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After giving birth, Yu Suihuan felt weak and spent a night in the hospital before finally returning to the Siheyuan. Yang Yi and the Two Grandmas, concerned that the children might disturb her rest, each took one child to care for.
That evening, when Yu Suihuan returned to the spacious bed in her room, she was startled. Before her stood a man with stubble, looking at her with a face full of sorrow.
"Yang Qinghe, you scared me!"
Before Yu Suihuan could continue, Yang Qinghe pulled her into his embrace.
"Do you know how worried I was last night?"
He truly had been worried; he hadn’t slept a wink, and the dark circles under his eyes were proof of that. The man seemed as if he wanted to meld her into his chest.
Feeling Yang Qinghe's tension and concern, Yu Suihuan gently patted his back. "I know, I know. I'm fine now, aren't I? The two little ones are healthy too."
Yang Qinghe relaxed his grip slightly but still held her tightly, as if afraid that if he let go, she would vanish.
"I don’t care about anyone else; I just want you to be safe!"
His voice was low and hoarse as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, murmuring softly. At that moment, it was hard to connect him with the battle-hardened hero who fought fiercely on the battlefield.
"I will be fine; we will all be fine!"
Yang Qinghe nodded and placed a kiss on her forehead before holding her even tighter. They spent the night wrapped in each other's arms, feeling warmth and love.
The next morning, Yu Suihuan was the first to open her eyes.
"Oh no, my neck hurts so much!"
She felt as if her neck was heavy and painful, unable to lift it at all. Just as Yang Qinghe was about to get up to massage her neck, he realized that the arm he had wrapped around Yu Suihuan had gone numb.
"Hiss!"
Both of them gasped in surprise, then laughed at each other's disheveled appearance.
"Yu Suihuan, are you up? Let's eat something!"
Feeling someone knocking at the door, Yu Suihuan quickly said to Yang Qinghe, "I promised Mom I would let you meet, but we can discuss it later. I’ll step out for a moment!"
In the blink of an eye, Yu Suihuan was gone.
Yang Qinghe stared at the empty bed, feeling a sense of loss. His daughter-in-law—he hadn’t even held her enough yet. She spent more time with others every day than she did with him. How frustrating!
Lai Fu muttered quietly to itself; this time it dared not voice any complaints. Yang Qinghe was far more cunning than Yu Suihuan, and it didn’t want to provoke him. Recently, Xiao Xishi had been busy taking care of the baby and hardly paid attention to it, leaving it feeling lonely and cold. That’s why it came over to keep Yang Qinghe company. Perhaps two lonely souls together wouldn’t feel so alone? That’s what it thought.
“Mom, thank you!”
Yang Yi truly had no complaints about her daughter-in-law; ever since she got pregnant, she had been taking care of her with great attention.
“What’s there to thank? This is what I should do! I should be thanking you! You’ve worked hard!”
Yang Yi brought a bowl of chicken soup to Yu Suihuan’s lips.
“Your dad and I got a call yesterday; they said they’ve already set off and should arrive today!”
“Mom, I’ve already told my sister that once Yang Qinghe is feeling better in a few days, we’ll let him come back to reunite with you!”
“Xiao Huan, are you really not lying to Mom?”
“Really not! It’s just that Yang Qinghe can only stay at home for now; I’m afraid…”
This mother understood; as long as Yang Qinghe could come back and stay at home, she wouldn’t let him go out! “Quickly, drink this while it’s hot!”
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