Chapter 39 Chapter 39
Fortunately, Fengling was so angry that she flew back to Beijing. She started to have morning sickness from the morning, and they went to the hospital to confirm that she was pregnant. Then, the two of them quarreled and argued until late at night, and finally reconciled.
Late at night, Zhao Qingxun held Feng Ling's little hand and gathered his strength to coax her. "It's too late. You should get some rest first. Tomorrow, I'll make amends to you, my dear."
Feng Ling was tired herself, and felt even more distressed about Zhao Qingxun's body, which was mostly out of his control. She knew that his body had probably reached its limit. Seeing how weak he was even when speaking, she knew that he was probably relying on medication to control his spasms. So she obediently changed into her pajamas and slept soundly all night.
After a day of ups and downs, Zhao Qingxun felt unwell but couldn't sleep. At night, he would carefully watch Feng Ling's sleeping face. He thought the little girl was so bold, actually hiding her intentions of having a baby from a grown man like him. She was only 25 years old, clearly still a young girl with no experience of the world. How could she be so brave? Why was she so strong?
Later, Zhao Qingxun came to the conclusion that Feng Ling's parents had died young, and she was then brought into society by her mother at an early age. Although she had experienced a life of luxury and glitz, she was still a child, forced to mature prematurely. As Feng Ling's lover, he couldn't give her a normal relationship or a life with a normal man, which would have prevented Feng Ling from being so brave and strong. It was precisely because of his paralysis and multiple illnesses, which forced her to rely on her own efforts, that she became the mature and brave Feng Ling she is today.
The next morning, the two looked at each other and began to talk to each other again.
"Baby, it's because of me that you decided not to discuss it with me and have a child." Zhao Qingxun patted his legs and stated calmly without any doubt.
"No, Axun, please listen to my explanation." Feng Ling kept shaking her head. She didn't think that way.
"There is no misunderstanding. Between us, I did something wrong. You are not wrong." Leaning on the head of the nursing bed, Zhao Qingxun held her hand and comforted her gently.
"I love you deeply, but I am too selfish. On the one hand, I covet your beauty, and on the other hand, I don't make any promises to you. You could have a better and more outstanding man, but I use my disabled body to hold you tightly, asking you to accommodate my selfishness." When Zhao Qingxun said love seriously, there seemed to be stars in his eyes, and he wrapped the wind chime with his tenderness. He was like a work of art, a work of art that belonged only to her.
"I will slowly get rid of my selfishness and fear of strangers. I will learn to be a good father. Please give me some time and believe me, okay?" As he spoke, his eyes turned into the most beautiful lake, filled with deep affection. Feng Ling was already drunk, falling into the web woven by Zhao Qingxun's tenderness and sincerity.
With the attitude of being responsible for life, Feng Ling also promised Zhao Qingxun that she would conduct a detailed examination and give birth to a healthy baby.
"Now, baby, go and have breakfast. Be happy and comfortable every day. Nothing is worth your worry." Stroking the back of her hand and pulling Feng Ling's hand to his lips, Zhao Qingxun couldn't help but kiss her hand, as if coaxing a child.
"Come and eat with me." Feng Ling, feeling completely calm and confident, grabbed Zhao Qingxun's hand.
Shaking his head, Zhao Qingxun explained bitterly, "You go first. My neck and waist are very stiff. I'll ask the nurse to help me with physical therapy later. I can go eat when I can sit up. There's no rush."
The little mouth pouted immediately. Feng Ling looked carefully and saw that Zhao Qingxun's legs were raised a little by the long pillow. He must have been in pain in his waist and back, and he had to sit up to talk to her, struggling to support himself.
Gently holding Zhao Qingxun's arm, Feng Ling no longer dared to throw herself into his arms. She said in a distressed whisper, "Xun, I'm too willful."
After making the important decision, Feng Ling turned down all her acting jobs through the company. She continued to participate in the foundation's affairs as normal, and everything was developing smoothly.
Zhao Qingxun, paralyzed and unable to care for himself, made a lot of changes to help Feng Ling get pregnant. Rehabilitation and recuperation took up a lot of his daily life. Zhao Qingxun insisted on regular rehabilitation exercises to maintain his physical functions. He also set aside a fixed time every day to invite a maternity expert to his home, not to care for Feng Ling, but to give him, the expectant father, a lecture.
Fortunately, Fengling's morning sickness gradually disappeared after the Spring Festival and early spring. She was no longer troubled by morning sickness, and her body completely adapted to having an extra heart, which made Zhao Qingxun feel relieved.
"Little Beibei, be good, I'm your daddy." This is the sentence Zhao Qingxun said most often when they sat together since the baby in Fengling's belly began to move. Because Fengling's nickname was Baobao, the nickname of the baby in her belly was Beibei.
"Axun, Beibei will definitely recognize your voice, don't worry." Sitting on the sofa with Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling held his inward-curled right hand, and wanted to laugh when she saw his gentle fatherly look.
