Chapter 207 The Grand Finale 3
The nurse smiled and handed the baby to Lu Yutian, saying, "Mrs. Lu's delivery was very quick; she didn't suffer much. Don't worry, she'll be out soon."
Looking at her grandson in her arms, Lu Yutian's heart melted. Lin Youcheng said excitedly, "Yutian, let me hold him for a while..."
The baby lay quietly in Lin Youcheng's arms, neither crying nor fussing.
Lin Youcheng is "just like Huanbao when he was little, he never cries or makes a fuss."
As soon as Lin Youcheng finished speaking, the little baby burst into tears.
Wow, what a little baby! He's so adorable.
Not long after, Lin Yihuan was sent back to her ward. Lu Xingche kissed her forehead and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "You've worked so hard, Huanbao. We'll never have any more children. Does it still hurt?"
Seeing Huanbao's pitiful state, Lu Xingche felt extremely distressed, and his eyes were red.
Lin Yihuan opened her mouth, reached out and grabbed Lu Xingche's hand, saying, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. I'm hungry and want to drink porridge, I want to drink the porridge you make."
Lu Xingche nodded and kissed her lips, saying, "Okay, Huanbao, you can eat whatever you want. I'll go make it for you right away. You can close your eyes and rest for a while."
Lu Xingche walked in a hurry, not even noticing that his leg bumped into the corner of the table.
Lin Yihuan quickly called out, "Slow down, I'm not in a hurry."
Lu Xingche went to the kitchen to cook, feeling sorry for his little girl.
His eyes were terribly red. Lu Xingche rubbed his eyes and carefully cooked porridge for the little girl.
The baby in the stroller whimpered and then fell asleep after a while.
Lin Yihuan frowned and looked at her mother, saying, "Mom, people always say that newborn babies are all wrinkled and look like little old men, but he doesn't have that."
Lu Yutian laughed helplessly and said, "You weren't wrinkled when you were little, you were very pretty."
Two months later, Lin Yihuan's body had recovered very well, and her skin was even better than before she was pregnant.
Lu Xingche looked at the baby in Lin Yihuan's arms with a resentful expression—Lu Linshen.
"Honey, you don't need to hold him all the time."
Lin Yihuan tilted her little face up and replied with a cute, blank expression, "I'm breastfeeding him..."
Lu Xingche sat down next to Lin Yihuan with his hands on his hips, took Lu Linshen from him, and clumsily fed the brat with the bottle.
He then urged, "Huanbao, go and rest for a while. I'll take care of the child. Go quickly. Oh, and remember to drink the soup I just made for you on the table."
After Lu Xingche finished feeding Lu Linshen, he handed Lu Linshen over to Zhang Ma to take care of.
Lu Xingche came to Lin Yihuan's side and reached out to pat her head. "Wife, don't overwork yourself. Zhang Ma is here at home. Don't exhaust yourself..."
Lin Yihuan hugged Lu Xingche and said in a soft, sweet voice, "No, our son is usually very well-behaved. He doesn't cry or fuss. It's not as serious as you're making it out to be."
Lu Xingche rested his head on Lin Yihuan's shoulder and said in a childish voice, "You hug him every day, tell me how long it's been since you hugged me."
Lin Yihuan smiled helplessly and said, "Why are you jealous of your son too? You're even more childish than Xiao Shen!"
Lu Xingche cupped her little face in his hands, looking aggrieved, and said, "You're mine, you're mine."
He lowered his head and kissed her luscious lips.
"Honey, my hand hurts, can you help me unbutton it?"
Lin Yihuan bit her lip and said, "No..."
"Um?"
"Not here..."
Lu Xingche raised an eyebrow, picked up Lin Yihuan, and elegantly carried her to the bedroom.
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