Ruan Qingling said, "Let's take care of their digestive systems first. They're still young and their digestive systems aren't fully developed yet." Song Ji asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid of giving them medicine when they're so young? All medicine has some toxicity. Will it harm them?"
Ruan Qingling shook her head and said, "Mom is fine. I only prescribed food for them, so there won't be any problems with their stomachs."
Song Ji nodded and said, "Yes, it's good that there are no problems. I've fed the baby."
It was already late, past midnight, and Song Shiting had no desire to return to his hospital room.
He didn't ask anyone to move the hospital bed over in the middle of the night, and the children went to sleep after drinking their milk.
Song Shiting pushed the wheelchair back again.
Seeing him like this, Ruan Qingling felt a little suspicious but couldn't bear it.
Looking at the half-open door, he said, "Come and lie down on the bed for a bit."
Song Shiting's eyes lit up slightly.
Ruan Qingling had no choice but to get up, but the bed creaked as soon as she moved.
Song Shiting said, "Don't get up, I'll go watch the door."
Ruan Qingling said, "It's too much trouble for you to close the door now."
However, Song Shiting stood up from his wheelchair.
I watched him slowly walk towards the door, close it, and then come back.
Ruan Qingling touched her forehead with her hand.
He was so badly injured, had surgery and lost so much blood, yet he still walked so as not to wake the child!
Ruan Qingling lowered her voice and said, "Why are you putting yourself through all this trouble?"
Song Shiting asked, "How can you say it's torturing yourself?"
He lay down beside him and said, "You should lie down and rest too."
He hadn't hugged his woman in a long time.
Ruan Qingling lay down; the small bed was already the limit for two people to squeeze into.
After lying down, Song Shiting let out a sigh for no apparent reason.
Ruan Qingling said, "It's getting late, let's go to sleep."
She was exhausted.
Song Shiting turned his head, his warm breath brushing against Ruan Qingling's face.
Ruan Qingling said, "Don't look at me like that, and don't look at me so closely."
She brushed the wet hair from her forehead and said, "I think I must look absolutely hideous right now."
Song Shiting said, "No, you look most beautiful right now."
Ruan Qingling asked, "Are you worried that I'll kick you down? Is that why you're saying such nice things?"
Song Shiting reached out and took her hand: "It's not that I'm afraid you'll kick me off the stage. I'm speaking from the heart. No matter what you become, whether it's now, ten years from now, or twenty years from now, whether you have white hair or not, I'll still think you're the most beautiful."
He also reached out and gently stroked Ruan Qingling's hair.
Ruan Qingling said, "Don't touch my hair."
She's terrified right now and wishes she could wash her hair tomorrow.
However, due to limited hospital facilities, even if she wanted to wash her hair, she had to prepare a basin of medicated water for herself, because she had been severely weakened during childbirth.
If you're going to wash it, then you definitely need to do it properly.
Looking at his awkward little face, Song Shiting's eyes were full of doting affection as he asked, "What are you afraid of? We're an old married couple."
Ruan Qingling closed her eyes and said, "Alright, go to sleep. If you don't sleep now, it will be dawn soon. When the children wake up, we'll be busy again."
"Mmm." Song Shiting also closed his eyes.
Song Ji stood at the door for a while, then went back to the next room to rest.
She sighed inexplicably, extremely dissatisfied with the Song family's behavior and with Song Shiting's arbitrary arrangements during this period.
However, she couldn't blame Song Shiting. She still respected her daughter's wishes. As long as her daughter could accept it, she could accept it too.
The next morning, Lin Yufang brought fish head soup and came over with Song Xingming.
Ruan Qingling had just given birth and was very weak at the time, so she needed nutritional supplements.
Lin Yufang said, "The fish head soup was made this morning, so it's perfect to drink it now."
Seeing her mother-in-law looking at her cautiously, Ruan Qingling didn't say anything.
She had previously distanced herself from him because she suspected that the child in her womb was not Song Shiting's.
Whether for one's own good or for other reasons, relationships between people ultimately cannot be analyzed too deeply; once you do, you'll find them incredibly boring.
Song Xingming asked, "Have you decided on names for the three children yet?"
Ruan Qingling lowered her head and drank the fish head soup without answering.
Song Shiting said, "Not yet."
Lin Yufang was eager to know and quickly asked, "Have you thought of a name yet?"
Especially the boys; these are the male members of the Song family.
Song Shiting said, "There's no rush to choose a name. Let's think about it slowly."
Lin Yufang said, "Last night, your dad and I thought of some names. Take a look and see if they're suitable. If not, they can be used as nicknames."
Song Shiting said, "Then write it down first, and we can refer to it later."
The three children were born from Ruan Qingling's own life-threatening struggle, and Song Shiting would respect Ruan Qingling's opinion on what names to give them.
Lin Yufang nodded and said, "Yes, it's good to write it down. It's good to have more options and come up with more names for the child before making a final decision."
She took out a set of papers she had prepared beforehand from her pocket, placed them on the table, and said, "You can discuss this when you have time."
Song Shiting simply nodded and didn't say anything more.
Ruan Qingling had finished her bowl of fish head soup and placed it on the table.
She didn't even look at the name. Right now, all she wants to do is quickly wash her hair.
I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.
Lin Yufang also wanted to discuss the discharge from the hospital. She said, "Your father and I have made preparations at home. If we don't have enough help when we go back, we'll hire a postpartum nanny."
She was a little cautious when she said this, because she was worried that Song Ji would be unhappy. Sure enough, Song Ji said immediately after hearing this, "A Ling, go home as soon as you are discharged from the hospital. Your father has already prepared rooms for the three children, and the cribs are also ready."
"After all, the child has always been at home, and is quite familiar with the environment when he goes back."
Lin Yufang then said, "Before, when Shi Ting wasn't home, A Ling stayed at her parents' house, which wasn't a problem. But now that Shi Ting is back, it's not good for her to stay at her parents' house all the time."
Song Ji asked, "I agree, what's wrong with that?"
Lin Yufang quickly said, "That's not what I meant. Of course, neither of our families would have any objection to A-Ling and the child living there, but what will outsiders think and what will they think?"
Song Ji snorted. She didn't want to argue with Lin Yufang in front of her daughter, and only said, "What outsiders think is not important to me. Have they been helping my daughter suffer all this time?"
As a mother, nothing is more heartbreaking than the loss of her own flesh and blood.
Ruan Qingling was a piece of her own flesh and blood, but she failed to take good care of her.
After bringing Ruan Qingling back, all she could think about was making it up to her daughter.
Therefore, if Lin Yufang dared to suggest taking the person back at this time, she would definitely object.
Lin Yufang frowned and said, "It wouldn't make sense not to go back."
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