Chapter 463 Confrontation

The little nurse came over and introduced the child's condition to her: "Mrs. Pei, although the baby was a little thin when he was born, he has been raised well these days and his physical condition is very stable, except for some problems with his blood type."

"What's the problem?" Xia Ling asked.

The little nurse said, "Madam, you have blood type A, so Mr. Pei must have a rare blood type. The baby's blood type inherited from his father, which is the very rare MNSSU type. You must take extra care at ordinary times. If you are injured or lose too much blood , it is difficult to get timely blood transfusion.”

Xia Ling's heart skipped a beat.

I remembered that I once heard someone say that Li Lei did have a rare blood type.

She didn't expect that her child would inherit this. Li Lei had many high-quality genes, but inheriting such a blood type was not considered lucky. This blood type is too dangerous. She just hopes that the baby will be safe. She was holding her child with mixed emotions.

The little nurse is still warning: "Be sure to pay attention to protection."

Xia Ling nodded and thanked her for the reminder.

Feng Kun learned that she had given birth to a son and came to visit her in the hospital.

He brought a lot of old clothes for the baby and said: "These are Baijia clothes worn by other children. They are popular and should be worn by newborns. The newborns will be able to feed them easily. I have disinfected all these clothes. For you."

There is a folk legend that children wearing Baijia clothes are easy to feed.

Originally, Zhou's mother also begged for a lot of Baijiayi for her. Unfortunately, after the last abortion pill incident, Xia Ling no longer trusted Zhou's mother and refused to use the things Zhou's mother gave her.

Now, after receiving the Baijiayi that Feng Kun asked for, Xia Ling is very grateful: "Thank you."

"Why are you so polite between you and me?" Feng Kun smiled, "Let me see the baby."

Xia Ling carefully held the child to him. The little baby in her arms was sleeping peacefully, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, not knowing what she was dreaming about, with a sweet look on her face.

Xia Ling smiled: "He is quite well-behaved. He pretends to be sensible when he knows there are guests coming. You don't know how troublesome he usually is. He cries when he feels slightly uncomfortable. His sleep is light and he has to be coaxed all the time. On."

Feng Kun laughed and praised: "Little clever guy."

"Isn't that right?" Xia Ling also smiled, "I hope he can be like his father in the future..." She wanted to say that he was as smart as his father, but she held back in the middle of the sentence. Thinking of the man far away, she felt slightly melancholy. .

Feng Kun noticed her emotions and changed the topic: "This child was born in winter. You have to be careful to keep it warm and raise it carefully."

Xia Ling nodded and retracted her thoughts.

"The doctor said..." She hesitated for a moment, and she could only say this to Feng Kun, "The child has inherited Li Lei's rare blood type, and he should not suffer excessive blood loss due to bumps in the future."

Feng Kun was a little surprised and pondered, "In that case, you should let the child return to Li Lei. Both father and son have rare blood types, so they can take care of each other if they are together."

Xia Ling hesitated, but what Feng Kun said was indeed true. When father and son are together, each other has an extra layer of insurance, and their life safety can be guaranteed. But, "What if Li Lei finds out that I gave him a son and comes to me again, asking me to come back to him?"

Feng Kun thought about it again and then smiled, "Xiao Ling, this is a good opportunity."

"What good opportunity?" Xia Ling was confused.

Feng Kun said: "I think Pei Ziheng may not agree with you sending the child back to Li Lei."

Xia Ling didn't understand what Feng Kun meant at first, but Feng Kun explained it to her. Gradually, Xia Ling's eyes lit up.

I stayed in the hospital for some time.

Xia Ling and the child's health were getting better, so they went through the discharge procedures.

On the day they were discharged from the hospital, it was deserted. Apart from Chu Chen, there was only one driver accompanying the mother and son. Even the little nurse couldn't see it and complained: "No matter how busy Mr. Pei is, he should come to pick you up. You just gave birth to a son for him, and he treats you like this. How will he live in the future?"

They originally thought that Pei Ziheng was very protective of Xia Ling, but later, when Xia Ling was hospitalized for a long time, they felt that it was not the case - how could a husband not show up for more than a month when his wife was in confinement for her first child? No matter how much money you give or how many servants you hire, what's the use?

Xia Ling couldn't answer the little nurse's words, so she smiled politely and walked forward with her child in her arms.

Behind him, the young nurses could be heard talking: "Do you think Ye Xingling used some conspiracy to marry Pei Ziheng? Boss Pei was forced to marry his son, so he was so cold to their mother and son? "

"Okay, just stop saying a few words," another young nurse said, "This mother and son are pitiful enough."

These gossips made Xia Ling feel a little desolate.

She held the child in her arms tighter, and couldn't help but wonder if this child was born next to her biological father, would he be well taken care of, and the family of three would enjoy an enviable family life? Gorgeous?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

She got into the Rolls Royce sent by Pei Ziheng and went all the way back home.

The red brick walls of the villa are still exquisite, the streamlined black iron front door cast by famous craftsmen, and the large expanses of lush ivy. The driver opened the car door for Xia Ling. She got out with her child in her arms and walked into this familiar yet unfamiliar home.

"Madam is back!" Zhou's mother came out to welcome her, and when she saw her, a warm smile appeared on her face. "Madam, you have worked hard these days. Are you tired after coming back from the hospital? Come on, give me the young master... the baby," she originally wanted to say, young master, but suddenly remembered that the child was not Pei Ziheng's son, and she changed her words abruptly, "Change hands."

However, Xia Ling glanced at her warily, took a step back, and held her child farther away.

You can't blame her. In fact, the incident of being given the abortion pill during her pregnancy was so painful that she could no longer trust Zhou's mother. Zhou Ma's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, with a stern look on her face.

In the front hall, a tall man walked out and stood on the porch looking at her.

It's Pei Ziheng.

Today, he was wearing a dark sweater and his expression was colder than usual.

He looked at Xia Ling without saying a word. After not seeing her for a month, she had lost weight, her palm-sized face looked even smaller, and her chin was pointed and without any flesh. She was wearing a light off-white long coat, holding her little baby in cotton swaddling clothes, and stood in the courtyard with a vigilant attitude. She looked lonely, as if she would fall over if the wind blew.

He felt agitated in his heart.

"Give the child to Mother Zhou." He ordered.

She was still wary.

Zhou's mother said: "Madam, please just leave the baby to me. You are back, so you can't hold it twenty-four hours a day. Besides, it's winter, the yard is so cold, what if the baby is frozen?" manage."