Chapter 117 The Birth of Twins! The Iron-Blooded War God Kneels on One Knee, Tears Flowing Down His Face!
Ever since learning from his wife's online presence that she was pregnant again, Lu Zhanting has been in a state of extreme excitement and tension.
This feeling was far more overwhelming than when he first learned he was going to be a father.
That time, it was a mixture of joy and bewilderment.
This time, after experiencing life and death and witnessing the splendor of life, I truly understand how precious the peace I hold in my arms is.
In the joy is an overwhelming gratitude, a precious feeling that is held in the palm of one's hand for fear of breaking.
The day after returning to Xishan Courtyard from the space, Lu Zhanting made a decision that shocked the entire "Guardians" Academy.
He submitted a leave of absence request that would last for a year.
The new dean was a student he had personally mentored. When he saw the application, his fingers trembled, and he checked it several times.
That iron-blooded war god who spends 365 days a year, almost 370 days a year, is going to take a year off?
The reason was just one line: There was a happy occasion at home, and I needed to be with my pregnant wife.
The news spread like wildfire, initially surprising the high-ranking officials in Beijing, but then they all burst into laughter.
In all the world, only Su Wanqing could make that living Yama (a notorious figure in Chinese mythology) give up everything and become as gentle as silk.
Lu Zhanting's "escort" carries a kind of obsessive-compulsiveness unique to soldiers, characterized by absolute execution.
He treated caring for his wife as a top-level battle.
Every day before dawn, my biological clock is more punctual than a bugle call.
Instead of heading to the training field, he tiptoed silently into the kitchen.
The ancient recipes that Su Wanqing found in his spatial storage were spread out on the table, marked with various notes in red pen, as detailed as battle maps.
Su Wanqing had a poor appetite in early pregnancy, and morning sickness made her frown.
Lu Zhanting then devoted all his energy to the "development of new weapons"—making all sorts of appetizers.
The sweet and sour fruit soup is simmered with the most precise heat control.
The clear and fresh mushroom soup is made with carefully selected combinations of different types of mushrooms.
He even personally kneaded the dough and made bite-sized wontons with thin wrappers and fresh fillings, cooked only in clear broth to preserve the essence of the ingredients in the space to the greatest extent.
Su Wanqing's morning sickness subsided in just three days under his "saturation attack".
He took care of all the household chores.
His mopping posture even carried a hint of martial arts, precise and efficient.
All Su Wanqing needed to do was enjoy herself.
In the evening, he would accompany her for a walk in the yard, taking very small steps, his palm always lightly protecting her waist, forming an absolutely safe area.
At night, he would bring her a basin of diluted warm water from the spiritual spring and personally soak her feet.
Those calloused hands, capable of easily crushing an enemy's throat, were now moving with the gentlest touch on his wife's smooth ankles, as if caressing a priceless treasure.
He would press on her abdomen while pressing her ear against it, giving her a serious "pre-battle speech".
"Little one, did you make your mother feel uncomfortable today?"
"I am your father. Be good in there and absorb the nutrients well. When you come out, I will teach you boxing."
Su Wanqing couldn't help but laugh when she saw his serious expression.
Dean Lu, who was feared by countless geniuses, now looked like a foolish landlord who had just discovered that golden melons had grown in his field for the first time, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future harvest.
Lu Nian'an also keenly noticed the new changes in her home.
He knew that there was a wonderful baby hidden in his mother's belly.
He would imitate his father, pressing his little face against his mother's belly and calling out in a childish voice, "Baby, baby."
Su Wanqing stroked his head and gently told him, "Nian'an will soon have a younger brother or sister, and you will be the older brother."
Xiao Nian'an nodded as if she understood, and solemnly placed her most beloved wooden tiger carving on her mother's belly.
"For...the baby to play with."
The air around the family was filled with the scent of honey.
After three months of pregnancy, Su Wanqing had a check-up.
When her consciousness probed into her abdomen, even she was stunned.
In that warm, nurturing sea, two tiny lives, like two bean sprouts nestled close together, slept peacefully.
Two little hearts, one steady and strong, the other light and lively, weave together the most beautiful melody in the world.
They were twins.
When Su Wanqing told Lu Zhanting the news, he was in the kitchen working on a complex medicinal dish.
The word "twins" exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt.
He froze instantly, and the soup spoon in his hand clattered to the ground.
He stared blankly at Su Wanqing, his eyes completely empty, his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
A full minute passed before he seemed to be re-energized.
He rushed to Su Wanqing without hesitation, picked her up in his arms, and spun her around the living room like a madman.
"Qingqing! Two! I have two children!"
He was as excited as a young boy, hugging his wife and laughing and jumping, tears streaming down his face without warning.
It was ecstasy, excitement, and an overwhelming sense of happiness that left me speechless.
When the news reached Lu Zhenguo, the old man was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard. After hearing the guard's report, he almost dropped his Tai Chi sword.
He immediately made the decision, and the next day they moved in, ostensibly to "take care of the pregnant woman, with the veteran in charge."
Actually, she just wanted to be closer to her two unborn children.
Lu Zhanting's "tension syndrome" was immediately raised to the highest alert level after he learned that they were twins.
He began frantically preparing for the arrival of his two children.
He personally knocked down the wall of the study next door and transformed it into a huge nursery.
The crib, clothes, toys... everything was prepared in duplicate, one in light blue and one in soft pink.
He even personally carved two safety buckles using the finest warm jade in the space. The jade was warm and lustrous, and exuded a spiritual aura.
As Su Wanqing's belly grew bigger day by day, Lu Zhanting stayed by her side almost every step of the way.
