When they got home, he carefully protected her from the moment he got out of the car, afraid that she might bump into something or get hurt, which made Song Qingyou both laugh and cry.
However, she didn't know that this was just the beginning.
From that day on, Fu Wenzhou entered a state of high alert, covering up all sharp objects in the house. He had heard that pregnant women are prone to emotional instability and that they should be given more companionship, so he spent a lot of time by her side every day.
Even when Song Qingyou, Yan Miao, and Jiang Xun went out shopping together, he couldn't wait to go with them.
He had already started decorating the children's room when the baby was only three months old.
As Song Qingyou's belly grew bigger day by day, Fu Wenzhou was worried that she would have pregnancy symptoms. However, Song Qingyou ate well and gained weight in a short period of time.
On the contrary, Fu Wenzhou vomited everything he ate; he was experiencing pregnancy symptoms.
Instead of being angry, he was happy, relieved that it wasn't his Youyou who had to suffer.
Ten months into her pregnancy, Song Qingyou's water broke on a morning when the first snow fell.
She was quickly taken to the delivery room, and Fu Wenzhou, after changing into a sterile gown, went in with her.
Two hours later, Song Qingyou gave birth to a baby girl.
When she was wheeled out, her face was ashen and sallow.
Fu Wenzhou's expression was even more unpleasant than hers.
At first glance, it looked as if he were the one giving birth, his whole body was soaked in sweat, and his handsome face was as pale as paper.
As soon as he left the delivery room, he handed the baby to Yan Miao.
He himself had just been by Song Qingyou's side, holding her hand the whole time.
Song Qingyou gave a weak smile.
The man's hands were trembling.
He looked even more frightened than he was.
She felt both sorry for him and amused.
He was Fu Wenzhou, who used to be fearless.
She hooked her arm around his, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
In her hazy consciousness, she heard a man's deep voice: "Youyou".
Song Qingyou sensed the unease in the man's tone, but before she was fully awake, she instinctively replied, "I'm fine."
Fu Wenzhou held her slightly cool hand tightly and kissed it.
Song Qingyou asked with her eyes closed, "Where's the child?"
Yan Miao quickly took the child and placed him next to her.
Song Qingyou felt the baby beside her and opened her eyes to take a look.
The little guy was all red, but very clean, and his features were exactly like Fu Wenzhou's.
Her little face was scrunched up, just like Fu Wenzhou's sullen expression.
It slept quietly without making a sound.
Song Qingyou was instantly wide awake, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the little guy.
"Is she a bit old-fashioned?"
Yan Miao chuckled beside her: "All newborn babies are like this. Do you think they're all like my brother's son, who cried nonstop from the moment he was born?"
Song Qingyou looked embarrassed.
Jiang Xun is a real troublemaker.
Fu Wenzhou liked the child more and more as he looked at him, and now his eyes were full of smiles. "It's good that he's quiet. He has the same temperament as you."
Song Qingyou didn't want her child to be like her. Children should be lively; what's so good about being like her?
It was lifeless.
A month later, Song Qingyou was discharged from the hospital.
Fu Wenzhou held a full-month celebration to commemorate the arrival of the little one.
To avoid causing Song Qingyou any trouble, the banquet was held at home, with only close relatives and friends invited, but it was still quite lively.
On the day of the baby's full moon celebration, Jiang Xun and Yan Miao both brought their child.
Jiang Xun's son can already walk. He toddled over to Song Qingyou with his short legs. He likes this aunt the most.
Every time he saw Song Qingyou, he would cling to her and wouldn't let go.
At this moment, a pair of small hands gripped her clothes tightly, trying hard to see the little sister in her arms, calling out "sister" in a soft and sweet voice.
Song Qingyou smiled and lowered her body. Yan Miao teased from the side, "Little Yan, you'd better protect your little sister from now on."
Before he could finish speaking, Young Master Yan suddenly kissed the little guy on the cheek with a loud smack, and then giggled.
Fu Wenzhou's expression changed, and he immediately lifted him up: "Yan Ruoan! Stay away from my darling!"
He tossed the child directly to Yan Shaoqin, his face as black as the bottom of a pot: "Keep an eye on your son!"
He himself wouldn't even kiss his own daughter, yet this brat got to take advantage of her.
That father and son in the Yan family are really something else. The older one used to have his eye on his daughter Youyou, and now the younger one is trying to seduce his precious daughter. He'll definitely have to tell his daughter to stay away from people with the surname Yan from now on!
Yan Miao joked, "President Fu, since Xiao Yan likes the baby so much, why don't we arrange a marriage between our children?"
Fu Wenzhou scoffed, "Dream on."
Yan Xiaobao struggled to move closer to Song Qingyou, but Yan Shaoqin slapped him on the butt with a dark face.
"That's all the ambition you have."
A group of people were joking around when Fu Nan rushed in.
He went straight to Song Qingyou and said, "Madam, someone from the Tang family has arrived."
Song Qingyou's eyes flickered: "Please invite them in."
Only two people from the Tang family came: Tang Hanyan and Tang's father.
As soon as Tang Hanyan came in, she started playing with the children and chatted enthusiastically with Jiang Xun and the others.
Mr. Tang approached Song Qingyou, who nodded to him: "Mr. Tang."
Mr. Tang was somewhat disappointed, but he didn't show it. He stepped forward, said some auspicious words, and presented the little girl with a jade pendant.
A hint of surprise flashed across Song Qingyou's eyes, and she politely thanked her.
Tang Hanyan leaned in and whispered in her ear, "After my dad found out you had a baby, he kept wanting to come and see you, but he wasn't worried you'd be upset. When he learned you invited me to your baby's one-month celebration, he hasn't stopped thinking about what gift to give the little girl. This jade is our family heirloom. You have no idea how happy he was when you asked me to invite him along."
Seeing Tang's father awkwardly rubbing his hands, his eyes fixed on the little one in her arms, Song Qingyou felt a slight stirring in her heart.
In the past two years, she has been in more and more frequent contact with Tang Hanyan. Everyone knows about her background, but no one from the Tang family has bothered her.
"Mr. Tang," she said with a smile, "would you like to hold the child?"
Mr. Tang was taken aback when Song Qingyou had already placed the child in his arms.
He held the baby carefully, staring at the little one in his arms, growing more and more fond of him.
Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou exchanged a glance. The latter put his arm around her shoulder and lowered his head to place a kiss on her forehead.
In Tang's father's arms, the little girl everyone was looking forward to smiled gently, perhaps dreaming.
Mr. Tang said happily, "The old folks say that when a child laughs, it's because the Goddess of Fertility is teasing her."
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly and said to Song Qingyou, "Now you can rest assured, our darling isn't a dullard who can't laugh."
Song Qingyou leaned against him, her heart overflowing with happiness.
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