Six months later.
The capital city.
Rongzhai.
As night fell, moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, dappling every corner of the room and adding a soft, silvery-white hue to the tranquil space.
Rong Zhi came out of the study to look for Sang Yuwan.
"Wanwan..."
"I'm here?"
A gentle response came from the nursery.
Rong Zhi walked around the living room and strode over there.
The soft, warm color scheme immediately catches the eye. The walls are painted a delicate pink, like the glow of dawn or the deep night sky, full of childlike wonder and vitality.
In the center of the room sits an exquisitely designed crib, made of natural and harmless materials with rounded edges and no sharp corners. The crib railing is embroidered with delicate flower or animal patterns, making it both beautiful and safe.
A soft music box or wind chime hangs on one side of the bed, swaying gently in the breeze or when touched, emitting a pleasant melody.
The room was filled with a faint scent of lavender.
Everything was so warm and cozy.
Hearing footsteps, Sang Yuwan turned around, her eyes crinkling with a smile, "How is it?"
Rong Zhi hurriedly walked to her side, grasped her wrist, and examined her fingers.
"Didn't I tell you to leave it all to the servants?"
Sang Yuwan curled her lips slightly and smiled, "This is our baby's room, and I don't want anyone else to decorate it."
Rong Zhi said with heartache, "You can do it together when I have time."
Sang Yuwan said, "These past few days, you've been running between Beijing and Jiangcheng, how have you had time to help me with all this?"
Rong Zhi embraced her, his gaze full of affection. "Why does it sound like you're a little angry, Madam?"
Sang Yuwan raised her eyes and gently tugged at her brow. "I'm not that petty."
Rong Zhi kissed her forehead. "Madam, I'm sorry, I've been so busy these past few days. Wait..."
"Ouch!" Sang Yuwan suddenly frowned and cried out in pain.
Rong Zhi's heart tightened, and he immediately realized, "Wanwan, are you about to give birth?"
Sang Yuwan cradled her swollen belly in her hands, her expression pained, "It seems like..."
Rong Zhi immediately picked her up and comforted her as they walked, "Wanwan, we're going to the hospital right away. Don't be nervous... Minglang..."
Minglang ran over, "Second Master, Madam, what's this?"
Rong Zhi's chest heaved. "Drive to the hospital."
"Yes." Minglang hurriedly opened the back door of the car.
The contractions came in waves, one after another, crashing against Sang Yuwan. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.
She gripped Rong Zhi's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
"Wanwan, hang in there a little longer, we'll be at the hospital soon. Minglang, drive faster."
As the contractions intensified, Sang Yuwan's breathing became increasingly rapid, and her face contorted in pain.
Seeing her in such pain, Rong Zhi felt heartbroken.
At that moment, he vowed that he would never let Sang Yuwan experience the pain of childbirth again.
After arriving at the hospital late, Sang Yu experienced five hours of contractions and finally gave birth to a girl at three in the morning.
The nurse carefully placed a tiny, bright red life into Rong Zhi's arms.
In front of a group of medical staff, the powerful head of the Rong family actually shed tears.
He held the child for less than two minutes before handing him to the nurse. Then, he lowered his head and gently kissed Sang Yuwan's forehead, saying, "You've worked hard, Madam."
Sang Yuwan's voice was a little hoarse, "Is the baby pretty?"
Tears welled up in Rong Zhi's eyes. "She looks like you. She's very beautiful."
He paused, then added, "Wanwan, you and she are the most important people in my life."
Sang Yuwan smiled, her lips curving upwards.
A month later, a new person was added to the Rong family's genealogy.
Her name is Rong Weiyi.
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