Chapter 416 Mr. Fu’s Second Weibo Post
When Yun Zheng struggled to wake up from the chaotic darkness, the first thing she felt was a dull pain in her abdomen.
She subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it, but found that there was an IV tube connected to her wrist and medical tape on the back of her hand.
The ward was very quiet, with only the regular "beeping" sound from the monitoring equipment.
A ray of sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a golden line on the floor.
"Zheng Zheng?" A hoarse voice came from beside her.
Yun Zheng slowly turned her head and saw Fu Linghe sitting on a chair beside the bed. He was still wearing the wrinkled shirt with the collar open, revealing a shallow scratch on his collarbone.
There is no doubt that it was left by her.
His eyes were bloodshot, and there was blue stubble on his chin. He looked haggard, but his expression brightened the moment he saw her open her eyes.
"Children..." Yun Zheng's throat was dry and painful, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito. "Where are the children?"
Fu Linghe immediately picked up the water cup on the bedside table and carefully brought the straw to her lips. "Drink some water first and talk slowly."
The warm water moistened her chapped lips. Yun Zheng eagerly grabbed Fu Linghe's wrist. "Where are the babies? Are they... okay?"
"In the neonatal intensive care unit next door, there is a dedicated medical team providing 24-hour care."
Fu Linghe gently stroked her hair. "Doctor Brown said that although they were born prematurely, their lungs are well developed. They just need to be kept in an incubator for a few days for observation."
Yun Zheng's eyelashes fluttered, tears welling in her amber eyes. "I want to see them... now."
"You just gave birth and you can't..."
"Take me there." Yun Zheng interrupted him, her voice weak but firm, "Fu Linghe, I want to see our child."
Fu Linghe looked at his wife's pale face and stubborn eyes, knowing that he couldn't persuade her.
He sighed and pressed the call button next to the bed. "At least wait for the nurse to come and check on you."
A few minutes later, the head nurse came in with two nurses to check Yun Zheng's postoperative condition.
After confirming that his vital signs were stable, the head nurse suggested, "You can go there in a wheelchair for a short time, but not for too long."
"No wheelchair." Yun Zheng shook her head and looked at Fu Linghe. "Carry me there."
Fu Linghe frowned, "Zheng Zheng..."
"Carry me," Yun Zheng repeated stubbornly, tears glistening in her eyes. "I just want to... be closer to them."
Fu Linghe exchanged glances with the head nurse, and after getting her tacit consent, he carefully lifted the quilt off Yun Zheng.
She was wearing a loose hospital gown, with a thick bandage wrapped around her abdomen, and her exposed wrists were so thin that they seemed like they would break if bent.
He bent down, put one hand through her knees, supported her back with the other, and gently picked her up as if she were a fragile treasure.
"Wait a moment." The head nurse brought a goose down blanket and wrapped Yun Zheng tightly. "The temperature in the neonatal intensive care unit is lower than this. Don't catch a cold."
Fu Linghe adjusted his posture to make sure not to touch Yun Zheng's wound, then walked towards the door.
Yun Zheng put her face against his chest and could hear his strong heartbeat.
The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing.
Passing by a glass wall, Yun Zheng caught a glimpse of her own reflection.
In the reflection, her hair was disheveled, her face was as pale as paper, and her entire body seemed drained of vitality. Only the way she was held in Fu Linghe's arms revealed a hint of intimacy and dependence that was difficult to describe.
There was a "Sterile Area" sign on the door of the neonatal intensive care unit. Fu Linghe pushed the door open with his back and walked in carefully.
The indoor temperature is indeed much lower than that in the ward, and the lighting is also dimmed more gently.
The incubators were lined up in the middle of the room, and only the two innermost ones contained tiny lives.
Dr. Brown was checking the monitoring data. When he saw them come in, he walked over with a smile. "Miss Yun is in good shape. You can get out of bed so soon."
"She insisted on coming to see the child." Fu Linghe explained helplessly, holding Yun Zheng and walking towards the two incubators.
Yun Zheng's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her fingers tightly clenched Fu Linghe's collar.
Through the transparent cover of the incubator, she saw her child clearly for the first time.
Two little, red creatures, with thin monitoring wires attached to their bodies, slept quietly in a constant temperature environment.
In the incubator on the left is the brother, who is slightly older than his sister. He has a round face and a high nose bridge, and looks very much like Fu Linghe.
He would occasionally frown, and his little hands would unconsciously grasp in the air, as if he was trying to protect something even in his dreams.
The sister on the right is more petite, with a light pink skin, long eyelashes that cast tiny shadows under the light, and her little mouth makes sucking movements from time to time.
