When Li Luchuan arrived at the hospital, he received a call from Li Qingyuan, who said, "Let me tell you, that woman surnamed Xiang is already married and has a child with someone else. You're rushing over there without considering your own reputation or mine."
"What, what face do you have?"
“If you don’t listen to me, I can pay the penalty for breach of contract and terminate the contract.”
"If you're so capable, try terminating the contract. I guarantee your new favorite won't be able to become the third wife of the Li family, and she won't be able to cross the threshold of the Li family."
"You unfilial son!"
Li Luchuan hung up the phone and rushed upstairs. Even Li Gao was confused. "President Li, you offended the chairman because of this."
"Do you think I can be a loving father and son to him just because I don't offend him?"
As I stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the delivery room, I could see the Xiang family waiting outside from afar.
Li Luchuan slowly stepped forward. Inside the delivery room, Xiang Nanzhi tightly gripped Shen Shixun's hand, sweat pouring down her face.
The woman's sobs were hoarse, and soon after, the sound of a child crying could be heard.
Li Luchuan stopped in his tracks. He always seemed to arrive too late, always just one step too late.
He was the one who met her first, so he shouldn't have gone back. But if he didn't go back, how could he keep the entire Li Ran from falling into the hands of outsiders?
"President Li..."
"It's right here, I'm not going any further."
It's fine to just watch from afar.
Li Gao didn't speak, but stood quietly behind him. "Li Gao, should I have come back a little earlier?"
"If I had been able to come back in time to stop the damage when her affair with Song Ze was all over the news, she would never have met Shen Shixun, and we would never have ended up like this."
Xiang Nanzhi was exhausted after giving birth. Looking at the light above her head, she reached out and touched the baby's pink little feet. She looked at Shen Shixun's profile on the computer screen and slowly closed her eyes.
Under the light, the child in front of him was only the size of his two hands. He spread out his two big palms, and the child, like a frog, kicked around with his four legs rolled up. He had just come into this world and was not used to it, so he cried loudly.
It was a boy, a boy whose face turned red when he cried, a boy with no teeth, crying with his mouth wide open...
Under the lamplight, the man held his child in his arms, feeling a complex mix of emotions.
This is his and Xiang Nanzhi's child.
This is the child who has been in Xiang Nanzhi's belly for so long. He has watched the child grow little by little in Xiang Nanzhi's belly and watched Xiang Nanzhi go from a slender and delicate young lady to a wife who has borne him children.
The fairest thing about life is that no matter how it begins, it does not affect the arrival of new life.
The man lowered his head and handed the child to the doctor. Xiang Nanzhi's tear stains were still wet; she had truly fainted from the pain.
When Shen Shixun came out carrying the child, the hospital director also arrived. "Congratulations, President Xiang. Mother and child are safe and sound. Miss Xiang is doing well."
He accepted the gift with both hands, grinning from ear to ear, "Great...great."
Give me the child.
Xiang Zhengyi almost burst into tears, his eyes glistening with tears. "Jingyi, do you see this? This is a child from our Xiang family."
"Yes, Dad, a child of the Xiang family."
"She looks really good."
"The eyes are similar."
Four grown men were surrounding a child.
It was already evening, and the hospital corridor lights were exceptionally bright. Shen Shixun's mind went blank, and he felt as if a pair of eyes were watching him from the shadows.
He looked in that direction and saw Li Luchuan.
The moment Li Luchuan realized that Shen Shixun had seen him, he turned and left. Li Gao, who was behind him, couldn't help but turn around and look again before striding after Li Luchuan.
"This is Zhizhi's child. What should we name him? Jingyi... what do you suggest?"
"You chose our names, but I'm not good at that, so you should do it."
"I'm not good-looking, so my nickname is Ugly."
Xiang Zhengyi and Xiang Jingyi looked at Xiang Ciyuan simultaneously. He was certainly happy, but it was also true that the child wasn't good-looking. He wasn't fair-skinned at all; he was all pink and chubby, and his face was red. When he cried, he looked like a little old man, and he even had forehead wrinkles...
"Get lost, what are you spouting nonsense for?"
Xiang Zhengyi threw down his cane and said, "This is my grandson. He is the first child of our Xiang family generation."
Without any prior notice, Jiang Yao arrived late, only to find this scene of clothing and hear Xiang Zhengyi's words.
Xiang Ciyuan saw her, but only glanced at her briefly before looking away.
Jiang Yao felt a little awkward and found a place to sit down a bit further away.
"Shen Shixun".
Xiang Zhengyi then began to settle scores with him, saying, "Don't think that just because the child was born safely, I won't bother you anymore."
He held the child before sitting down. "I'm asking you, how did Zhizhi fall? How could a perfectly healthy person fall on a construction site?"
"It's my problem."
"Of course it's your problem."
Xiang Zhengyi looked at him and said, "You're a grown man, yet you don't seem to know how to behave. I acknowledge your character, but I will not allow you to be so presumptuous and forget your place."
"I wouldn't dare."
He never forgot his position.
He didn't think he was so insignificant; he remained optimistic and positive, living each day peacefully.
The people around him were all working hard to make a living, just like him. His original goal was to earn enough money to treat his mother's illness, buy more cattle and sheep when he returned home, and live a free and unrestrained life on the grassland.
Until one day, he met Xiang Nanzhi, a woman who was clearly not as strong as him, yet could trample on him at will.
Then one day, she stopped being so unfriendly to him and began to sympathize with him.
Xiang Nanzhi told him that he was pitiful, that he had no father and had never been to school, and that he did very dirty, tiring and hard work.
Is it dirty? Is it tiring? Is it hard work? He didn't feel that way at all.
She told him not to feel inferior.
He said he didn't think so; he thought his life was good, better than many people's.
She looked at him with a more sympathetic gaze, a gaze that seemed to question, to pity, questioning whether he really thought that way, or whether he was deceiving himself; because deep down she felt sorry for him, and that pity came involuntarily.
She said she would give him a good life, but he felt his life was good enough.
She said it could be better, and she would make him happier.
But when the happiness he had enjoyed became a thing of the past, and when the warm and soft woman in his arms might no longer be his possession, he recalled the words he had spoken to her in the past. Although he still did not feel sorry for himself, he felt pathetic.
It turns out his life was so pathetic.
"Now that the child has been born, you should go back to where you belong."
"Jing Yi..."
Xiang Zhengyi stood up, holding the child, and threw a card at Jingyi. "I won't hold this against you anymore, but that doesn't mean I'll forgive you. You can leave now!"
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