[Chapter 137 Chapter 138 Gloomy and Autistic Childhood Sweetheart vs. Sunny and Chatty Childhood Sweetheart 18]
Sang's mother was thrown into prison. Seeing her being taken away with his own eyes, Sang Nian felt as if something was opened deep in his heart.
"Let's go, Nian Nian, let's go home."
Wen Shinian stood up and extended his hand towards him.
Sang Nian slowly raised his hand, held the warm hand, and a smile bloomed on his face.
He held her tightly, and with this grip, he would belong to her completely for the rest of his life.
And the shackles buried deep in his heart were also released along with the disappearance of Sang's mother.
Three years later.
Wen Zian, the eldest son of the Wen family, finally found a wife.
On the second day after their marriage, Wen Shinian was about to give birth.
Because the attack occurred suddenly in the middle of the night, when she was sent to the hospital, Sang Nian even wore the wrong shoes.
He stood trembling at the door, looking at the delivery room with red eyes, his heart hanging on the sharp spikes.
Whenever there was any bad news from Wen Shinian, his heart would drop.
It was not until half an hour after Wen Shinian entered the delivery room that Sang Nian suddenly remembered that he had not yet notified his family.
His hands were shaking, and he searched his pockets for a long time before he took out his cell phone.
The call was about to go through when he belatedly realized that he couldn't speak.
He pursed his lips, hung up the phone, and sent a message.
As for whether Zhao Qing and the others could see it, Sang Nian didn't care at all.
He held his phone and resumed his surveillance.
About half an hour later, Zhao Qing and the others also hurried over.
Wen Zian rushed over first, and when he saw Sang Nian looking a little embarrassed, he suppressed the question he was about to ask.
He lowered his head to look at Sang Nian, and his eyes fell on the shoes of different styles on his feet, and he naturally looked away.
He turned around and gave instructions to the driver who came with him. The driver nodded and left.
Zhao Qing hadn't even caught her breath yet when Wen Rong was carrying her as she ran forward.
He came to Sang Nian and asked worriedly.
"How long has Nian Nian been in there?"
Sang Nian barely came back to his senses and made a sign to Zhao Qing.
"An hour?"
Sangnian nodded.
Seeing that Sang Nian's face was extremely pale, Zhao Qing couldn't help but hide her worry and spoke to comfort him first.
"Don't worry too much, Nian Nian will be fine. Just sit down and rest for a while."
Sang Nian shook his head and stood there unwilling to move a step.
Until Zhao Qing said, "If you don't rest well now, how will you take care of Nian Nian if she comes out later?"
Only then did Sang Nian move his feet softly and sit on the chair next to him.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet and no one spoke for a while.
Until the driver came up with a box.
He handed the box to Wen Zian, who then handed it to Sang Nian.
"Put them on. I'll recite them to you later. Once you have your shoes on, you can help take care of others."
Sang Nian took it with both hands, held it in his hand for a while, and then silently thanked Wen Zian.
Wen Zian curled his lips and raised his chin, pretending to be impatient.
"What are you thanking me for? I just want you to take better care of my sister."
Sang Nian looked at Wen Zian quietly for a few seconds, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
He opened the box and put on the shoes, only to find that they were the perfect size.
He couldn't help but look at Wen Zian for a few seconds.
Wen Zian raised his head and stared at the door of the delivery room, not noticing his gaze.
Another hour later, the tightly closed door finally opened.
The nurse came out holding the swaddled baby.
Sang Nian jumped out like a little cannonball, rushed to the nurse, and held up the words he had typed early.
How is my wife?
Nurse: "Don't worry, the mother is fine. Also, congratulations, it's a son."
Sang Nian glanced at the boy, but his expression was not very happy.
He lowered his head and typed quickly on his phone, then raised it again.
[Is there anything wrong with the child? Can he speak?]
As the nurse finished examining the baby, the baby in her arms opened its mouth and let out a loud cry.
He seemed to be responding to his father.
Sang Nian's pupils flickered, and as his vision blurred, he smiled with relief.
That’s great, his and Nian Nian’s child is healthy.
"Hug your son." Zhao Qing stepped forward and spoke to him gently, as if she didn't see Sang Nian's red eyes.
Sang Nian shook his head silently, pointed inside, then took the child from the nurse's arms and handed it to Zhao Qing.
Zhao Qing understood Sang Nian's hint and said nothing more.
She skillfully held the child and coaxed him. The crying baby gradually stopped crying and fell asleep again with smacking his lips.
Wen Rong and Wen Zian stood beside Zhao Qing, teasing the baby from time to time while waiting for Wen Shinian to speak.
Wen Rong: "This child's eyebrows look like Nian Nian."
Zhao Qing's eyes curved. "Isn't there an old saying that sons resemble their mothers and daughters their fathers? This child's facial features are very similar to Nian Nian, but her nose and mouth are more like Sang Nian."
Sangnian, who was standing in front of them, twitched his ears.
After a while, he couldn't resist his curiosity and rubbed against Zhao Qing, glancing at the son in her arms several times.
He tried hard to see the similarity that Zhao Qing and the others mentioned, but after looking at it, he just thought the child was ugly and didn't look like him and Wen Shinian at all.
After looking at it for a few times, he lost his curiosity and continued to wait for Wen Shi to read it out.
