Chen Yun was dizzy after hearing the word "Dad" and he waved his hands quickly.
This person not only has a good appearance, but also has a good character and knows how to respect his elders.
The child is teachable.
"No, no, no, just call me by my name. It sounds better to me."
Pei Zhiting readily changed his words, "Uncle Chen."
My mother-in-law's second marriage is a good one, much better than that Zhao...what...
"Why."
Chen Yun responded and became more and more satisfied with his son-in-law. He knew how to judge the situation. Not bad, not bad.
"Take good care of Jiaojiao. If I find out that you dare to do something wrong to Jiaojiao, I will definitely break your legs."
Pei Zhiting looked down at the long, straight legs and prayed silently for them, hoping that they would never be broken.
"bite……"
The elevator opened, and Lin Qingrou and Zhao Hairong walked out first, followed by Zhao Ruoxue carrying gifts.
Pei Zhiting stretched out a long leg and blocked their way. "You are not welcome here. Please go back."
Zhao Hairong was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Do you know who I am? I am Song Xijiao's father."
Who gave him the face to become Jiaojiao's father? Is he worthy? He dares to acknowledge him, but Jiaojiao doesn't!
"Do you have any sense of being a father? If you really treated Jiaojiao as your daughter, you would have left her to fend for herself for over a decade without any care."
"This Miss Zhao is only one year younger than Jiaojiao. You cheated on my mother-in-law while she was in confinement. How dare you say you are Jiaojiao's father?"
Pei Zhiting's mouth has always been merciless. After his words, not only did Zhao Hairong's face turn purple with anger, but Zhao Ruoxue and Lin Qingrou's faces also looked unhappy.
The hospital was bustling with people, and some people had already noticed the commotion here.
Lin Qingrou was the first to react, and she tugged at Zhao Hairong's sleeve.
Zhao Hairong knew that he was in the wrong and did not dare to speak out. He came here just to repair his father-daughter relationship with Song Xijiao. After all, she was now Pei Zhiting's wife. If he could get close to her, Huarong Group would definitely move to a higher level.
If things get too awkward, it will make future meetings awkward.
It's time to act like a loving father.
"How is Jiaojiao now? Is she feeling better?"
Pei Zhiting sneered, "Jiaojiao is fine now, don't worry about her."
In the ward, Song Xijiao heard every noise outside clearly. She clutched the bed sheet tightly and tried her best to endure it, but her body still couldn't help shaking.
Song Hua comforted her and covered her with a quilt. That dead man not only came by himself, but he even brought the mother and daughter with him. Did he really think she was dead?
"Jiaojiao, have a good rest. Mommy will go out and take a look."
Song Xijiao grabbed the corner of Song Hua's clothes and said, "Mom, don't go. I don't want to see them."
Song Hua patted the back of her hand and said, "Don't worry, Mommy is not going to open the door for them. Mommy is going out to see if Pei Zhiting can protect you. If he can't even protect you, Mommy will never let you marry him again."
She opened the door angrily and saw Pei Zhiting blocking the door and confronting Zhao Hairong.
"Mom, why did you come out?" Pei Zhiting hurriedly supported Song Hua, fearing that she would accidentally hurt herself.
"I'm fine."
She turned to look at Zhao Hairong and glared at him.
"Zhao Hairong, who gave you the courage to disturb Jiaojiao? You, such a heartless man, actually dared to appear in front of me. What? Do you think that we, mother and daughter, are easy to bully?"
Zhao Hairong had never seen Song Hua's aggressive side. In his impression, Song Hua had always been gentle and homely, always obedient to him.
Seeing that Zhao Hairong was at a disadvantage, Lin Qingrou quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Sister Song, don't be angry. We are all doing this for Jiaojiao's own good. How is Jiaojiao now? Is she feeling better?"
Bah, she wasn't doing this for Song Xijiao's own good, she was just doing this for the Zhao family's business.
Song Hua didn't give any face at all, "Jiaojiao is fine, there's no need for you to worry about her. If you have any conscience, don't bother her anymore and let her take good care of herself after the baby is born."
"But Jiaojiao is Hairong's daughter after all. It's only natural for us to take care of her." Lin Qingrou still wanted to struggle.
"Oh."
Song Hua sneered, "Your daughter is Zhao Ruoxue, and I only have Jiaojiao as my daughter. Who the hell is Zhao Hairong? How could he be Jiaojiao's father?"
Zhao Hairong felt sore and immediately became anxious, "Why am I not worthy? I'm her father."
"Have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father? You don't even know when her birthday is. How can you be her father?"
Zhao Hairong, this bastard, only cares about interests. To him, whoever can bring him benefits is his good daughter.
"I..." Zhao Hairong really didn't know Song Xijiao's birthday. Over the years, he had never cared about her.
More and more people gathered around, pointing and talking at them. Zhao Hairong had never suffered such humiliation before. His face turned pale and blue, which was very exciting.
"You bitch, I won't argue with you."
He threw up his sleeves and left angrily.
Lin Qingrou and Zhao Ruoxue hurriedly followed, and the farce came to an end.
Song Hua and Chen Yun accompanied Song Xijiao for lunch, held Doudou for a while, and said they would come to accompany her again tomorrow before leaving reluctantly.
Pei Zhiting cut all his nails, soaked his hands in warm water mixed with disinfectant, washed them carefully several times, and then dried them in a dryer to make sure there were no bacteria on his hands before he dared to touch Jiaojiao.
He first washed it with warm water, then disinfected it with iodine. Even the gauze used to bandage the wound was specially made so as not to cause Jiaojiao any pain.
"Is it scary?"
"No, Jiaojiao is not injured. She is still as perfect as before."
"You lied to me. I looked it up online and it said childbirth would involve a lot of bleeding and could even cause tearing, requiring more than a dozen stitches. I..."
"Jiaojiao, that was someone else, not you. I said no, and if you don't believe me, I'll show you in the mirror, okay?"
"No." She didn't want to see the blood down there.
"Jiaojiao, don't listen to the nonsense those people on the Internet say. They are not doctors and what they say is not authoritative. You have to believe me. If I say there is no such thing, it means there is no such thing." Pei Zhiting patiently comforted her.
Song Xijiao buried her head in the pillow and said nothing.
Pei Zhiting looked at the red mole on the back of her neck and his lips dropped.
Pei Hetong took her out to play. At that time, Pei Zhiting used his identity as the second master of the Pei family for the first time and sent Pei Hetong away when he was about to do something strange to her.
Just once, he thought.
He knew they would one day make it to the final step.
But he still wanted that day to come slower and slower.
Better yet, never come.
But he saw that Song Xijiao's love for Pei Hetong was growing day by day, and she had even planned to go to the same university as Pei Hetong.
That day finally came.
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