Song Xingyao stared at the child, looking him over from left to right, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at him.
Not only were the instruments placed beside her reminding her, but the long, thin, and menacing scar on her stomach also constantly reminded her that the birth of this child was hard-won.
The chubby little baby lay in the stroller, completely unaware of what the adults beside him were thinking.
Worried about waking him, the four of them left the children's room together.
After holding back for a long time, Jiang Man couldn't help but step forward and hold Song Xingyao's hand.
"Thank you for your hard work, Yao Yao."
She quickly composed herself and dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
"This child looks just like Ah Ming. His eyes and lips are just like Ah Ming's when he was born. But he's not as pink and tender as Xiao Bao. He looks dark and yellowish! I was so scared that I quickly told his dad to take him away from me."
Song Xingyao was amused by her.
The atmosphere improved considerably.
"Luckily, this kid lived up to expectations and didn't turn out badly! By the way, have you chosen a name for the child yet?"
When Song Xingyao heard Jiang Man ask her a question, she turned around and glanced at Fu Siming, who was talking to Fu Ting.
He answered, "Yes! My name is Xunzhi!"
“Xunzhi… Fu Xunzhi, not bad, this name is quite good.”
"This is the first great-grandchild of the Fu family. The full moon celebration cannot be taken lightly. There are still half a month left, so there is enough time to prepare properly. I want everyone to know about my precious grandson! You take good care of him, you don't need to worry about this."
Seeing Jiang Man's boundless energy and high spirits, Song Xingyao didn't want to spoil her fun, so she smiled and agreed.
After the child returned home, Song Xingyao asked several times if the child could share a room with them, but Fu Siming refused, saying that the child's health still needed monitoring equipment and it was inconvenient to move the child.
Actually, he was worried that Song Xingyao would be too focused on the child and not get enough rest, which is why he didn't allow the child to move into their room.
But he underestimated Song Xingyao's persistence as a mother.
Several times he caught Song Xingyao going to the children's room in the middle of the night to check on the children's condition. Once, she even fell asleep on the children's bed.
Fu Siming had no choice but to agree to move the child and the equipment to the master bedroom.
Song Xingyao had only been well-behaved for a few days.
Fortunately, Fu Xunzhi was quite well-behaved and didn't cry or make a fuss at night, which made things much easier for the two of them.
That day, the two were half asleep when Fu Siming's phone kept flashing on the bedside table, and the vibration woke him up.
He glanced at the sleeping woman beside him, then at the numbers on the screen, before carefully getting out of bed.
I went out onto the balcony.
Cut it open.
"Hey, Ah Ming, can you come keep me company?"
A woman's incoherent voice, tinged with the smell of alcohol, came through the receiver.
Fu Siming frowned, about to hang up the phone, when he heard Fu Yao's intermittent voice coming from the other end.
This wasn't the first time Fu Yao had called him while drunk. If it weren't for the antidote for the child, Fu Siming wouldn't have been afraid to expose the matter and then throw her into the river to feed the fish.
But the child still needs the antidote.
After she uttered the last word, Fu Siming remained silent, and Fu Yao finally became a little annoyed.
"Fu Siming! Don't forget, there are still two doses of the antidote for your son in my hands. Come here, come keep me company, and I'll give you the antidote! Hahahaha..."
It was as if she had found a summoning button; as long as she pressed it, Fu Siming could come to her side.
Because of Wu Mu's funeral, the Fu family hasn't contacted her for a long time.
She was all alone, but as long as she had the antidote, she wasn't worried that Fu Siming wouldn't come.
Fu Siming faced the cool breeze of early spring, but his chest was filled with anger. He gripped his phone tightly, as if he were choking Fu Yao, and with just a little force, he could snap it.
There was no sound from the other end. Fu Siming deleted the records on his phone, leaned against the railing, and stared at the mother and son inside the house, his deep eyes seemingly lost in thought.
After tucking Song Xingyao in, Fu Siming walked to the crib.
He then realized that Fu Xunzhi was staring straight at him with wide, round eyes, neither crying nor making a fuss.
The father and son locked eyes, and Fu Siming gently rubbed his son's face with his fingers before changing his clothes and going out.
When they arrived at Fu Yao's apartment, it looked just like it had a few days ago—a complete mess.
Fu Yao is very cunning. Even if Fu Siming wanted to find the antidote, he would have no way to do so. As long as there is the slightest disturbance, given her crazy appearance, she would really pour out the antidote in front of him.
Ye Si said that after the antidote was administered, a significant amount of the toxins in the child's body had been metabolized, and even precise treatment might not achieve the same effect.
In fact, with the current level of toxins, it can be eliminated through its own metabolism, it just takes a long time, and he doesn't need to come back at all.
But tonight, seeing Fu Xunzhi open his eyes and look at him like that, the conscious newborn life is innocent.
Moreover, he had promised Song Xingyao that he would definitely give her a healthy child.
It was like a farce. Fu Yao called Fu Siming over just to watch her put on a crazy farce, which was no different from usual.
Fu Yao looked at the antidote hidden in the front of her clothes, the thin tube serving as a foolproof key.
But now, there's only one key left.
She finally couldn't hold back her tears and cried out in grievance. Looking at the expressionless man in front of her, she walked around the obstacles on the ground, holding her wine glass.
"Have a drink with me."
The slender arm stopped in mid-air. Fu Siming moved slightly but did not reach out to catch it.
Fu Yao smiled wryly, "It's just one cup, are you afraid I'll hurt you?"
His expression was somewhat sorrowful. He turned his hand back and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
He took a new wine glass from the table, poured half a glass of red wine, and handed it over.
Fu Siming was a little impatient. He watched her hold the glass for so long, then reached out and took it, drinking it down in one gulp. He had no patience for tasting wine at all, yet he still looked incredibly dignified.
"The person is here, and has drunk the medicine, but where's the medicine? Give it to me."
Fu Yao slowly walked around him, her arm resting on the neat collar of his suit, but he dodged it in an instant.
It was as if she had touched something dirty; the movement stung her eyes.
Fu Yao wiped her face with both hands and took a step back.
She walked around to the sofa and sat down, asking a seemingly random question: "Fu Siming, if you had met me first, would you have fallen in love with me?"
Fu Siming assumed she was just drunk and rambling incoherently.
"There are no 'what ifs.' No matter when or who I meet, the only person by my side now is her, and the only person in the future is her."
After hearing his words, Fu Yao couldn't help but laugh out loud, and in the end, her laughter brought tears to her eyes.
"Hahahaha... Fu Siming, you're so stupid! Hahahaha..."
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