"They..." Yun Zheng's voice choked, "So small..."
Dr. Brown walked over to the incubator and pointed to the monitoring data. "Although they were born three weeks premature, both babies are developing well. The brother weighs 3.5 kg and the sister weighs 3.2 kg, both within normal ranges. Their breathing, heart rate, and body temperature are all stable. They will be able to leave the incubator in a few days."
Fu Linghe felt Yun Zheng in his arms trembling slightly. He looked down and found that she was crying silently. Tears slid down her cheeks and wet the front of his shirt.
He tightened his arms to let her lean more comfortably. "Don't cry, Zhengzheng. The doctor said they are healthy."
"I know..." Yun Zheng sobbed, "I just...can't help but think of them when they were in my belly...so lively, but now..."
"Miss Yun, this is a normal maternal reaction," Dr. Brown explained gently. "Premature babies do appear very fragile in their incubators, but look at their various indicators."
He pointed to the monitor. "The blood oxygen saturation is 98%, and the heart rate is 136 beats per minute, which fully meets the standards for a healthy newborn."
Fu Linghe held Yun Zheng closer to the incubator so that she could see the children more clearly.
The younger sister seemed to sense the approach of her parents. She turned her little face towards them and opened her eyes slightly, revealing amber pupils exactly the same as Yun Zheng's.
"She looked at me!" Yun Zheng whispered excitedly, her fingers lightly tracing her daughter's outline through the incubator's glass. "Her eyes are the same as mine."
Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a low voice, "Yeah, as beautiful as you."
The older brother also moved at this time, waving his little fists, as if to protest that his parents only paid attention to his younger sister.
Yun Zheng burst into laughter, "My temper is just like yours. I won't tolerate any loss."
Fu Linghe bent down and kissed Yun Zheng's forehead, then turned to Dr. Brown and asked, "When can they drink breast milk?"
Ever since she became pregnant with her two babies, Yun Zheng has always emphasized that she wants to breastfeed her own children.
Fu Linghe really couldn't persuade her, so he could only let her do what she wanted.
"We can start trying tomorrow," the doctor replied. "The nurses will store Madam's colostrum, and we'll feed it to them using a special bottle. Once they develop the sucking reflex, they can breastfeed directly."
Yun Zheng's eyes never left the two children, as if she wanted to see clearly the longing she had felt through her belly for the past few months.
Yun Zheng suddenly remembered something and asked worriedly, "Will premature birth affect their development? I heard premature babies are more likely to have lung problems..."
Dr. Brown immediately reassured her, "37 weeks is close to full term, and twins are often born prematurely. We've done a comprehensive checkup, and both babies' lungs are developing normally. They just need a little time to adjust to the outside environment."
He paused. "In fact, they are healthier than many full-term singleton babies, thanks to your meticulous care during pregnancy."
Yun Zheng finally relaxed a little, but her eyes were still reluctant to leave the incubator.
Fu Linghe felt her body getting heavier and heavier, knowing that she was beginning to lose strength. "We should go back. You need to rest."
"Wait five more minutes..." Yun Zheng pleaded, her fingers pressed against the glass of the incubator, as if she could touch the children that way.
Fu Linghe looked at her pale face with concern. "You just gave birth to two babies, so you can't be too tired. The children will be here all the time. Come see them when you have recovered some strength."
Yun Zheng looked at the two children reluctantly and finally nodded.
Fu Linghe adjusted the blanket wrapped around her, thanked Dr. Brown, and turned to leave the ICU.
At this moment, the monitor suddenly issued a "beeping" alarm sound.
Yun Zheng suddenly grabbed Fu Linghe's arm, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Dr. Brown quickly checked the monitor screen and said with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, it's just that the monitoring lead has come loose."
He deftly adjusted the electrodes on the baby's chest. "Look, everything's fine."
Yun Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her face became even paler than before.
Fu Linghe didn't delay any longer and quickly walked out of the ICU carrying her.
On the way back to the ward, Yun Zheng remained silent until she was put back on the bed. Then she whispered, "They are so small... so fragile..."
Fu Linghe pulled a chair over and sat beside the bed, holding her hand. "But they are strong, just like their mother."
He gently wiped the tears from her eyes. "You heard it, the doctors say they're healthy. The most important thing now is that you rest well and recover quickly so you can take care of them."
Yun Zheng nodded. Fatigue finally overcame her willpower and her eyelids began to twitch.
Fu Linghe leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep. I'll stay here with you. When you wake up, I'll take you to see them."
"You should rest too." Yun Zheng said drowsily, her fingers weakly hooked around his, "You look... so tired..."
