Song Xingyao was still waiting for him to have dinner.
The moment the door opened, she quickly got up from the sofa and ran barefoot to him.
Fu Siming picked him up, like he was comforting a child, "Hmm? Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
But she was unusually clingy, snuggling against Fu Siming's neck and acting coquettishly, "Oh, I missed you! When I woke up this morning, I found you were gone, so I've been waiting for you."
Fu Siming was pleased by these words and smiled slightly, "How come you're becoming more and more like a child even after becoming a mother?"
As he spoke, his hand casually caressed her waist, making Song Xingyao feel a little itchy.
"Hmm...the baby isn't back yet, is he? If he comes back, will you focus all your attention on him?"
He placed Song Xingyao on the soft sofa, her eyes fixed on him, as if trying to find the answer to the question she had just asked on his face.
Fu Siming's eyes twitched slightly. "No, only you. You are the most important."
Upon hearing this, the woman immediately slid her hand off his neck, as if she didn't believe him.
I don't believe it.
She childishly twisted her body again, glancing at him sideways.
Fu Siming found his actions amusing and deliberately teased her.
"Don't believe me? What can we do then? As told me today that the child can be discharged from the hospital soon... Hmm... If Mrs. Fu is worried about this..."
He deliberately paused the conversation there, observing the woman's expression.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Song Xingyao immediately perked up, but she still restrained her urge to turn around.
Quietly wait for him to finish his sentence.
"Then we can only send the child to the old house. I think Mom is definitely enthusiastic about taking care of the child."
"You agree, right, Mrs. Fu?"
The deliberately drawn-out words made Song Xingyao feel like she had been tricked again!
She became even angrier.
"You! Humph!"
Song Xingyao simply stopped talking to him, and as soon as her foot touched the carpet, she prepared to leave.
She was pinned to the spot by the man's sudden aggressive action.
"What's wrong? I think you're the one who forgot about me after having a child."
His warm breath tickled her earlobe, making her feel a tingling sensation, and she couldn't help but clutch his shirt.
When Qi's mother brought the soup out of the kitchen, she saw what the two of them were doing.
He and Song Xingyao made eye contact.
The next second, she exerted force on her hand, and Fu Siming, not paying attention, was pushed back several steps.
She blushed again, but Fu Siming wasn't annoyed and helped her put on her shoes.
"Alright, let's eat."
Pretending not to see Song Xingyao's gaze, he smiled.
At the dinner table, Song Xingyao finally digested the news that Fu Siming had told her.
Song Xingyao: "Is the baby really better? Can we go home now?"
The man spoke slowly and deliberately, "Yes, he can come back now, but a doctor will still come to give him regular check-ups."
Seeing that she was so excited that she didn't even plan to eat her meal.
Fu Siming picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in her bowl, urging her to eat quickly.
But then she solemnly put down her chopsticks and said, "Do you think his name is Fu Xunzhi?"
?
Upon hearing this name, Fu Siming looked up at her.
It seemed like an eternity before I finally heard a coquettish voice from the other end, "Please?"
It has to be said that Song Xingyao's personality has changed drastically since she had her child.
She became more affectionate, clingy, and even a bit childish.
It's just the child's name; he doesn't care.
He only cared that Song Xingyao was becoming more and more dependent on him and more energetic than before.
He thought about it again and realized that Professor Xu might be overthinking things. In fact, Song Xingyao's changes weren't as bad as he had imagined, were they?
He said softly, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Song Xingyao was taken aback, not expecting Fu Siming to agree without even asking for a reason.
After all, in her mind, children from wealthy families might not even be born in accordance with the laws of time.
She smiled and finally settled down to eat.
Searching for it was a belief she had held onto for a long time.
However, this ending came more by chance than she had imagined.
Song Xingyao was still in her postpartum period, but tonight she insisted on clinging to Fu Siming.
The two lingered in the bathroom for a while before Fu Siming, worried that she would catch a cold, dried her off, wrapped her in a bathrobe, and tossed her onto the bed.
When a soft towel brushes against the scar on my abdomen.
Both of them stood frozen in place, the constant warmth of the bathroom creating a soft, hazy atmosphere.
Song Xingyao was somewhat at a loss. Fu Siming gently brushed the towel over her, his rough fingertips touching the hideous scars covered by the tender new flesh.
Until Song Xingyao pulled him up.
Fu Siming dried her off, dressed her, and then carefully placed her on the bed.
He was still shirtless, standing right on the edge of the bed, turning on the hairdryer on a gentle setting, and slowly drying her hair.
The strands of hair at my fingertips have finally regained their former luster after these days of care.
Neither of them spoke, lest they interrupt the tender atmosphere.
Having endured Song Xingyao's coquettishness the day before, Song Xingyao personally saw Fu Siming off the next day.
He tied a neat tie knot with his own hands and then gave her a kiss.
The happiness made us forget the dark days that had come before.
These peaceful days lasted for a while, except for the occasional morning when Fu Siming was nowhere to be seen, which felt a bit abrupt.
Life has been relatively stable.
Fu Xunzhi was discharged from the hospital. On that day, even Grandpa Fu, who rarely left his old house, came to the First Hospital in person.
The massive convoy drew curious heads from the windows of the otherwise peaceful hospital.
It looks very strange.
Even after the convoy left the hospital, the lively discussion continued.
When the group returned to Haiyan, the doctor moved everyone and the equipment to a pre-prepared room.
Jiang Man and Song Xingyao craning their necks in the same way.
Then they were both pulled back by the Fu family father and son.
Fu Siming: "The child just got back, and you stared at him the whole way without moving your eyes. Don't you get tired?"
After saying that, he pretended to press his hand against her eyes.
Hearing his jealous voice and seeing Jiang Man and her husband standing beside her, Song Xingyao nudged his lower back somewhat embarrassedly.
"What nonsense are you talking about..."
Jiang Man pretended not to see it and spoke up for Song Xingyao: "You're a father now, and you're still jealous of your child! You have no sense of being a father at all!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Siming slowly replied, "It's hereditary."
His words were light and casual, and he was still looking at his father standing behind his mother.
He made three people feel awkward with just one sentence, while he himself was the only one who felt smug.
Before this minor incident could even occur, the doctor had already settled the child and set up the testing equipment before coming out.
"Sir, Madam, the young master is in stable condition. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
As soon as the doctor left, Song Xingyao ran into the children's room.
Seeing that the child was already fast asleep, Qi's mother left the room when she saw people coming.
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