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"Family? Congratulations, you have twins! You are truly blessed, and your wife is amazing!"
When the nurse handed the baby to Huo Yaojun, the man froze completely. The child was so small that he was afraid to move, fearing he might hurt the baby. If it weren't for Yang Mother, Yang Qingping, and the two grandmothers arriving just in time, Huo Yaojun would have been paralyzed with fear, unable to move a muscle.
"Brother, thank goodness you were here today! If anything happened to Yu Suihuan, I would never forgive myself!" Liu Yingyu recalled, still feeling a sense of dread.
"Yes, Yaojun, you are a great benefactor to our Yang Family!" Yang Mother said, her heart still racing. On her way there, her legs had felt weak with anxiety, but now she felt relieved that both mother and child were safe.
That night, Yu Suihuan spent in the hospital. In the waiting area, Yang Qinghe was pacing anxiously. He worried that Yu Suihuan might be going into labor but felt helpless as he couldn't go in.
"Enough already! How many laps have I walked? I'm getting dizzy!"
Lai Fu shot Yang Qinghe a disdainful glance and couldn't help but retort, "You’re complaining about a chicken leg being gone this week!"
Yang Qinghe shot back in frustration, "Look at how anxious I am! And you’re still joking around!"
Lai Fu fell silent immediately. "Well, what can we do? It’s just how it is."
Once Yu Suihuan arrived, he would definitely apply for an oven. He wanted to roast chicken legs himself and not feel so helpless anymore.
"Oh my! Look at this little girl; she looks just like Yang Qinghe! And the boy resembles Yu Suihuan!" The two grandmothers beamed with joy as they played with the babies, unable to contain their smiles.
Yang Mother and Yang Qingping also joined in the fun, taking turns to hold the children. Thankfully, they had two babies at once; otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough for everyone to hold.
After giving birth, Yu Suihuan felt as if half her life had been drained away. She slept through the afternoon and only woke up later that night.
When she opened her eyes, only Yang Qingping remained by her side.
"Yu Suihuan, you're awake? Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat."
Yang Qingping immediately brought over a food container filled with millet porridge, sweetened with brown sugar.
"This porridge is still warm. Do you want to drink a little? There’s also chicken soup, but Grandma said it might be too greasy for you, so it’s better to have some porridge! Come on, open your mouth!"
Yang Qingping helped Yu Suihuan sit up, eager to feed her.
"Sister, I can do it myself!"
Yu Suihuan felt embarrassed; she had hands and feet and didn’t want to be fed like a child.
"Oh come on, why are you being so polite with me? Have you forgotten I’m family? You’re a great contributor to our Yang family, so it’s only right for me to take care of you!"
With such insistence from Yang Qingping, Yu Suihuan felt she couldn’t refuse and obediently let her feed her.
"Sister, I know it’s not easy for you. Carrying a child is tough, and with Yang Qinghe not around… I really feel bad for you!"
Yang Qingping sighed and continued to spoon small amounts of porridge into Yu Suihuan's mouth.
"Sister, I'm not suffering. Yang Qinghe is here with me! Once I get out of the hospital in a few days, I’ll make sure he reunites with all of you!"
It wasn’t that she didn’t want them to reunite; it was just that Yang Qinghe had been injured and was only just starting to recover. She couldn’t bear to let them meet under such circumstances.
"Yu Suihuan, are you serious? You’re not joking with me?"
Yang Qingping looked at Yu Suihuan with a mix of belief and skepticism. After all, such an unbelievable situation was hard to accept.
"Sister, I swear it’s true. Yang Qinghe has been recovering from his injuries; he just started getting better recently. Otherwise, I would have had him come see you all much sooner!"
Seeing that Yu Suihuan was serious and not joking around, Yang Qingping nodded thoughtfully.
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