He even brought all the research materials from the academy home, so that during video conferences, his wife could be seen leisurely reading in the background.
In the later stages of her pregnancy, Su Wanqing experienced swelling in both legs.
Every night, Lu Zhanting would patiently massage her for more than an hour until the swelling completely subsided and he was sweating before he would stop.
Su Wanqing looked at the dark circles under his eyes and comforted him with heartache.
Lu Zhanting simply shook his head, holding her feet in his arms, his voice low and hoarse.
"Qingqing, you have given me children, which is the greatest blessing in my life. I can never do enough for you."
"I only hate myself for not being able to do enough for you."
His voice lacked the sweetness of romantic words, but carried a deep affection heavier than a mountain and a trace of unspeakable self-reproach.
Su Wanqing said no more, simply enjoying the tenderness that came from the most powerful man in the world, a tenderness that belonged only to her.
The due date is in early summer.
That morning, Su Wanqing woke up from her sleep, feeling a regular tightening sensation in her abdomen.
She knew the children were coming.
She showed no panic, but calmly nudged Lu Zhanting beside her.
Lu Zhanting jumped up from the bed almost instantly, his voice changing tone.
"Qingqing! What's wrong? Are you about to give birth?"
"Mm." Su Wanqing nodded and reassuringly held his cold hand. "Don't be afraid, let's go into the space, it's the safest place."
"Okay, okay, let's enter the space!"
Lu Zhanting responded repeatedly, hurriedly putting on his clothes, looking as nervous as if he himself was about to step onto a battlefield where he faced certain death.
With a thought, the two instantly appeared in the wooden house in the space.
Everything is ready.
The master bedroom's large bed was covered with the cleanest and softest bedding, and warm water, towels, and medical equipment were all provided.
Su Wanqing lay in bed as the contractions began to intensify, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Lu Zhanting knelt by the bed, holding her hand tightly. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and the pain made it hard for him to breathe.
Seeing his wife's pained expression, he wished he could bear it all himself.
The iron-blooded war god who hadn't even blinked amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood now had red eyes and a sob in his voice that he himself didn't even realize was coming.
"Qingqing, push harder, I'm here, I'm with you."
He didn't know what else he could do, so he could only kiss the back of her hand again and again, using this most clumsy way to convey his strength.
Seeing his bewildered expression, Su Wanqing was amused.
She took a deep breath, regulated her breathing, and used her professional medical knowledge to guide her body's instincts.
"Zhan Ting, don't be afraid, I'm fine. Just hold my hand." Her voice was weak, but calm as ever.
Time was ticking away, each second an eternity.
Lu Zhanting's military shirt was already soaked with cold sweat. He felt as if he had gone through a battle a hundred times more arduous than the "War of Apocalypse".
Finally, after a series of intense contractions, a loud, vibrant cry broke the silence of the room.
"Wow--"
Lu Zhanting's body jolted violently.
He looked at the little guy, whose whole body was red, who was being lifted up by Su Wanqing with her spiritual power, and tears instantly streamed down his face.
"It's born...it's born!" he stammered incoherently.
However, before Su Wanqing could catch her breath, the second wave of contractions struck again.
"There's one more, Zhan Ting."
Lu Zhanting quickly wiped away his tears, held his wife's hand tightly again, and poured all his strength into her.
A dozen minutes later, another delicate cry rang out.
A son and a daughter, a perfect match.
Exhausted, Su Wanqing lay wearily on the bed, looking at the two children who had been cleaned and wrapped in soft cotton, her face filled with unparalleled satisfaction.
Lu Zhanting reached out, his movements stiff yet reverent, and embraced the two tiny lives in his arms, one in each hand.
The one on the left is the older brother, crying loudly and kicking his little legs very powerfully; he's clearly a little tyrant.
The one on the right is the younger sister, quietly opening her big, dark grape-like eyes, curiously observing this brand new world.
He looked at this and then at that, his tall, 1.9-meter frame trembling slightly as he muttered to himself.
“My…my son…my daughter…”
He lowered his head and kissed that little forehead, then that little cheek, never getting enough of kissing it.
Finally, he held the two children, knelt on one knee by the bed, and buried his head deeply in Su Wanqing's neck.
Hot tears, brimming with suppressed elation and lingering fear, soaked her clothes.
"Qingqing, thank you...you've worked so hard..."
All the words in the world can be summed up in this one sentence.
Su Wanqing reached out and gently stroked his stiff, short hair, as if comforting a child who had finally returned victorious from a battle.
"They are healthy and lovely. Our family is more complete now."
Lu Zhanting raised his head, gazed deeply at his wife, and then lowered his head to give her a kiss that was extremely tender and precious.
A moment later, Lu Zhenguo led Lu Nian'an into the space.
The little one's eyes widened with curiosity when he saw the two little dolls that suddenly appeared on the bed.
He ran to the bedside, stretched out his little finger, and gently touched his sister's cheek.
"Little sister... soft..."
He glanced at his older brother, who was waving his little fists, and announced with a serious expression.
"I'm the older brother now."
Seeing this, Lu Zhanting finally couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice.
He held a newborn in each arm, Su Wanqing leaned on his shoulder, Lu Nian'an lay on the edge of the bed, and Lu Zhenguo stood to the side, grinning from ear to ear.
Outside the window, the Linghu Lake shimmered, and cranes danced gracefully.
Golden sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the family of five in a warm and sacred glow.
The legend has come to an end.
And that happiness, which permeates our blood and flows through the years, has only just begun to play its most magnificent movement.
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