"A boy or a girl?"

As soon as the nurse showed her head, before she could even open her mouth, she was surrounded by the people waiting outside the delivery room.

"Mother and child are safe, congratulations, it's a big fat boy, 6.7 jin."

Zhao Yun arrived at the hospital to accompany the birth three days in advance and had already become familiar with the medical staff in the obstetrics and gynecology department. The nurse congratulated him while handing the swaddling clothes to him.

"Here, hold your son. The mother is still cleaning up inside. She'll have to observe for a while after she's done."

After the nurse finished her explanation, she turned around and went back to the delivery room. Zhao Yun, holding her son, was instantly surrounded by Zhao Dafa and others.

"This boy is really good-looking. He will definitely be as strong as our Xiaoyun in the future."

"My nose is like my sister-in-law's, and my mouth is like Brother Yun's, hehe."

Zhao Yun looked at the wrinkled and red baby in his arms, and his tears could not be stopped and flowed out.

He has a son now, woooooo…

He's become a father now, woooooo...

…

When Pei Ziheng received the call from Zhao Yun announcing the good news, he was in Taiwan Province negotiating a chip procurement cooperation with a total value of over 1 billion.

Upon learning that Ren Jingshu and her child were safe and that Zhao Yun had a son, Pei Ziheng sent his congratulations and told Zhao Yun two sets of Hong Kong stock codes.

"Buy before the market closes today, no more than 10 million per share, and sell them all before the market closes tomorrow. The money you make will be my gift to you."

Zhao Yun asked in a panic, "What if we lose money?"

"It's your bad luck."

“…”

You are truly my brother!

…

Zhao Yun made 10 million from the two Hong Kong stocks. After withdrawing the money, he immediately deposited it into Ren Jingshu's bank account.

With such a large sum of money, Ren Jingshu naturally wanted to know where it came from.

Zhao Yun explained: "It's a gift from Ziheng to us."

“That’s too much.”

"It's okay. He has too much money to spend by himself. We can help him spend some of it and consider it a good deed."

Ren Jingshu couldn't help laughing, "It's really a blessing for him to have a 'good brother' like you."

"That's not good."

From the nursery next door came the sound of a baby crying.

Ren Jingshu didn't have time to chat with Zhao Yun anymore, and said anxiously: "Xinxin seems to be awake, bring him over."

Zhao Yun squatted in front of her and said seriously: "Breastfeeding will affect your recovery. Let him eat milk powder from now on."

Ren Jingshu looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Zhao Yun explained: "Don't worry, I bought all imported milk powder, which is as nutritious as breast milk. Your main task now is to take good care of your body and return to work as soon as possible. The child will be taken care of by me and the nanny, so you don't have to worry about anything."

It was hard for Ren Jingshu not to be moved to tears by her husband's understanding and support.

"Thank you, husband."

Zhao Yun placed his forehead against hers affectionately and said gently, "I should be the one thanking you. Thank you for marrying me, thank you for giving birth to a lovely baby for us, and thank you for giving me a complete family."

Zhao Yun's son was named Zhao Xinhao.

Zhao Xinhao's full moon banquet was held in a newly built five-star hotel in Fengcheng. There were hundreds of tables and it was very lively.

The lounge is a business suite, and outside is a reception room that can accommodate forty or fifty people. It is also equipped with a large bedroom for Ren Jingshu and her son to rest and breastfeed.

When Shen Mingzhu went in, it was bustling inside.

In addition to the relatives and friends of the Zhao and Ren families, there were also many women from the upper class who had close ties with the Zhao family, surrounding Shen Hongmei and Ren Jingshu, mother and son, like stars in the crowd.

After all, the Zhao family is no longer what it used to be, and is now one of the top real estate leaders in Fengcheng.

Shen Mingzhu did not go forward to join in the fun. She found a seat and sat down, drinking tea and chatting with the person next to her.

After chatting for a while, Jia Yuemei appeared from nowhere and sat down opposite Shen Mingzhu.

With money in hand, Jia Yuemei's dress taste also improved. She wore her hair in a Chinese bun, a set of gold and pearl jewelry, and a ginger-yellow Chanel-style dress. She looked like a noble lady, but she gave herself away as soon as she opened her mouth: "Xiaoxiaoxiao, little sister, you, you, you, what are you doing sitting here? Why don't you go hug the child?"

Shen Mingzhu teased lightly: "Your throat can't be cured?"

Jia Yuemei touched her throat, looking a little embarrassed, "It can be cured. It can be cured."

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Shen Mingzhu drank her tea in silence, but the middle-aged woman next to her, probably wanting to do her a favor, enthusiastically introduced an old Chinese doctor who could treat stuttering to Jia Yuemei.

Speaking of Jia Yuemei's stuttering, it all started with the wedding of Zhao Yun and Ren Jingshu.

She got her tongue pricked by a broken needle while eating braised pork, and her vocal cords were accidentally injured when she went to the hospital for treatment. The hospital was very responsible and not only promised to cover all subsequent treatment expenses, but also compensated Jia Yuemei an additional 20,000 yuan.

At that time, Jia Yuemei was quite happy and felt that she had made a profit.

But after the vocal cords were healed, he developed stuttering.

Jia Yuemei believed that the hospital was responsible and demanded compensation of RMB 500,000. However, the hospital used the original settlement agreement to shirk responsibility. Currently, the two parties are still engaged in a lawsuit.

…

The full moon banquet lasted until 9:30 in the evening.

When they came, everyone drove their own cars, but the father and son drank a lot of wine at the party, so when they went back, the four of them rode in the same car.

The father and son sat in the back seat, Pei Tang sat in the passenger seat, and Shen Mingzhu drove.

Although the front and rear windows were open, the car was still filled with the smell of alcohol, which made Pei Tang cover her nostrils with her fingers in disgust, but it did not stop her from chattering all the way.

Sometimes they talked about Jia Yuemei's stuttering, sometimes they praised Zhao Xinhao Yuxue for being adorable, and also commented on tonight's dishes.

Speaking of Zhao Xinhao, Pei Yang teased his son, "You and Xiaoyun have been good friends since childhood. He's already a father, and you're not a child anymore. When can you bring a girlfriend home for us to see?"

"When your company's market value reaches ten figures, then you can come and control me."

“…”

In front of his wife and daughter, Pei Yang felt a little embarrassed and snorted coldly: "I am your father, why can't I control you? When I go back, I will ask your mother to find you a few girls of the same social status, and you can take time to look at them."

"Dad, you are too overbearing. What era is this? You still want to arrange a marriage?!"

Pei Tang in the front row was the first to express his dissatisfaction and protest.

Pei Yang replied: "What's wrong with an arranged marriage? Your mother and I had an arranged marriage. We got married on the first day we met. Shouldn't we be living happily now?"

Pei Tang turned around and asked Shen Mingzhu: "Mom, if you were given another chance to choose, would you still choose to marry my dad?"

"You can make a fuss, but don't drag me into this."

The carriage was filled with the arguments between father and daughter, but Shen Mingzhu's thoughts were brought back to the day when she first met Pei Yang with the cool night breeze.

If she had been conscious at the time, she would not have gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get married with a strange man.

But there is a saying that goes, marriage is based on impulse, and people who are too sober cannot get married.

If you ask her if she regrets it, her answer is no. (End of this chapter)