purity and warmth of her classmates' friendship.

So, Wen Qing signed her name and donated 100,000 yuan to Nanzhou University. This not only improved the cafeteria food but also ensured the money was spent effectively, much to the delight of the university president. However, they didn't know that Wen Qing was the owner of Feng Qing. Feng Qing's beginnings in this life were different from the previous one. In the previous life, Wen Qing became famous first, then the Feng Qing brand became famous. In this life, Feng Qing became famous for its clothing, so Wen Qing could leisurely stroll around campus without anyone recognizing her.

"Wen Qing, are you going home?" Two or three girls with long braids, carrying thermos flasks and white porcelain jars, walked over and greeted Wen Qing, chatting and laughing.

"Okay, you guys are back from getting your food."

"Yeah, have you eaten?" the classmate asked.

"No."

"Oh right, your partner is coming to pick you up in a bit, isn't that right?"

"Mm," Wen Qing said with a smile to her classmate.

"Are you hungry? I heard pregnant women get hungry very easily. I have a steamed bun here, do you want some?"

Wen Qing quickly declined.

"We can't let the baby go hungry." The classmate gently stroked Wen Qing's belly and said with a smile.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "I eat a lot every day, so it won't go hungry."

"Qingqing." Ji Yanjun's voice came at this moment.

Wen Qing knew Ji Yanjun, so she said, "Wen Qing, your partner is here. We'll head back to the dorm now. See you tomorrow."

"Okay." Wen Qing smiled and waved.

The students chatted as they walked.

"Wen Qing is truly blessed."

"Yes, her husband is good-looking, capable, and quite rich."

"The most important thing is to be good to Wen Qing."

"Yes, that's great! He comes to take Wenqing to class every day. Sometimes when he's worried, he stands outside the classroom and watches over us while we're in class."

“Yes, I’ve seen it a few times. And as soon as it gets cold, he immediately runs to the school to bring Wen Qing warm clothes. He picks her up and drops her off every day without fail.”

"I'm so envious."

"Everyone has their own destiny. Just saying that Wen Qing's lover is good is because Wen Qing is not bad either. She is good-looking, good at studying, and a good person. You can't find someone like her even with a lantern."

"That makes sense. I'm so envious of them. It makes me want to get married and have kids too."

"Shameless."

"..."

The classmates walked away laughing and joking.

Ji Yanjun took the book from Wen Qing, pulled Wen Qing's hand and asked, "Are you tired?"

"It's alright," Wen Qing replied with a smile.

"You seem to be in a good mood today," Ji Yanjun said.

Wen Qing nodded, and then, as Ji Yanjun pulled her forward, she pointed to her belly and said, "When I was in class, it kicked me several times. It was really strong. Ouch, it kicked me again."

Ji Yanjun felt a strong urge to talk to Wen Qing's belly. He would often talk to Wen Qing's belly and occasionally get a response from the baby, which would be a little fist or a little foot pushing the belly into a small bulge, which was extremely cute.

When they got home, Ji Yanjun looked at Wen Qing's belly and said, "You little rascal, Mommy is in class and you're daydreaming. What are you trying to do?"

As soon as Ji Yanjun finished speaking, Wen Qing shouted, "It kicked me again!"

Then the two of them saw a small, cute curve on Wen Qing's belly, and they both laughed at the sight.

This means the little guy is healthy and strong.

In the evening, Wen Qing lay down with Ji Yanjun's arm on her back, and the two of them talked about trivial things in their lives. They found the seemingly mundane things quite interesting when they talked about them.

"I bought a small mosquito net today for our baby," Ji Yanjun said.

Wen Qing asked, "What color is it?"

"Pink."

Why buy pink?

"My daughter."

"What if I have a son?"

Ji Yanjun: "It's definitely for my daughter. The clothes, little shoes, little quilts, and little blankets I bought are all for my daughter."

Wen Qing stared at Ji Yanjun without saying a word, and after a moment said, "What if it's a son?"

Ji Yanjun: "Probably not."

Wen Qing: "..."

However, this "what if" did not stop Ji Yanjun from continuing to buy all sorts of things for his daughter until her due date.

When her due date arrived, Wen Qing became nervous, but Ji Yanjun was even more nervous. Wen Qing checked into the hospital a day early, but Ji Yanjun couldn't sleep.

The next morning, Wen Qing suddenly experienced abdominal pain, and the hospital immediately took her to the delivery room.

Ji Yanjun was left outside, waiting anxiously. Two hours had passed since she went in, and all she could hear were heart-wrenching screams, but the delivery room door never opened. Ji Yanjun felt like her heart was about to bleed from the pain.

At this moment, Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, Wen Peng, Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Ji Ningzhi all arrived.

Yao Shiling was the first to speak: "Yanjun, how is Wen Qing?"

