"I'm sorry, I was too excited." Song Zhe quickly let go of her hand, his face a mixture of apology and excitement. He stood up, walked quickly to the door, clapped his hands vigorously, and shouted loudly: "Someone! Quickly get some hot water!"
Song Zhe turned back to the bedside, gently holding Chen Xiaoru's shoulders with both hands, his eyes gleaming with concern. "Xiaoru, are you okay? Did I hold you too tightly just now?" His voice was filled with worry and self-blame.
Chen Xiaoru shook her head slightly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "It's okay, husband. I just feel uncomfortable with the makeup on my face, so I want to wash it off."
Song Zhe breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then became nervous again. "Then... then let me help you?" He awkwardly reached out his hand, trying to help Chen Xiaoru tidy up her messy hair.
Just then, there were footsteps and the sound of a basin colliding outside the door. Song Zhe immediately turned around and walked quickly to the door. He personally took the hot water brought by the servant and carefully brought it to the dressing table.
"Xiao Ru, the water is here. Take your time, don't be anxious." Song Zhe said, and then hurriedly added, "If you need anything else, just tell me."
"Husband, I'm fine." Chen Xiaoru felt helpless when she saw Song Zhe was so nervous.
Since the day they got married, Chen Xiaoru told Song Zhe in person that she was pregnant. Song Zhe seemed like a different person, serving her carefully all day long, fearing that she would get hurt.
"Xiaoru, walk slowly and watch your step." Song Zhe followed Chen Xiaoru like an old nanny, staring at her feet nervously, as if he wanted to cover the ground with cotton.
Chen Xiaoru didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She stopped and held her forehead helplessly: "Song Zhe, I'm just pregnant, not a porcelain doll. Can you stop being so nervous?"
"How can that be!" Song Zhe frowned and looked serious, "There are two of you now. If something goes wrong, I..." He didn't dare to think further. Just thinking about it made him feel scared.
Song Siming, who was standing by, couldn't stand it any longer. He tugged at Song Zhe's clothes and sighed like a little adult: "Dad, Mom will be very tired if you do this. Relax a little."
"Siming, you don't understand. Your mother needs protection the most now." Song Zhe touched Song Siming's head with a firm tone.
Chen Xiaoru and Song Siming looked at each other, and saw helplessness in each other's eyes. They tried to persuade Song Zhe countless times, but he just wouldn't listen. In the end, they could only let him go.
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