It didn't take too long. After Wen Shinian observed that there was no problem, he was pushed out by the nurse.
She was in pretty good condition and was still awake when she was pushed out.
When Sang Nian saw her, he immediately ran up to her and held her hand.
Wen Shinian smiled at him, "Have you seen your son?"
Sang Nian nodded and said, "Nian Nian, does it hurt?"
"Don't worry, it won't hurt." Wen Shinian squeezed Sang Nian's hand and asked him softly, "How about you? Are you scared?"
Sangnian nodded honestly, but that was not all he wanted to say, he had more to say.
[I was scared, almost scared to death.]
If he wasn't bored at the moment, Wen Shinian would have wanted to pull Sang Nian and give him a big kiss.
It's so cute.
Unable to kiss, she blinked and scratched Sang Nian's palm.
A slight itch spread from the palm of his hand to his heart. Sang Nian couldn't stop laughing, and his face finally looked better.
"Whatever you two want to say, wait until we get back to the ward."
Zhao Qing was the first one who couldn't bear to watch anymore and looked at them with a little helplessness.
Only then did Wen Shinian notice their presence.
"Dad, Mom, Brother, you are all here."
Zhao Qing coaxed the child in her arms and said without even looking up, "You have to come, otherwise my little grandson will be forgotten by his unreliable parents."
Wen Shinian couldn't respond to this.
She smiled and was then pushed back to the ward by the nurse.
After talking to Zhao Qing and the others in the room for a few words, I fell asleep due to exhaustion.
Zhao Qing and the others lowered their voices consciously, gave Sang Nian a few instructions, and left, planning to come back tomorrow.
After the three of them left, Sang Nian breathed a sigh of relief.
He placed his son on the other side of Wen Shinian, and took his place, leaning gently against Wen Shinian.
He leaned over and leaned on Wen Shinian's shoulder, hugged her gently, and when he smelled the soothing scent on her body, his heart finally calmed down.
Fortunately, his Nian Nian is fine.
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The son was named Wen Xuyang.
The reason why he took Wen Shinian's surname was because Sang Nian didn't want his child to have his surname.
For him, being born in the Sang family was the most unfortunate thing in his life.
A gambling and chauvinistic father, a greedy and vicious mother, and grandparents who only know how to suppress their daughter-in-law...all these things have made him sensitive and inferior.
Wen Shinian is everything to him.
She took him away from all this horror, like a ray of sunshine that illuminated his whole world.
Therefore, he also hopes that his and Nian Nian's child can be like Wen Shinian, like the sun, warm and energetic.
"Dad~Dad~Look, this is what I drew~"
Little Xuyang was holding a piece of drawing paper in his little hands. On the white paper was a drawing of a strange-looking family of three.
Those big eyes, similar to his mother's, were dark and bright, and when they looked at him, his shadow was in them.
Sang Nian squatted down, and his son naturally stuck to his arms.
That little mouth is as talkative as his mother's.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? I drew this myself~~"
"This is Piaopiao's mother, this is Guaiguai's father, and this is handsome me~" Wen Xuyang pointed at the people in the painting, and the milky voice was soft and sticky, and it sounded like melted marshmallows in his ears.
Sang Nian's gaze turned and fell on his son's rosy lips.
His brows became more gentle, and he rubbed his head with his palms.
"That's great."
Wen Xuyang looked up at him, and his chubby little hands touched Sang Nian's neck.
"Dad, does it hurt?"
Sang Nian grabbed his hand, smiled and shook his head.
He has never felt any pain here, or maybe it has always been painful.
But it doesn't matter at all now.
Because he has a special medicine.
Sang Nian picked up his son and picked up his painting as well.
The two returned to the room.
Wen Xuyang kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, lay down beside the pillow, and called out to the person on the bed in a low voice.
"Mom, the sun is shining on Pipi, wake up bird~"
Sang Nian walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The sunlight immediately sneaked in, shining between the beds and enveloping the mother and son on the bed.
"Mom~~~~get up... Ouch!"
Wen Xuyang stuck his butt out and continued to scream, and the next second, Wen Shinian grabbed him and pulled him into his arms.
"I'll take you away from Mom! Mom's gonna eat me!"
"Hahahaha! Mommy ate Yangyang~ Daddy, help!!"
Wen Xuyang smiled in Wen Shinian's arms, his eyes narrowed with a smile.
I was so excited that I couldn't even stop my saliva from flowing out.
Wen Shinian pretended to be disgusted, "You little rascal, you're drooling and dirty. Mommy won't eat it anymore."
Wen Xuyang pouted, wiped the saliva from the corner of her lips, twisted her butt and arched into Wen Shinian's arms: "Yangyang is not dirty, mommy is bad, I want to eat~"
Wen Shinian smiled and hugged him tightly, and suddenly his side felt heavy.
Sang Nian sat by the bed, stretched out his long arms, and hugged the son in Wen Shinian's arms.
He hugged her and rubbed Wen Shinian's head stickily.
The expressions of father and son were exactly the same.
Wen Shinian was squeezed by the two of them, and his teeth were showing.
The cool-toned room was suddenly warmer than the stove.
And this scenario will continue for a long time in the future.
Until, forever.
(over)
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