"I can't hold him or play with him, so I have to talk to him more so that he will behave himself when he's naughty."
Feng Ling disagreed with Zhao Qingxun's pessimistic view and would always refute him, "When Beibei was a baby, I don't think I was very good at holding him. Now that Beibei is older, you have to accompany him to read, listen to music, play chess, drink tea, teach him how to play ball and ride horses, and teach him how to manage the foundation... Oh, Xun, you have so much to do."
"Okay, okay, then what does Beibei's mother do?"
"I go out to work and earn money to set a good example for Beibei. I have to film movies, shoot commercials, exercise, and take care of my skin. I'm really busy."
Zhao Qingxun was almost out of breath from laughing, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't help laughing, which made the workers turn around and look at the young couple. Feng Ling looked at him and smiled with confidence, then looked at her round belly. Isn't this what happiness is?
The due date was in the fall. Feng Ling said Beibei was born in Switzerland, so I didn't have to stay in confinement after giving birth. That was great. Zhao Qingxun, with a patriarchal air, told her seriously that not only would she have to stay in confinement after giving birth, but she would have to stay in confinement for at least forty days.
But Zhao Qingxun's traditional thinking also has an extremely unconventional side. He actually controls Feng Ling's diet.
Feng Ling originally thought that since she was pregnant and her work was on hold, she could finally eat whatever she wanted after controlling her weight for so many years. At worst, she could lose weight after giving birth.
But Zhao Qingxun strictly forbade Feng Ling to eat too much or eat randomly, and he would ask about her diet whenever she was at home. At first, Feng Ling was very unhappy, thinking that Zhao Qingxun didn't like fat people. He was even more worried that she would not be able to recover her figure after giving birth and would not be able to film again.
Therefore, even during her pregnancy, Fengling did not have the opportunity to gain weight. Now that she is eight months pregnant, her belly is very big, but her weight has not increased much. She even insists on doing exercises suitable for pregnant women every day.
After listening to the obstetrician's words, Feng Ling finally understood Zhao Qingxun's intentions. The doctor said that if pregnant women control their weight, the biggest beneficiary is the pregnant woman herself. Her body will not be deformed too much, and her movements will be much more convenient. Most importantly, the baby will not be so big, so the chances of a natural birth will be greater and smoother and safer.
After returning home, Feng Ling thought about it again and again, and realized that Zhao Qingxun put her health and safety first, and she was very grateful to him.
"Thank me for what? Every mother is the greatest, and so are you. I can't give birth to a child for you, and I can't take any risk for you. Baby, you are the bravest." The two people have not registered their marriage yet. Because Feng Ling is pregnant, Zhao Qingxun has done more than many expectant fathers. He is physically inconvenient, but he has invested no less energy and time than anyone else.
Ever since Beibei's heartbeat and embryo were detected, Zhao Qingxun would dress formally and, sitting in his wheelchair, ask Fengling to take a photo with him every four weeks, saying it was for the future Beibei. With each photo, Fengling saw the difference and the deep love between them.
In the photos, a thin, handsome man sits in a wheelchair, while a young, beautiful pregnant woman sits in a chair, the two of them huddled close together, holding hands for the photo. Looking through their photos, the soon-to-be father hasn't changed much over the past few months, save for his clothes. The pregnant woman's hair flows like clouds, her beautiful face glows brighter, and her belly grows larger, as if life is flourishing and their love is growing stronger.
What Zhao Qingxun was worried about did not happen. Feng Ling had just turned 26 years old. She had all the examinations during her pregnancy, which showed that the fetus in her womb was normal and healthy. With the care and nursing of professionals, Feng Ling successfully nurtured the fetus until almost full term at her home in Bern.
The confidentiality work was done so well that even Zhao Lanyin flew to Bern to celebrate Feng Ling's birthday. Only when he saw her belly did he understand why she had been so willful and not working for so long. He never dreamed that it was because she was pregnant.
"How did you two get a child? Did you do it here? Such a big thing, and you didn't even tell me? Don't you need grandma's red envelope?" On the night of Feng Ling's 26th birthday, Zhao Lanyin couldn't help it and pulled Zhao Qingxun's wheelchair. While Feng Ling was taking a walk in the garden after dinner, he whispered to his son in the small living room.
"Mom, it's in the bedroom on the second floor. There are windows on all four sides, and there are workers here." Holding back his laughter, Zhao Qingxun joked with his mother.
After kicking the heavy wheelchair, it didn't budge. Zhao Lanyin uttered a harsh word, frowned, and continued to question, "Being a father makes you feel so confident that you're making fun of your mother. You know what I mean, so stop playing dumb."
Smiling shyly, Zhao Qingxun answered his mother's question obediently, "Mom, don't be angry, I was wrong. My body is like this, you know, and having a child is not up to me. If the baby wants it, then it will be."