Wen Liang and Wen Peng asked, "Where is my older sister?"

Liang Wenhua immediately asked, "Has it been born yet? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Ji Yousheng asked, "Yanjun, how is it? How long have you been inside?"

Ji Ningzhi remained silent.

Ji Yanjun's palms were sweating nervously, and his face was slightly pale. Ever since he was reborn, he had been worried sick about anything involving Wen Qing, no matter how small.

Wen Qing herself knew that she couldn't let Ji Yanjun worry, nor could she move him too much, because Ji Yanjun would shed tears for her...

At this moment, Ji Yanjun said in a tense voice, "It's been more than two hours, more than two hours since he went in." His heart was focused on Wen Qing, and he didn't even entertain Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Yao Shiling.

"So it hasn't been born yet," Liang Wenhua said, and then the Ji family sat down on the chairs in the corridor to wait.

Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng stood waiting with worried expressions.

Ji Yanjun was restless, his hands clenching and unclenching, unsure of what to do.

The hospital corridor had a chilly, noisy atmosphere that made people uneasy.

Yao Shiling was extremely worried about Wen Qing. Seeing Ji Yanjun pacing back and forth with a worried look, she couldn't help but say, "Yanjun, don't worry too much. First pregnancies are always like this, they are more difficult to give birth to."

“Yeah, Yanjun, relax a bit,” Ji Yousheng chimed in.

Ji Yanjun still didn't relax. He desperately wanted to rush in and see how Wen Qing was doing, but he couldn't do anything rash. He could only wait, but he couldn't wait any longer. Cries of pain came from the delivery room, and his heart felt like it was being crushed. How could childbirth be so painful?

Ji Yanjun clenched his fists, suddenly remembering the grievances Wen Qing had suffered for him, and now she was enduring pain to give birth to his child. He felt so sad. He was worried that he would suffocate if he heard Wen Qing's cries for even a second longer. He suddenly walked to the front of the delivery room, wanting to push the door open, but then he felt that pushing the door open would hurt Wen Qing. Just as he was wondering what to do, a loud and clear cry suddenly came out.

"She's given birth!" Liang Wenhua was the first to stand up.

"It's born!" Ji Yousheng and Ji Ningzhi immediately stood up.

"Wen Qing!"

"sister."

"Big sister."

Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng walked towards the entrance of the delivery room.

Ji Yanjun was stunned for a full five seconds when he heard the child crying before he realized that Wen Qingsheng had been born.

A moment later, the delivery room door opened, and a doctor said, "Mother and baby are safe and sound. You can come and see them."

Before the doctor could finish speaking, Ji Yanjun rushed into the delivery room: "Qingqing."

Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng followed them inside.

Liang Wenhua excitedly stopped the doctor and asked, "Doctor, is it a boy or a girl?"

Ji Ningzhi chimed in, "Mom, they've already said that both mother and child are safe, which means it's a son."

"A son?" Liang Wenhua asked in disbelief, "Doctor, is it really a boy?"

"It's a boy," the doctor said expressionlessly.

Liang Wenhua happily pulled a handful of candies from her pocket and stuffed them into the doctor's white gown: "Doctor, thank you so much for your hard work." Liang Wenhua was more polite and courteous than ever before. She had prepared a lot of candies with her, just waiting for Wen Qing to give birth to a son so she could give them to everyone she met, so that everyone could have a happy occasion.

The doctor couldn't refuse, so he had to let it go and then left the delivery room.

In the delivery room, Ji Yanjun held Wen Qing's hand and kissed it repeatedly: "Qingqing, you've worked so hard, you've worked so hard."

Wen Qing was indeed tired, but she forced herself to stay awake and check on her son before going to sleep.

The nurse brought the wrapped-up baby to Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun: "Look, your precious son."

Wen Qing and Ji Yan both turned to look at him. He was a wrinkled, red thing. Although he was an independent individual, for some reason, the two of them felt as if they had known him for lifetimes just by looking at him.

"Hengheng?" Wen Qing asked.

Ji Yanjun nodded: "Yes, Ji Heng."

Wen Qing smiled. In her previous life, her unborn child was also named Ji Heng. She wondered if it was him, but it should be. At this moment, Wen Qing was too tired to think about it and slowly drifted into a sweet dream.

In my dream, there was an adorable little dumpling, chubby and white with long eyelashes, chasing after me and calling, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, I'm here!"

She stretched out her arms, and the little dumpling rushed over, hugging her neck and giggling. Then, in a childish voice, she asked, "Mommy, Mommy, why don't you want me anymore?"

Wen Qing looked at her and asked, "Hengheng, is that you?"

“It’s me, it’s Hengheng,” the little dumpling said.

"Hengheng, Hengheng".

