That day, DouDou was checking the accounts in the front hall and found that the accounts for a few days did not match, and the amount of money on the books was more than the cash in the counter.

She told An Rong about it, and An Rong guessed that Huang Rong had embezzled the money. She reminded her that Huang Rong was not a local and that she was likely saving money secretly so that she could secretly go back home one day when she had enough for her travel expenses.

An Rong's words were somewhat unrealistic. Huang Rong had said that she had no relatives in her hometown, and that she and her father came out to find her mother. Even if she saved money, it was to prepare for finding her mother.

She said they wouldn't restrict her freedom. They had spent twenty taels to help her back then. She worked in a tavern and earned at least one or two taels of silver a month. She would pay it off after working for twenty months.

She had said all of this to Huang Rong. She was a straightforward person who was always open and honest in her actions and words, unlike the kind of person who would steal or cheat. That was why she felt comfortable entrusting her with the task of collecting money.

"Fine, I'll collect the money from now on," Yuan Doudou said helplessly.

"That won't do. You're due in a few days, you need to rest more." An Rong was worried, and besides, after Dou Dou gave birth, someone else would have to handle the money collection.

An Rong thought about it and decided that he could choose someone else, so he gave his suggestion.

Yuan Doudou disagreed, as it would make Huang Rong overthink and think that Huang Rong didn't trust her.

"Perhaps we're overthinking it. Let Huang Rong keep the accounts and observe for a few more days." It's also possible she made a mistake.

Sure enough, two days later, Huang Rong took the initiative to find Dou Dou and admitted that she had made a mistake in recording the accounts. She had clearly received fifty-five coins but wrote sixty-five coins instead. It was her carelessness.

There were also instances where 85 was written as 75, resulting in the actual amount being more than the amount recorded in the accounts.

It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Yuan Doudou told An Rong about it, and An Rong was embarrassed. He admitted that he had been petty and that he was glad he hadn't impulsively confronted Huang Rong, otherwise things would have become difficult to get along with.

In early spring, when the weather was still chilly, Yuan Doudou gave birth to a healthy baby girl weighing a full seven pounds and eight ounces.

Midwife Sister Wang held the chubby baby girl, her face beaming with joy.

She was the longest-serving midwife in the area, and she had delivered hundreds of babies. DouDou's baby was the most beautiful.

Other people's babies are all sticky and dirty, and wrinkled from being soaked in amniotic fluid, but DouDou's daughter is clean and white with rosy skin, and you can tell at a glance that she will be very fair-skinned in the future.

Midwives are experienced; they know that if a baby is born red, it will turn white later.

Not only was she clean, but the girl was also exceptionally beautiful. She had thick, black hair, delicate yet well-defined eyebrows, long eyelashes even though her eyes were not open, a small nose with a visible bridge, and small lips.

In short, it's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

Yuan Doudou was captivated by the baby's adorable appearance during her first childbirth, and the pain of childbirth vanished the moment she saw her.

It was all worth it.

An Rong waited anxiously outside. It wasn't until Sister Wang called him that he could come in that he realized his legs were shaking as he walked. Lu Xi followed beside him, afraid that he would fall. Anji also whispered a reminder to Daddy to walk slowly.

"The child looks like you." These were the first words Yuan Doudou said to him, and she joked with a smile.

An Rong's eyes reddened. He saw Dou Dou's excessively pale face and knew that her childbirth was difficult. He wasn't there when she gave birth to An Ji, so he couldn't understand Dou Dou's pain at all. This time, he stayed outside the whole time, and even when he needed to urinate, he didn't go to the toilet, afraid of missing a single moment.

"DouDou, you've worked hard," he said sincerely.

Yuan Doudou paused for a second, then smiled and said, "If it weren't for hard work, I wouldn't have such a lovely daughter."

An Rong's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word "daughter." It was the daughter he had always dreamed of.

God knows, when he heard the baby cry out that it was a girl from inside, he was so excited he almost jumped up.

He carefully took the baby from Sister Wang's hands. She was so small and soft. He didn't dare to use force, afraid of hurting her.

“Our daughter is so beautiful, she looks exactly like you,” An Rong exclaimed with delight.

Yuan Doudou blushed, never expecting that a straight man could compliment someone.

Sister Wang couldn't stand it anymore. These two were practically an old married couple, why were they still so lovey-dovey?

"I think this child looks like both of you." Both of you are exceptionally good-looking; it would be difficult for your child not to be good-looking.

Anrong gave Wang Jie a congratulatory gift and a jar of fine wine. Wang Jie was delighted and gave her some special advice on postpartum care before leaving happily.

Inside the bedroom, the baby lay beside Dou Dou, while Anji and Huang Rong crowded around, gazing longingly at her, unable to get enough of her.

Lu Xi stood a little further away; as a man, it wasn't appropriate for him to get too close.

"Lu Xi, come and see your little niece." Dou Dou waved with a smile.

Lu Xi hesitated for a moment, wanting to say that he could see it, but Huang Rong suddenly pulled him away, saying, "You're so far away, what can you see?"

Upon closer inspection, Lu Xi's heart melted. My goodness, the baby is so beautiful!

This is clearly a beautifully crafted doll, even more beautiful than those in New Year's paintings.

"Sister DouDou, what name are you going to give her?" Huang Rong asked first.

Yuan Doudou was also in a dilemma. Yes, what kind of name could be worthy of her precious daughter?

Before giving birth, she had thought of a few names: Wanru, Jinxian, and Yurou.

Now it seems they're not good enough for her.

"I haven't thought of one yet, Rongrong. Why don't you think of a name?" Rongrong is quick-witted; she might be able to come up with a nice-sounding name.

Huang Rong thought carefully, "I think she looks very sweet, with a rosy face like a candied hawthorn, so why not call her Tangtang (Candy)?"

"This is good, it can be used as a nickname." As for the formal name, let An Rong give some advice.

Huang Rong was surprised that Dou Dou Jie actually adopted her suggestion. She happily called out to the baby, "Tang Tang, from now on you will be called Tang Tang. I am your aunt. Rong Rong, you also have an aunt named Xiao Qian."

Huang Rong had never met Ye Xiaoqian, but she had heard of her. An Rong had also sent a letter to Ye Xiaoqian, asking her to attend the baby's 12th-day celebration.

“I’m the older brother, Angie.” Angie followed suit, feeling incredibly happy to have such a beautiful little sister in the family.

Before his mother gave birth to him, he had fantasized that if he had a younger sister, he would treat her well, protect her as she grew up, and not let anyone bully her.

Her brother was her protector.

Dou Dou stroked Anji's head with satisfaction and said to his daughter, "Tangtang, your brother will protect you."

Tangtang suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Anji with a grin.

"Mother, my sister smiled!" Angie clapped her hands excitedly. "My sister opened her eyes!"

She must have wanted to be the first to see her brother's face and remember it forever.