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Chapter 79 Whose Surname Should the Child Take?
"Thank you, Master."

Qiao Nian politely thanked them, withdrew her hand, and chatted with her master and mistress.

Lu Xiao, who had been busy (and showing off) outside, returned to find his master and the others had brought him so many eggs. He invited them to his home for dinner that evening.

However, both Li Ruihua and Wang Xueqin refused.

"Let's talk about it after you've finished reciting it."

"Wait until the baby is a month old."

They knew that the most important thing for the Lu family right now was taking care of Qiao Nian, who had just given birth, and their two newborn children.

They won't go and cause trouble.

In Li Ruihua's words, meals can be eaten anytime, but the newborn and the mother in their postpartum period must be taken good care of.

Since the couple was so polite, Lu Xiao and his family didn't insist.

Qiao Nian was still weak, so Li Ruihua and the others didn't stay there for long.

I sat for a while and then went back.

Lu Xiao told Nian Yunci to go home and rest for a while, and to come back in the evening.

He can take care of the children and his wife here without any problems.

Qiao Nian also felt sorry for her mother who came in the middle of the night and hadn't had a proper rest yet.

"Dad, Mom, you go back to sleep for a while. We'll bring you dinner when we make it tonight."

She's only staying in the hospital for two days. We'll send her food tonight, and she should be discharged and go home tomorrow afternoon.

Although Nian Yunci was worried about her daughter and child, her son-in-law was a reliable person, and with him around, she didn't need to worry so much.

Besides, she and her husband are indeed not young anymore, so it would be good for them to go back and rest for a while.

"it is good."

"If anything happens, you should send someone back to fetch your parents."

"it is good."

My parents went back too.

Lu Xiao closed the door and sat back down by the bedside.

He looked at the two babies in the crib, then at his wife on the bed.

"Niannian, does it still hurt?"

Lu Xiao held her hand and asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Tell me if it hurts."

"Ah."

“I called home, and Mom told me to rest well, not to think about anything, and not to overwork myself.”

The couple spoke in hushed tones for a while, and then Lu Xiao told Qiao Nian to rest.

With him here watching over the children, nothing will happen.

Qiao Nian gave a soft "hmm" and slowly closed her eyes.

She stayed in the hospital for one night, and the next day, Lu Xiao asked for leave from work and came back to take care of her.

Qiao Niancai was discharged from the hospital and returned home in the afternoon.

As soon as I got home, my neighbor, Old Mrs. Song, brought me twelve eggs.

Qiao Nian rested on the kang (a heated brick bed), with two small swaddled babies placed inside.

Grandma Song came in, glanced at the child, and then went out into the courtyard.

The child is still young, and the adults are very weak, so it's not good for visitors to stay inside and disturb the child and adults' rest.

Grandma Song was talking to her mother, and occasionally the clucking of the chickens that Lu Xiao had just bought could be heard from the backyard.

Qiao Nian is very sleepy.

Even though it's daytime, she can sleep like the dead of night.

During the hot weather in her postpartum period, Nian Yunci always made Qiao Nian wear a hat and wouldn't let her wash her hair. If she wanted to take a bath, she could only barely wipe her body.

Qiao Nian felt that her body was about to stink.

But no matter what, her mother wouldn't let her wash it.

When Lu Xiao returned, she tried to coax him into softening his heart and persuading his mother, but Lu Xiao was unusually resolute this time.

I held her and comforted her, trying not to make her angry.

"I smell terrible."

Qiao Nian stretched out her arm, her nose and eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

Lu Xiao didn't think so at all.

He kissed her on the cheek.

"Smells good."

Qiao Nian...

There's really no other way.

As Qiao Nian eagerly awaited each day, forty days finally arrived.

She's finally out of confinement. She can finally get a proper bath from head to toe.

After the postpartum period, the baby was much bigger than when she was born, and her facial features had become more defined, making her look very pleasing.

Qiao Nian discussed naming the children with Lu Xiao, and Lu Xiao suggested that one of the children take her surname.

Qiao Nian sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), listening to Lu Xiao's words, and she found it somewhat amusing.

"What are you doing?"

"Why should the child take my surname?"

"No, Niannian, don't misunderstand. I mean, you're my parents' only child, but we have me and my brother in our family..."

Lu Xiao was worried that Qiao Nian would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.

Tell her not to overthink it.

There is absolutely no other meaning behind letting the child take her surname.

Qiao Nian clicked her tongue and pinched the man's cheek. "I thought you felt that the children weren't yours, so you didn't want them to take your surname."

"Comrade Qiao Nian."

Lu Xiao sternly reprimanded his wife, telling her not to say anything out of line.

Qiao Nian was quite happy after being cheeky.

"You really never had any doubts?"

Ultimately, she was still somewhat insecure.

Lu Xiao let go of her, picked up the child, and said, "Look, isn't it the exact same face?"

Even if he were foolish, he couldn't possibly doubt his wife or his own eyes.

The two children look almost exactly like him, if not exactly.

If it were someone else's child, would they look so much like him?

Furthermore, it's impossible for Niannian to fall in love with another man behind his back, let alone do such things with other men.

Qiao Nian hummed and gave Lu Xiao a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Awesome."

During her postpartum period, she ate and drank very well every day and stayed indoors all day without doing anything, so she gained weight quickly.

Nestled in Lu Xiao's arms, soft and fragrant, she stirred his desire.

"Niannian, don't provoke me."

"what?"

Qiao Nian pretended not to understand.

Lu Xiao was so angry that his teeth itched. He lowered his head, cupped her face, and kissed her lips hard a few times.

Qiao Nian let out a low groan in pain and quickly begged for mercy.

Lu Xiao then released her.

The corners of her eyes are a little red.

"I can't bear to rest any longer."

Qiao Nian...

She glared at the man, telling him to watch the child while she went to see what her mother was making.

Now that I'm out of confinement, I can move around freely.

Lu Xiao looked at his wife walking quickly and told her to slow down and not walk so fast.

"Watch out, you might fall."

"I'm not a child."

Qiao Nian turned her head and answered, then continued to leave.

Although she hasn't gone back to work after her postpartum period, Qiao Nian is still very happy. She takes care of the baby with her mother every day and waits for her father and Lu Xiao to come home from get off work.

As for the children's names, they all ultimately chose the surname Lu.

Qiao Nian didn't care that their surname was Qiao, her father didn't care, and her mother cared even less.

In their view, as long as their bloodline continues, that's all that matters. What the child's surname is or whose surname he takes is not that important.

And another very important point is that she is very worried that the siblings' relationship will be bad if the two children have different surnames.

So it's best to just let them all take their father's surname.

The older brother's name is Lu Zihe, and the younger sister's name is Lu Zijun.

They are all very nice-sounding names.

It was named by Qiao Guowen.

The parents in Beijing also really liked these two names.

Time seems to fly by after the baby gets a name.

But in the blink of an eye, it's already the end of the year, and it's December again with heavy snow.

The two babies are seven months old.

They were already able to sit up on the kang (a heated brick bed), their chubby hands clutching the rattle drum that their grandmother had sent.