Song Wanyue: "That comrade is really amazing. She is not like me who just curses in pain. Really, all the nurses admire her."
Jiang Ze prepared the food for Song Wanyue, then squatted beside the crib while holding the bowl and starting to eat.
Seeing her little son's absent-minded look, Jiang's mother said distressedly, "Xiao Ze, eat quickly. After eating, you can hug the child and stop worrying about gains and losses. It's all my fault. I came to the hospital to see Wanyue had a baby, and I thought you didn't bring a crib. I happened to have one at home, so I went home to get it..."
The whole process took more than an hour and almost resulted in a disaster.
Wang Xiaoyue advised: "Fourth brother, don't blame mom. I thought the meal at home is ready, so I wanted to wait until everyone in the family has eaten before sending it to you. I can also come and see the children and help you take care of the children. I..."
Jiang Ze nodded: "Don't say anything, I have agreed to let mom go home. The beds in this hospital are small, and I also thought it would be safer for the child to sleep in a small bed. It would be careless to be targeted by human traffickers."
Suddenly remembering something, Jiang Ze asked, "We didn't ask the traffickers why they stole my daughter. Don't they usually steal boys and sell them to families that can't give birth to boys?"
Song Wanyue couldn't figure it out either, and wondered, "I want to know why too?"
Nowadays, if someone can’t give birth to a boy, they will spend money to buy one, but I’ve never heard of anyone spending money to buy a girl.
It is even more impossible to transplant a kidney or heart, the child is still so young...
The doubt was not resolved until Song's father returned from the Public Security Bureau.
Father Song's face was livid and he gritted his teeth as he said, "That trafficker kidnapped our grandchildren because he listened to the buyer. The buyer wanted a boy and a girl. The boy would carry on the family line, and the girl would be a child bride. When the two children grow up, they will be allowed to get married."
"The buyer wanted both boys and girls to be Zhang Dejun, and our grandson happened to be good-looking, so the traffickers took action..."
Song Wanyue held her child in silence after dinner and knew that the human traffickers had bad intentions.
If her daughter was abducted, she would be faced with endless housework. Thinking about having to work like a slave for another family, Song Wanyue wanted to chop the buyer and the trafficker with a knife.
Seeing Song Wanyue crying silently, Jiang Ze took out a handkerchief and wiped her face, "Don't cry, our daughter is fine. We will be more careful next time."
He leaned close to Song Wanyue and whispered, "When you are out of confinement, I will take you to deal with them, okay?"
It was so quiet that no one except Song Wanyue could hear it.
Song Wanyue hugged her daughter, kissed her face twice, and sighed, "Okay, I want them to live a life worse than death."
She didn't think that with the current patriarchal mentality, her daughter could live a good life in the buyer's house.
The time soon came, the day of Song Wanyue's daughter's full moon banquet.
Song Wanyue was wearing a red dress. She had a plump figure, delicate features, and a charming demeanor. The child in her arms was as delicate as a fairy.
As soon as he came out, everyone praised him.
"It's beautiful, so beautiful, Wanyue, why don't we arrange a baby marriage?" The person who said this was Yang Liu.
She was pregnant and her belly was a little big. She had been coveting Song Wanyue's daughter for a long time.
"You're dreaming, Yang Liu. We don't even know whether the baby is a boy or a girl." Jiang Ze refused.
He didn't want to find a son-in-law for himself so early.
Wang Qiang said shamelessly: "Brother Jiang, I think it's okay. Yang Liu and I are not bad looking, so the child will definitely not be ugly. Just agree to it!"
Jiang Ze shook his head: "No, free love is popular now, I don't want to be an old-fashioned person, let's talk about the future later, my daughter is so young, there is no need to consider these things."
After Song Wanyue held the child and met everyone, she took out a ball of paper and asked the child to draw lots to choose a name.
The paper ball was held in Jiang Ze's hand.
"Little Tangyuan, this depends on your luck. You will be called the name you draw. I, your mother, have tried my best. There are ten names in total, and your father and I can't choose one. Choose by yourself."
Being stared at by everyone, little Tangyuan was not at all nervous. He smiled and stretched out his little hand to grab Jiang Ze's hand.
He was still making some babbling sounds in his mouth.
It took less than five seconds to grab a ball of paper.
Song Wanyue was just about to open it and take a look.
Meeting Jiang Ze's expectant eyes, Song Wanyue shook her head.
"Guess what the name is?"
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