Chapter 1156 The Birth of a Child

Pei Ziheng looked at their names a few more times before putting down his pen in satisfaction.

He raised his head and said to Xia Ling, "Okay." He wanted to go over and help her.

Unexpectedly, Xia Ling refused to give in: "It's not healed yet! There is still my son!"

Pei Ziheng: "...We will create a family tree for our son after he is born, be good."

Pei Zhenyuan felt uncomfortable when she finally entered the family tree. Seeing that Pei Ziheng spoke so tactfully, he couldn't help but respond to her: "Why should such a young child be included in the family tree? It's crazy! Who knows if your son can live past the age of three? According to our family’s rules, children must be over three years old before they can be included in the family tree!”

It is a rule shared by many wealthy families for many generations that children who die young are not included in the family tree.

Xia Ling was angry: "You can't live to be three years old! Your whole family... no, your household registration book... no, in short, you can't live to be three years old!" She almost scolded the whole family.

The Pei family members around them looked intolerable, and the quarrel between the old and the young was eye-opening. Is it any different from children playing house?

Pei Ziheng looked at her holding her stomach and arguing with others in a funny way, and was annoyed that Pei Zhenyuan said that his son would not live to be three years old, so he raised his hand to pick up the ink-soaked brush again and said, "Make an exception. "The movements were as smooth as clouds and water, and the child's name was quickly added.

Pei Zhenyuan was so angry that he burst into flames: "How dare you, Pei Ziheng! You broke the clan rules!"

Pei Ziheng looked at him with pressure in his eyes: "Uncle, how old do you think my son can live?"

This was a very tricky question. Pei Zhenyuan couldn't curse the child to die young in front of his ancestors. He would be struck by lightning from the sky. But he was not willing to accept Pei Ziheng's disregard for the clan rules, and was so angry that he didn't know what to do.

However, Xia Ling still grinned at him: "My son will definitely live longer than you!... Ouch!"

He cried out in pain again.

Pei Ziheng said nothing this time and refused to let her continue to quarrel here. He picked her up without any explanation, strode into the car that was waiting not far outside the ancestral hall, and went straight to the hospital.

The birth process was chaotic. Xia Ling felt like she was dying of pain. She only knew to keep inhaling, exhaling, and exerting force according to the voices of the doctors and nurses... It seemed as if a hundred thousand years had passed when she suddenly heard something in her ears. There was a loud cry of a baby, and then the nurse's delighted voice: "Congratulations, Mrs. Pei, you are a healthy boy!"

She finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a slumber from exhaustion.

When she woke up, Pei Ziheng was sitting beside the bed, holding her hand with one hand and looking gentle.

She looked at him for several seconds before her eyes gradually focused. If her body wasn't still aching, she would have suspected that everything she had experienced before was just a dream. She asked him weakly, "how is the baby?"

There was a hint of smile in Pei Ziheng's always dark eyes: "The baby is very good. The nurse bathed him and took good care of him in a special baby room. I'll have someone bring him to show you."

Then, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message.

Xia Ling looked at him: "Why don't you go to accompany him?"

Zhou's mother had told her a lot about giving birth to children before, and she mentioned implicitly and explicitly that many fathers of newborns would be too happy and novel, and would spend far more time teasing the baby than spending time with their confinement wife.

Zhou's mother was kind-hearted, fearing that she would be left out after giving birth. She was also unprepared and prone to depression.

Now it seems that this worry is superfluous.

Sure enough, Pei Ziheng said to her softly: "I will accompany you."

Thousands of words are melted in these three words.

The corners of Xia Ling's lips raised slightly, and suddenly she heard Pei Ziheng say: "Why are you crying?" He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I heard from the older generation that you can't cry during confinement, as it will hurt your body. ."

Only then did she realize that she was crying and blushing slightly.