"Hmph, it was actually a natural conception. The baby is really my good baby, just like me when I was young." Knowing his son's personality, the answer was pretty much the same as what Zhao Lanyin had guessed. Rolling his eyes at his son in the wheelchair, Zhao Lanyin got up and went to the garden to look for wind chimes.
Beibei went into labor about a week earlier than the due date. The whole family was mobilized and everything was planned in advance. They were on call for Fengling and her child 24 hours a day. Zhao Qingxun didn't even bother to cover his face. He was busy maneuvering his wheelchair to the car. He even reached out to be held in his arms and was anxious to go to the hospital with Fengling to give birth.
"Good baby, don't be afraid, I've been waiting for you. Don't be anxious, take your time and give birth to a baby just like you." Half lying on the mobile bed, this time before Feng Ling entered the delivery room, Zhao Qingxun held his lover's hand and patiently instructed her. His affectionate eyes kept looking at her, and he couldn't wait to go in with her.
Feng Ling was amused. Was this man mature or immature? "If he wasn't like me, Beibei would have heard it by now and would definitely be angry with you."
With his body fixed in the wheelchair, Zhao Qingxun couldn't lean over to kiss his lover. He could only pull her little hand, pull it over and press it on his lips, turning it over and over again, unwilling to let go.
"Okay, just wait for me obediently, Axun, don't worry." Seeing his look, Feng Ling understood Zhao Qingxun's worry and concern. Her eyes reddened, and she pretended to be indifferent to comfort her lover.
The operation started after lunch, and almost ten hours later, 26-year-old Feng Ling, who had not been proposed to or married, gave birth to Zhao Qingxun's son Beibei in Switzerland. Both mother and child are safe.
Upon hearing the news that Feng Ling was admitted to the hospital for delivery, Zhao Lanyin flew to Switzerland on a private plane and brought a small team with her. At another home in Bern, they prepared confinement meals for Feng Ling and took care of the newborn every day. The team would then be sent to Zhao Qingxun's home by a special car and person, thus sharing the pressure in the kitchen at home. Zhao Lanyin was in a very good mood running back and forth between the two homes.
Fortunately, there were several people dedicated to serving Feng Ling during her confinement period, otherwise she would have been bored to death. Zhao Qingxun did not allow her to watch TV or computer, and could only use her mobile phone for twenty minutes a day. He also did not allow her to take a bath every day. In the first half of the month, he did not even allow her to hold the baby. He only let her eat customized meals and rest in bed.
Seeing the little girl crying in pain due to breast engorgement and even having a fever, Zhao Qingxun said with heartache that he would not feed the child anymore. As a result, he was kicked out of the bedroom by his girlfriend and mother.
"Go out and talk to Beibei." Zhao Lanyin directly asked his silly son to go out.
"I'm fine, you can go out." With the masseur helping to massage her, Feng Ling felt embarrassed to let him go out.
It has been almost twenty days since the confinement period. Although she has gradually resumed her exercise, Fengling already wants to go out for a run. She is really too free at home. Apart from expressing and storing the milk on time, Fengling does not need to worry about anything.
"Mom, don't hold Beibei anymore. Leave him to Axun. Let's go out and make a movie." The two of them were washing their hair and getting a massage together. Feng Ling quietly discussed with Zhao Lanyin.
"Don't want to stay at home? Mom understands your feelings. Just hold on a little longer. Everyone is waiting for you." The confinement period must be completed, otherwise, Zhao Qingxun would get angry and Zhao Lanyin would also be scared.
"Assistant, the makeup team has been reorganized. In the forty days, they will fly over to try out your makeup. My beauty, my superstar, have a good rest. You won't be able to rest for many days." Zhao Qingxun moved back to the master bedroom from the guest room a month after the delivery. He saw that Feng Ling had almost recovered, so he refused to come back before for fear of disturbing her rest.
"Axun, you can see that I'm almost recovered. Don't worry. I'm so bored staying at home every day." Zhao Qingxun hugged her sweet and soft boyfriend Fengling and lay in his arms. She missed him so much. Although she hugged him before going to bed every day, it always felt different from sleeping in the same bed with him.
"Silly girl, you've almost recovered your weight, not your body. Giving birth is very damaging to your body. Even after forty days, your body still hasn't fully recovered." Zhao Qingxun held her in his arms, his immobile right hand pressed against her. He didn't mind. He stretched out his left hand and caressed Feng Ling's hair and face. The heartache for his lover could last a lifetime, and no one could truly understand Zhao Qingxun.
Having not been in business for almost a year, Zhao Qingxun instructed Jian Ying to build momentum for Feng Ling's comeback in advance, secretly releasing some of her works, comments, clips, etc., and doing detailed homework in advance.
Zhao Lanyin didn't like children at first, but Beibei, who looked exactly like Fengling, was so adorable that she became addicted to holding her every day and was reluctant to leave. Before returning to Beijing with Fengling, she, as a mother, took the initiative to reassure the young mother, "Baby, whether you are married or not, remember, you will always be my daughter, and Beibei will always be my grandson by blood."
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