☆、Extra 64: They gradually grew gray together in the first snow (Qiao Yipian)
Song Libai quickly stepped forward and put his arm around her waist, asking somewhat nervously, "Wife, what's wrong?"
Qiao Yi bit her lower lip and looked at him pitifully, "I have something growing in my stomach."
The man's steps faltered noticeably, as if he thought he had misheard, and he asked cautiously, "Wife, what did you say?"
Qiao Yi took his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, letting him feel it gently.
Song Libai was visibly taken aback, looking up at her in disbelief with obvious elation in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly, "Wife, really?"
Qiao smiled slightly, her eyebrows arching. "Li Bao and I just got the results from the tests, and we wanted to give you a surprise."
His voice was low, filled with caution and disbelief, "I'm going to be a dad, I'm going to be a dad."
"Mmm," Qiao Yi responded softly.
They will have a home that belongs to them, with him, her, and their baby.
“It’s been 54 days, and the baby is very healthy.” She leaned against his chest, her eyes a little moist.
The baby's due date is next May. Spring is a time of renewal and new life, a time of hope.
That's wonderful, their baby.
Qiao Yi seemed to remember something, and a slight smile appeared on her lips, as if she were a little embarrassed.
Song Libai gently ruffled her hair, his voice soft and gentle, "What's wrong, wife?"
She smiled and glanced at him. "I heard something interesting when I was in school: babies born between March and May will achieve great things."
I can't remember exactly which teacher said it casually during my school days.
I don't know why I've kept this up for so many years.
"Our baby will definitely be the most amazing baby." Song Libai rested his chin on her head, his voice soft.
I'm really looking forward to the baby in my belly, the fruit of their love.
They moved to that farm to recuperate, and Song's mother stayed with them, taking meticulous care of Qiao Yi.
Even Qiao's mother joked that other people's daughters-in-law were being made difficult by their mothers-in-law, and that there were a lot of unresolved conflicts between them.
But Qiao Yi was different. When she was pregnant, she was treated like a princess at home. Both her husband and mother-in-law took great care of her, afraid that she might get hurt.
Sometimes, when Song Libai came home late, he would be scolded by his mother, and he could only smile helplessly.
He then hugged her and pleaded pitifully, "Wife, I'm a poor little thing that nobody cares about or loves."
Qiao Yi stroked his head and coaxed him gently, "No, I love you, Mommy loves you too, and baby will love you too."
She enjoys this kind of life, undisturbed by worldly affairs, with her family by her side, accompanying and protecting her.
Li Muli would often come over to talk to the baby in her belly, saying, "Baby, I'm your godmother. You have to grow up well in Mommy's belly."
At times like this, she would jokingly suggest that she have one too.
But at these times, she would always pout and refuse, a typical case of only liking other people's children.
Yes, but Boss Fu spoils her and indulges her whims, letting her do whatever she wants.
The first snow has arrived, and winter has come quietly.
She used to love watching the first snowfall, as if sharing that moment with someone meant they would be together forever.
This person used to be Li Muli, and still is.
They will always be together.
More importantly, there is now another man by her side, who will accompany her year after year.
Snowflakes drifted down outside the window. Qiao Yi reached out to catch them, watching the snowflakes land in her palm and melt away one by one.
Suddenly, someone hugged her waist from behind. Her waist was no longer as slender as before, and her slightly protruding pregnant belly was even more obvious in the man's arms.
Her lips twitched slightly, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.
Pregnant women often experience extreme emotional fluctuations and uncertainty, but fortunately, there are people willing to comfort and pamper them.
Song Libai turned her body around, wrapped her clothes tightly around her, then touched the corner of her eye and gently coaxed, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
She pouted, looking even more aggrieved, "Song Libai, I'm so fat."
The man touched her protruding pregnant belly and said, "You're not fat. The baby is absorbing so much nutrition that you've lost a lot of weight, honey."
Who would believe someone who's all talk and no action?
But Qiao Yi still smiled with his eyebrows curved. He was always like that, always trying to coax her.
She suddenly blinked, tugged at his sleeve, and said coquettishly, "I want to play in the snow."
The man frowned, about to refuse, when he looked up and saw her pleading eyes as she softly called to him, "Just play for a little while, please, honey."
She used to neglect her health, drinking all sorts of beverages and beer during her period, which made her cold uterus condition worse and worse.
They are especially afraid of the cold in winter.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Song Libai couldn't bear to refuse her, so he wrapped her up tightly in a scarf, gloves, and down jacket.
Qiao looked down at herself, looking like a big, clumsy bear.
He reached out and took her hand. "Let's go, we can only play for a little while."
For the sake of playing in the snow, she decided not to hold it against him.
She stretched out her hand and watched the snowflakes fall into her palm and slowly melt into water. It was a boring game, but to her, it was very interesting.
Song Libai, who was standing to the side, just watched her make a fuss with a smile on his face, looking very patient.
She suddenly had a mischievous idea and splashed water from her hand onto his bare neck, letting him experience the darkness of society.
"Honey, come here." She beckoned to him with a smile.
But when he actually got close, her heart softened. She decided not to bother him, since he was such a clean person.
She obediently stretched out her hand, smiling sweetly at him, "Let go of me."
The man gently and patiently wiped her gloves, and even with his head down, his tenderness was evident in his eyes.
"You're so kind, Song Libai."
Song Libai had already wiped her clean. He reached out and hugged her, her chin resting on his shoulder as they watched snowflakes fall one by one onto their shoulders.
They grew old together as the first snow fell.
The man's gentle voice still echoed in my ears, "Things will only get better from now on."
"Honey, do you prefer a son or a daughter?" she suddenly changed the subject, her voice tinged with a smile.
"Anything is fine as long as it's your child."
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, as if they had all come to witness their love and vows.
"Honey, the snow is getting heavier, let's go upstairs."
Qiao nodded and said with a smile, "I like daughters, and I want a good daughter to accompany us."
She must be dressed up like a little princess, showered with love and affection.
Song Libai kissed her forehead, his eyes smiling, "Wife, it will be as you wish."
The first snow will hear your wishes, and it says it will grant them all.
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