Wang Peng drove to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital and saw that Du Lei was distracted. After looking at his father and father-in-law's cars, he gave Du Lei the car keys.

"Drive back and think carefully about your relationship with Dong Shishi."

As he spoke, Wang Peng patted him on the shoulder, turned around, and walked into the ward building.

Du Lei stared at his retreating figure for a full half minute before opening the car door and getting in.

He knew that Wang Peng had grown tired of Dong Shishi, though he didn't know why, but he was certain it was true.

Du Lei stayed in the car for a long time before finally taking out his phone and calling Dong Shishi. "Shishi, where are you?"

"What's wrong?" Dong Shishi was getting her hair done at a hair salon, and the hairstylist was massaging her shoulders.

"Do you have time now? Shall we go to Du's Teahouse for a cup of tea?" Du Lei said. "I'd like to talk to you."

"I'm getting my hair done, I don't have time. Just say what you need to say over the phone." Dong Shishi frowned, her tone impatient.

Du Lei couldn't bring himself to say it. He subconsciously looked up and saw Wang Peng standing by the window upstairs, looking at him.

"Shishi, let's end this. Thank you for being with me these past four years." Du Lei mustered his courage and clenched his fist tightly.

There was silence on the phone. He could hear Dong Shishi's breathing, which was getting heavier and heavier.

After about two minutes, Dong Shishi said in a deep voice, "Okay! I hope you won't regret it!"

"Yeah, I hope you won't regret it. Goodbye." Du Lei hung up the phone directly, placed it on the passenger seat, and clenched his fists tightly.

At that moment, he felt a great sense of relief, as if a mountain had been lifted off his shoulders.

He hurriedly got out of the car and shouted loudly upstairs, "Brother Peng, I'm single again!"

The hospital was very quiet, and because of his loud voice, people immediately gathered around the window to watch.

"Go home. If you can't sleep tonight, just call me and ask me out for drinks." Wang Peng waved to him and casually drew the curtains.

In the ward, Wang Song's son, Wang Ji, was already asleep. Wang Song and Li Kefan sat in the corner chatting quietly, while Duan Cuilu was also keeping Li Mingzhu company.

"Honey, the doctor just came. We can be discharged now," Li Mingzhu said.

Wang Peng walked over and sat down next to her. "You and the child should have a full check-up."

"No need," Li Mingzhu said with a smile. "While you were away, the hospital director and the attending physician examined me and the baby, and everything is normal."

She looked at her sleeping son and smiled like an aunt: "The doctor said this little guy is very strong."

Wang Peng gently touched the child's forehead and looked at Duan Cuilu: "Mom, what should we be careful about when we get home?"

Duan Cuilu hurriedly instructed: "You must not be exposed to wind, and you cannot turn on the air conditioner or fan, or even let the wind blow on you."

Wang Peng was a little confused. It was the hottest time of summer, wouldn't he die of heat if he stayed indoors?

“Xiaopeng, if Mingzhu catches a cold and coughs now, the cough will stay with her for the rest of her life and will never be cured.”

Duan Cuilu said, "I also feel sorry for my daughter, but this is the experience summarized by our ancestors."

"Mom, is there any scientific basis for this?" Wang Peng shook his head, still not wanting his wife to endure the sweltering heat.

"Honey, that's what the doctor said too. She'll be fine after the postpartum period," Li Mingzhu said with a smile.

The postpartum period is the first month after giving birth, and it is said that postpartum illnesses are difficult to cure completely.

Duan Cuilu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have experience. I'll stay at your house and take care of Mingzhu after her postpartum period."

"Okay." Wang Peng was finally relieved and asked Li Mingzhu, "I'll go settle the hospital fees now."

"Old Li, Old Wang, stop chatting and pack your things to get ready to be discharged," Duan Cuilu said.

The two quickly stood up, and Wang Song took out his car keys and handed them to Wang Peng, saying, "Go get the car, just park it downstairs."

Wang Peng took the car keys downstairs, first went to the inpatient department to settle the medical expenses, and then drove Lao Wang's Alto downstairs.

Ten minutes later, Li Kefan was holding the baby, while Duan Cuilu was supporting Li Mingzhu, who was wrapped up tightly.

Wang Peng quickly opened the car door and helped his wife into the car, asking softly, "Mom, isn't this a bit too much?"

“It’s not an exaggeration at all,” Duan Cuilu said hurriedly. “Don’t turn on the air conditioning in the car, let’s go home quickly.”

"Honey, let's go." Li Mingzhu's face was already red, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead and the tip of her nose.

Wang Peng felt a pang of heartache and quickly started the car, speeding home.

The mother and daughter were sitting in the car, while the elderly father and father-in-law were driving another Alto.

Wang Peng drove faster and faster, and Duan Cuilu hurriedly said, "Xiao Peng, be careful."

The car finally arrived at the warm residential area. Wang Peng helped his wife, and his mother-in-law held her son. As soon as they got out of the car, they met Li Guifen.

"Wang Peng." Li Guifen looked at the baby in Duan Cuilu's arms and hurriedly asked, "Is it a son?"

"Hmph!" Duan Cuilu hurriedly carried her grandson upstairs, not wanting Li Guifen to even glance at him.

“It’s my son.” Wang Peng glanced at her and helped Li Mingzhu upstairs.

Li Guifen stood beside the car, watching them until their figures disappeared down the stairs.

Suddenly she heard a horn behind her. She turned around and saw a car parked downstairs. Wang Song and Li Kefan got out of the car.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Song walked up to Li Guifen and stared straight at her.

Li Guifen instantly became angry, hands on her hips, about to explode, but then she remembered her newborn grandson and quickly swallowed her anger.

"Wang Song, I'm doing this for my grandson today, so I won't stoop to your level."

"Hmph!" Wang Song sneered, "Someone like you doesn't deserve to do good deeds for my grandson. No need, no need, really no need."

"Old Wang, today is a joyous occasion, let's skip it." Li Kefan patted Wang Song on the shoulder, turned around and went upstairs.

Wang Song stared at Li Guifen and said, "The day after tomorrow is my wedding day, on the first floor of Xinglan Hotel. Do you have time to come to the wedding banquet?"

“Sure, I’ll bring my boyfriend along.” Li Guifen put her hands on her hips and raised her head.

"Oh?" Wang Song also became interested. "You've found a marriage partner too? Great! You must come over the day after tomorrow so I can meet your partner."

"Sorry, my boyfriend is much better looking than you." Li Guifen snorted and walked towards her apartment building with her head held high.

Wang Song watched her retreating figure, couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and whispered, "Li Guifen, if you really find a partner, your good days are over."

He hurried upstairs and tidied up the house with Li Kefan.

The bedroom window was slightly ajar, and the room was stuffy and hot.

Seeing his wife covered in sweat, Wang Peng felt a pang of heartache. "Mom, can Mingzhu take a shower and wash her hair?"

"No, you can't." Duan Cuilu hurriedly shook her head: "Just bear with it, it'll be fine after the confinement period."

Wang Peng sighed softly and gently held Li Mingzhu's hand: "Wife, you've suffered."