He was with her throughout the entire labor process.
When the baby was about to be born, the fetal heart rate dropped suddenly because the umbilical cord was wrapped around its neck.
Hearing from the midwife that the baby was at risk of suffocation, Sheng Qiaoqiao panicked, grabbed Fu Yanshen's arm, and tears streamed down her face.
She looked at him, her watery eyes filled with helplessness and dependence.
Fu Yanshen's heart clenched, and he leaned down to kiss her sweaty forehead. "Don't be afraid, everything will be alright. There's a team of obstetric experts on standby outside. You'll both be fine!"
His words were firm and resolute.
Sheng Qiaoqiao felt reassured.
She followed the midwife's rhythm, gritted her teeth, and used all her strength. She felt a "whoosh" and then felt a warm sensation.
"It's a boy! Congratulations!"
The midwife's joyful voice could be heard.
Then came the loud, clear cries of a baby.
Sheng Qiaoqiao felt a lump in her throat, and smiled happily as she met Fu Yanshen's deep, dark eyes.
His deep gaze seemed to draw her in completely.
Overjoyed, she cried and urged him, "Where's the boy...go and hug him for me!"
Fu Yanshen half-squatted beside the delivery bed, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead. "He made you suffer. Don't you want to hold him? Is it painful?"
At that moment, he only had eyes for her.
Natural childbirth inevitably involves an episiotomy, which is also prone to tearing. She's someone who's so afraid of pain... He only felt sorry for her.
"It doesn't hurt, I'm happy." Sheng Qiaoqiao quickly said, "Go and hug your son, he's still crying."
"Mr. Fu, Madam, our little boy weighs 7 pounds 8 ounces and is very healthy!"
"So fair and clean-cut, it's rare to see a baby born with such fair skin. Big eyes, such beautiful double eyelids."
The midwife carried the baby to their side, a genuine smile on her face.
Most newborn babies have red, wrinkled skin and vernix caseosa, but this one is exceptionally fair-skinned.
Fu Yanshen helped Sheng Qiaoqiao lift her upper body slightly, and looked at the baby who had stopped crying, and smiled with relief.
The little white dumpling clenched her fists, wanting to hold his little hand. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her index finger tightly and looked at her with his big, dark eyes.
Sheng Qiaoqiao felt a warmth in her heart, her eyes filled with affection, and silently said in her heart: Baby, welcome back.
...
After two hours of postpartum observation, Sheng Qiaoqiao was wheeled into the ward.
At that time, she fell asleep, exhausted.
Hearing his son cry, Fu Yanshen raised an eyebrow and then looked at the baby in Ouyang Jinghua's arms.
"You brat, what are you making so much noise about? You're disturbing your mother's rest."
The tone sounded quite disdainful.
This guy only has eyes for his wife.
It seems that he hasn't held the baby once since the baby was born. After returning to the ward, he didn't even glance at the baby. His attention was entirely focused on his wife!
Ouyang Jinghua didn't know whether to praise him as a good husband or be angry at him as a terrible father.
"The baby is hungry, and also feels insecure having just left the womb!"
"Come here, baby, come to Daddy's arms. Daddy's arms are the most reassuring. When your mother was little, she loved to snuggle into Daddy's arms."
Ouyang Jinghua gave her grandson to Fu Yanshen so that they could cultivate their father-son relationship.
Perhaps it was the natural, reassuring scent emanating from her father that stopped little Fu from crying.
Fu Yanshen's arms were stiff, and his little son lay on his arms, his big eyes staring at him intently.
A strange and complex emotion surged in my chest, and for a moment my throat felt muddled.
Watching this scene, Ouyang smiled with satisfaction, "Daddy's embrace is still the best. Baby loves you so much."
...
Not long after, the baby started crying again.
Seeing that his beloved wife was about to be woken up and was starting to complain about their son again, Fu Yanshen asked the nanny to take the baby out.
"Sir, the young master is hungry and needs to drink milk."
Fu Yanshen said coldly, "Take him to feed him formula."
"Sir, the first milk a baby drinks is best from the mother's colostrum, as it helps boost their immunity!" the postpartum nanny advised, drawing on her years of experience caring for babies.
Fu Yanshen raised an unpleasant brow. "We won't breastfeed. We'll feed her formula from now on."
He knew how difficult breastfeeding was for new mothers, making it impossible for them to get a full night's sleep.
He couldn't bear to see her suffer like this.
“Brother Fu, we agreed before that you would breastfeed.”
At this moment, Sheng Qiaoqiao woke up and said, "Aunt Zhou, bring the baby here, I'll try to feed him."
Fu Yanshen suddenly turned around and looked at her on the hospital bed, his brows furrowed.
Qiaoqiao the dog, she clearly said before that she would feed her formula!
Sheng Qiaoqiao winked and flirted with him, silently comforting and coaxing him.
...
Outside the ward, the entire Sheng family was present, including the arrogant and haughty Old Master Sheng. They had come to give Little Fu a red envelope as a greeting gift.
Although Fu Yanshen has always refused to acknowledge them.
Of all these people, the only one Fu Yanshen was willing to say a few words to was Sheng's eldest aunt, and that was only because of her granddaughter, Miaomiao.
The eldest aunt of the Sheng family handed him a stack of red envelopes, saying, "Yanshen, this is a small token of the Sheng family's affection and love for the child. Of course, whether you accept it or not is up to you and Qiaoqiao, the two of you."
Fu Yanshen: "I'll listen to Qiao Qiao on this matter. I'll ask her what she thinks."
He and Sheng Qiaoqiao had long since reconciled with the past, harboring no resentment or hatred towards the Sheng family, but they also had no intention of acknowledging their ancestry.
Sheng Qiaoqiao chose to generously accept their feelings and love.
In the past two days, a steady stream of people have come to give Xiao Xiao Fu red envelopes and gifts; they are all wealthy and influential figures.
...
During her postpartum period, Fu Yanshen was both a cook and a stay-at-home dad.
In order to let his wife get a full night's sleep, he saved up a lot of breast milk. When the little one was hungry at night, he would get up to warm the milk and feed him.
Dark circles were visibly appearing under his deep, European-style eyes, which made Sheng Qiaoqiao feel genuinely sorry for him.
In contrast, she was like an empress dowager during her postpartum confinement, becoming even more plump and beautiful, exuding the charm and sexiness of a young woman.
That night, after coaxing his snoring son to sleep, Fu Yanshen rushed to the bathroom.
His clean-loving wife couldn't stand not taking a bath for a few days, so she insisted on taking a shower and was waiting for him to wash her hair.
The room has a constant temperature system, so you won't catch a cold or be exposed to cold drafts, and you won't have to worry about developing any postpartum illnesses.
She needs to wash every few days.
Her hair wasn't dry yet, but Fu Yanshen noticed her sticky gaze.
The young woman in the mirror was wrapped in a nightgown with a deep V-neck, revealing a tempting cleavage. Beneath her wavy hair, her fair face was flushed.
Her eyes were half-dazed, her gaze seemingly drawing out long, ambiguous threads that tugged at his heartstrings.
The atmosphere immediately became ambiguous.
Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed, and his muscles tensed.
Thinking that she was still in her postpartum period, he composed himself and continued blowing.
But then, a young woman's shapely buttocks, nestled against his hips, rubbed against him, seemingly unintentionally.
The noise from the hairdryer suddenly stopped, and with a "smack," it was almost slammed onto the table. Sheng Qiaoqiao cried out "Ah!" as he turned her around—
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