Fu Yanting was waiting outside the door and rushed in immediately after hearing Fu Kanghong's voice.
Without waiting for Grandma Wen to come over, she rushed directly to Chu Chenyin's side, "Chenyin, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Chenyin was very weak now. He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, stay alive."
The old lady brought the child to her with a smile, "Young Master, look, it's a..."
Before she finished her words, Fu Yanting frowned, held her aside with his hand, and continued to ask Chu Chenyin: "Does it still hurt now?"
The old lady froze in place holding the child, preparing to say again: "Young Master... is..."
"Chen Yin, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
Fu Yanting interrupted her and continued to ask Chu Chenyin.
The old lady insisted, "Young Master......is a......."
"Chenyin." Fu Yanting held Chu Chenyin's hand tightly and interrupted Grandma Wen again. Her eyes were red as she looked at Chu Chenyin with heartache. "I asked Qing'er's mother to cook the sweet soup you like. Let them serve it up now."
Chu Chenyin was really too tired. She closed her eyes and wanted to look at the child. "Child......"
When Granny Wen saw Chu Chenyin wanted to see the child, she quickly handed the child over and finally said, "Master, it's a little boy!"
However, Fu Yanting seemed not to hear it and quickly took the child and placed him in Chu Chenyin's arms.
Only then did they see the child's face clearly.
The two people said almost in unison: "How ugly..."
The old lady standing nearby was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Mrs. Fu came over and said with a smile, "Newborn babies are all like this, wrinkled. They will be fine after a few days of nursing."
As she spoke, she picked up the child and said with a smile, "When Yan Ting was first born, he was even uglier than this child."
Fu Yanting frowned, his face full of disbelief.
He turned around and continued to hold Chu Chenyin's hand, "Sorry, Chenyin, you look like me..."
Chu Chenyin was still weak at first, but after hearing his words, she couldn't help but almost laughed out loud, "Are you trying to say that I'm ugly because I look like you?"
Fu Yanting nodded seriously.
Chu Chenyin raised her hand slightly and gently touched his face, "Silly boy, you are not ugly. If you were ugly, where did the female fairy come from, where did the Zhang family girl come from, where did the little white flower come from..."
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