Fu Linghe didn't answer, but just patted her hands gently until her breathing became even and long.
After confirming that she was asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.
After Fu Linghe confirmed that Yun Zheng was asleep, he tiptoed out of the ward.
The family rest area at the end of the corridor was empty. He leaned against the French window and took out his phone to look at the photos he had just taken secretly.
Yun Zheng’s sleeping face and the slightly red faces of the two little kids in the incubator.
His thumb gently stroked the screen, as if he could touch those warm moments through the cold glass.
The latest photo in his cell phone album made his lips curl up unconsciously: his sister's little feet stretched out from the nursing window of the incubator, with five pearly toes curled up and a few cute wrinkles on the instep.
This was a photo he took when the nurse was doing the examination. Yun Zheng was resting with her eyes closed and didn't notice it.
Post a Weibo.
This thought suddenly came to my mind.
He hasn't posted anything on Weibo since the last official announcement.
Fu Linghe opened the editing interface and paused with his fingers on the keyboard for a few seconds.
In the end, he chose four photos: Yun Zheng's silhouette wrapped in a goose down blanket (only scattered hair visible), a close-up of two intertwined baby hands (the word "Fu" is faintly visible on the wristband), his sister's tiny feet, and the blurry reflections of the three of them in the incubator's glass. The accompanying caption was a simple few words:
"Safe. 3.5kg & 3.2kg."
After clicking send, Fu Linghe turned his phone to silent mode, put it back in his pocket, and went back to accompany Yun Zheng.
The first to discover this Weibo post was the public relations department of Fu Group.
The assistant on duty was drinking coffee when he saw the special attention reminder and almost sprayed the liquid on the screen.
With trembling hands, she clicked on the large picture to confirm, then immediately called the director, "Boss! Mr. Fu...he sent a photo of the baby!"
This Weibo post was like a nuclear bomb dropped into a lake, with over 10 million reposts within 20 minutes.
The top five hot searches were instantly dominated by related terms:
#Fu Linghe reports safety#
#Fu family twins are born#
#3.5kg3.2kg#
#YunzhengProduction#
#The most expensive little hands and feet#
Fashion blogger "Sister Ada" stared at the edge of the goose down blanket, which was barely visible through Yun Zheng's hair. "This is a limited edition from Hermès this year! There are only three in the world!"
She quickly took a screenshot, circled the dark pattern on the corner of the blanket, and posted it to her fan group, "My list of must-have luxury goods for new mothers has been updated!"
At this time in the ward, Fu Linghe was gently wiping the sweat from Yun Zheng's forehead with a wet wipe.
Her phone vibrated wildly on the bedside table, the screen lighting up and going off repeatedly.
Fu Linghe frowned and picked it up, only to find that the lock screen was already flooded with Weibo messages:
"Mrs. Fu, you didn't tell me you were giving birth!!"
"The pictures are so cute."
"Please show me your face."
Only then did he realize the power of his Weibo post and quickly turned his phone to silent mode.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Yun Zheng's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Fu Linghe stuffed the phone under the pillow. "You continue to sleep."
Yun Zheng narrowed her eyes. Fu Linghe was too familiar with this expression. Every time he tried to hide something, he would be scrutinized like this.
Sure enough, she reached out to the pillow weakly but accurately. "Give it to me."
When Yun Zheng saw the 99+ Weibo reminder on the lock screen, she raised an eyebrow and looked at Fu Linghe, "What did you do?"
Fu Linghe rarely showed a guilty expression. He touched his nose and said, "I just... posted a Weibo."
When Yun Zheng opened Weibo, the client was stuck on the startup interface.
When she finally found the content, the bright "explosive" word on the hot search list made her gasp, "You... this..."
"I didn't show your face," Fu Linghe explained hastily. "I only showed your hands and feet, and your hair."
His voice trailed off noticeably as he added the last sentence.
Yun Zheng enlarged the photo and checked it carefully, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the baby's face was not exposed.
But when she saw the comments section, she couldn't help laughing. The top comment was an analysis by a well-known mother and baby blogger:
"Judging from the length of his fingers, I predict his future height will definitely be over 185cm! He's inherited his mom's foot shape, so he'll look great in high heels."
Scrolling down is even more varied:
"I could lick these feet for ten thousand years!"
"Mr. Fu's photography skills are undoubtedly straight men, what a waste of my goddess genes!"
"Can I get a link to the blanket? The same style for postpartum women!"
Yun Zheng returned the phone to Fu Linghe without getting angry. "Mr. Fu's photography skills have improved."
"The main reason is that my wife and baby are good-looking and cooperative, so any photo we take can turn out well." Fu Linghe said with a smile.
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