She was moved. She started following him when she was 12 years old, and walked through the turbulent waves step by step until today, and finally achieved enlightenment... Even if she gave birth to a child, he still doted on her so much. In this life, I have no regrets.

While thinking this way, I saw the door of the ward opened.

A young nurse wearing a pink nurse uniform came in, holding a small baby in her arms. She walked to them with a smile and said, "Two, the baby is here."

Xia Ling looked sideways at the little guy and saw that he was wrinkled, his small eyes were still tightly closed, and there were shallow fleshy dimples on his small fists. He was so cute. He slept peacefully in his swaddling clothes, neither crying nor fussing.

The nurse said: "The baby is so well-behaved. He is a blessing at first glance."

Xia Ling was very happy when she heard that, and smiled sweetly. "I want to hug him," she said.

The nurse carefully bent down, put the baby into her arms, and showed her how to hold it.

Xia Ling was a little timid at first. The little one was so delicate. For fear of breaking it, the tenderness in her heart flowed naturally as she held her. It seemed that women all have the talent to be mothers, and they could adjust it in detail without the guidance of a nurse. Hugging makes the child more comfortable. The little guy felt his mother's heartbeat, and he didn't know what she was singing.

The nurse jokingly said, "He likes Mom very much."

Xia Ling smiled even sweeter and turned to look at Pei Ziheng, "Tell me, is he like me or you?"

Pei Ziheng also looked over, his expression a little serious, and it took him a long time to say, "Of course boys are like me."

The nurse pursed her lips and smiled. In fact, what can a child who is less than a few hours old see? They all look alike, like ugly monkeys. However, Mr. Pei really loves children, and he is engrossed in watching them.

Xia Ling's eyes flashed. After becoming a mother, she seemed to be much softer and more beautiful. She was no longer the arrogant and indulgent person she used to be, but gentle and quiet so that people could relax. She asked Pei Ziheng: "Do you want to hug him?"

Pei Ziheng still sullenly said, "No need."

The nurse laughed at the side again. Although Mr. Pei is so serious, he actually looks like holding a baby, right? From an angle that Mrs. Pei couldn't see, his hands were trembling slightly from nervousness.

Xia Ling didn't notice anything wrong with him, she couldn't put it down holding the baby, coaxing and coaxing, then she raised her head and said to Pei Ziheng, "Then why don't you pet him?"

Pei Ziheng hesitated and reached out his hand carefully. The usually so powerful man was as at a loss as a fledgling boy. His somewhat rough fingers touched the baby's tender skin. He was startled and reflexively retracted. He paused for several seconds before tentatively touching it again.

The baby's skin is as delicate as a flower, just like his little Ling, which makes people linger.

He felt the delicate touch, how amazing life is, how wonderful it feels to be a father.

The little nurse in the pink nurse uniform smiled and backed out at some point.

Xia Ling turned sideways, leaned into his arms, and teased the baby with him for a while, then she seemed to remember something: "By the way, what name did you give the child in the genealogy?"

"Pei Shaoye." Pei Ziheng said without thinking.

"What?" Xia Ling glared at him unhappily, "You actually gave our baby such an ugly name?"

"What's so ugly?" Pei Ziheng was also unhappy.

"I don't care, it's just ugly!" Her arrogant temper returned, pestering him to make trouble for no reason.

Pei Ziheng just smiled, and said calmly: "You are the one who insisted on publishing the genealogy, how can you change it now? I told you to do it later, but you didn't listen."

"You still blame me?!" Xia Ling was so wronged that she wanted to bite him.

He smiled and kissed her.

She was still angry, she hugged the child and turned sideways: "Hmph, I won't give you a kiss."

Pei Ziheng hugged her from behind, smelled the faint fragrance of milk on her body, and said in a good voice: "What's the trouble? Why is it so unpleasant? Shaoye, inheriting the family business, always spurs him to work hard and make progress, and is always vigilant. Regarding his identity, other people want them to respect and obey him, to work hard for him, and not dare to make mistakes."