"Mommy, Mommy," the little dumpling called out in a clear voice.

"It really is you." Wen Qing's eyes welled up with tears.

"Wen Qing, Wen Qing." Yao Shiling saw Wen Qing sleeping soundly but suddenly bursting into tears, so she quickly woke her up.

Wen Qing opened her eyes and saw Yao Shiling.

"Wen Qing, why did you suddenly start crying when you were sleeping so well?" Yao Shiling asked, stepping forward to brush the stray hairs from her forehead. "A woman in her postpartum period shouldn't cry, otherwise her eyesight will suffer when she gets old. Please stop crying." Yao Shiling reached out and wiped away Wen Qing's tears. "Don't cry."

"Yes, Mom, I just had a dream," Wen Qing said.

What did you dream about?

"I dreamt that Hengheng could walk," Wen Qing said. Actually, she dreamt that Hengheng was the same Hengheng from her previous life.

"This is not worth crying over. Don't cry, it's bad for your eyes." Yao Shiling wiped away Wen Qing's tears.

Wen Qing obediently replied, "Mmm."

Wen Qing turned her head and saw little Ji Heng, his face all red and wrinkled, sleeping beside her head. He looked really ugly. Wen Qing couldn't help but say, "Mom, isn't he ugly?"

"Nonsense, all babies are born like this. The redness will fade in a few days and they'll look nicer."

Wen Qing smiled and wanted to reach out and touch Ji Heng's rosy little face, but she was too tired. She slowly turned her head to look at the delivery room. This delivery room was not the one where she had given birth. It was obviously much cleaner and brighter. However, there was no one else in the room except Yao Shiling.

Before Wen Qing could ask, Yao Shiling said, "Yanjun went to make you chicken soup and cook porridge."

Wen Qing smiled.

Yao Shiling added, "There are still cows to look after at home, and Wenliang and Wenpeng need to go to school, so I sent them back to the village first. Your parents-in-law went back to the county town to distribute red eggs to announce the good news."

"Red eggs?" Wen Qing asked.

“Yes, your in-laws are very happy, but your mother-in-law is a little embarrassed,” Yao Shiling said.

Wen Qing looked at Yao Shiling with a puzzled expression.

Yao Shiling explained, "Even with a big, healthy grandson, no one is as happy as your mother-in-law. She's been all smiles. But I don't know why, just now when you were asleep, everyone else was holding Hengheng, but your mother-in-law was the only one holding him. Hengheng cries, he cries as soon as she holds him, and she can't soothe him no matter what she does. Your father-in-law doesn't want him to get fat, but she doesn't want to let go. She was scolded by your father-in-law a few times but didn't dare to talk back. She's thinking of waiting until Hengheng is a little older before holding him."

Wen Qing laughed, but who knows if she'd cry even louder next time.

"Speaking of which, this little guy has a really loud voice. Even his crying is louder than his own. He's got a lot of energy," Yao Shiling said with a smile. She was overjoyed to have this chubby grandson. Seeing that Wen Qing looked exhausted, Yao Shiling didn't say anything more and told her to rest well. She would stay by her side and watch over her.

A short while later, Ji Yanjun also arrived. Upon seeing Wen Qing, he first stepped forward and kissed Wen Qing's forehead.

Yao Shiling watched with a smile. Originally, she was not optimistic about Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun's marriage, but she did not expect that after three years of marriage, Ji Yanjun would treat Wen Qing better and better every day, and the two seemed to be inseparable.

Seeing this, Yao Shiling was very pleased.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Qing finally finished her postpartum confinement.

To maintain her figure and health, she observed a 45-day postpartum confinement period. On the day she finished her confinement, Wen Qing took a thorough and comfortable shower in the bathroom; she hadn't dared to take a long shower during her confinement. Ji Yanjun was helping her at the same time. She tried to push him out several times, but he stubbornly stayed with her, and she couldn't do anything about it.

"Yanjun," Wen Qing called from inside the bathtub.

"Mmm." Ji Yanjun massaged her shoulders.

"Have you noticed how much better our son is growing up? He's so fair-skinned and chubby now, he looks like a little pig," Wen Qing said with a smile.

Ji Yanjun asked with a smile, "Is the little pig cute?"

Before Wen Qing could answer, a loud and forceful cry came from the living room, followed by Ji Yousheng saying, "Wen Hua, why are you secretly hugging him again?"

Liang Wenhua didn't know what she had done to deserve this. She had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of her chubby grandson, and she adored him. However, he wouldn't let her hold him. Whenever she tried to hold him, he would burst into tears. It was heartbreaking. She couldn't bear to say a word to her grandson because she loved him so much. She had just thought of sneaking a hug while he was asleep to satisfy her craving, but he started crying again.

At this moment, Liang Wenhua also felt like crying.