Hard work after winning the lottery

daughter?

Is it really a daughter?

His elite brain circuits, which he hadn't even had time to switch back to, suddenly crashed, leaving only three words in his mind: I have a daughter!

Hua Yun looked as if she had just been pulled from the water; her hair was disheveled and plastered to her scalp, and her face was as pale as paper. She struggled to turn her head, her eyelids feeling as heavy as lead, but she still forced them open a crack.

In my line of sight, the little pink dumpling was being held by the midwife.

It was all wrinkled, like a little monkey just released from its cage.

The little one had her eyes closed, her mouth wide open, and her two tiny, bright red fists were flailing wildly in the air, as if declaring her dominance over the world. A pink identification band with information written on it had already been quickly strapped to her ankle by the nurse.

"So ugly..."

Hua Yun weakly muttered a complaint, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, and tears slid down her cheeks and into the pillow.

Zhou Yanjin didn't hear this complaint; he was facing the biggest challenge of his life—cutting the umbilical cord.

"Mr. Zhou, come, this is a sacred moment." The doctor handed over a pair of medical scissors, his eyes carrying a hint of teasing. "Cut this umbilical cord connecting the baby to the mother, and the child will be an independent individual."

Zhou Yanjin reached out her hand tremblingly.

He, the dignified head of the Zhou Group, usually signs contracts worth hundreds of billions without batting an eye; a pen in his hand is like a stabilizing force. But now, this small pair of scissors in his hand feels as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Mr. Zhou, don't shake, aim carefully before cutting," the nurse kindly reminded him. "At this rate, I'm afraid you'll end up with some fancy haircuts for the child."

Zhou Yanjin took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and pressed her trembling right wrist hard with her other hand.

"Click".

The sound of metal colliding was subtle and crisp.

It was cut off.

Zhou Yanjin's sterile gown was soaked with sweat. He looked at the scissors and felt an urge to enshrine them.

The nurses quickly cleaned the baby, wrapped him in a soft baby blanket, and then carefully placed him on Hua Yun's chest for her first intimate contact after giving birth.

Warm.

This is my first impression of Huayun.

The tiny, soft bundle nestled against her chest, and its originally deafening cries miraculously ceased the moment it came into contact with its mother's body heat, turning into soft, gentle whimpers.

Hua Yun looked down at the little creature in her arms.

Suddenly, a huge wave of bitterness and grievance, mixed with happiness, surged into my heart without warning.

She remembered when she gave birth to triplets.

And now.

Her hand was held tightly by Zhou Yanjin, and the whole family was guarding outside the door, with her newborn daughter nestled in her arms.

"Waaah..."

Hua Yun couldn't hold back her tears, which streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat on her forehead. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether they tasted salty or bitter.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?"

Zhou Yanjin panicked instantly. Ignoring his weak legs, he rushed over and clumsily wiped away her tears with his fingertips. "Wife, does your wound hurt? Doctor! Doctor, please come and take a look!"

"It doesn't hurt..." Hua Yun sniffed, her voice hoarse and trembling with tears.

Zhou Yanjin felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly, the pain suffocating him. He leaned down, his forehead pressed against Hua Yun's, his voice choked with emotion:

"I'm sorry I'm late. It will never happen again. My daughter, my three rascals, and I are a family, and we'll always be together."

He looked down at the little guy nestled on Hua Yun's chest.

The little guy quieted down now, and tried to open his eyes a crack. Although his black grape-like eyes were not yet focused, their outlines were exactly the same as Hua Yun's.

"Yunyun, look," Zhou Yanjin stretched out a finger and touched the baby's thin eyelids with extreme care and gentleness, "Her eyes are like yours. Look at these eyelashes, so long, and the slight upturn at the corners of her eyes, just like when you glare at me when you're angry."

Hua Yun burst into laughter through her tears, weakly rolling her eyes: "Am I that fierce?"

"Not fierce, beautiful. The most beautiful."

Zhou Yanjin's survival instinct and her idealistic attitude were at their peak at this moment.

After two hours of observation in the delivery room, all indicators were normal.

At 11:30 a.m., Hua Yun and her child were ushered into the luxurious VIP suite on the top floor, which had been prepared in advance.

The enormous floor-to-ceiling windows let in the abundant autumn sunlight of City A, while the blinds sliced ​​the light into gentle beams that spilled onto the expensive solid wood floors. A faint scent of milk and flowers filled the air, and the temperature control system kept the room at a comfortable 26 degrees Celsius.

Hua Yun was so exhausted that she fell asleep.

Zhou Yanjin stood guard by the bedside, like a statue gazing at his wife, his eyes never leaving the mother and daughter.

Just then, the door was gently and very slowly pushed open a crack.

Three furtive little heads peeked in, like a human pyramid.

At the bottom is Si'an, in the middle is Si'tao, and at the top, standing on tiptoe and clinging to the door frame, is Sile.

"Shh-"

Si'an, the eldest brother, put a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, his expression as serious as if he were on some kind of secret agent mission. "Mom is asleep, so be quiet, don't scare your little sister away."

"My sister isn't a bird, how could she fly away?" Si Tao muttered softly, but her movements were extremely light.

Three little dumplings, dressed in matching dinosaur hoodies, tiptoed, held their breath, and silently floated to the side of the crib.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yanjin's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and a gentle smile curved his lips. He didn't stop them, but simply waved them over.

The three little ones immediately surrounded the pink crib.

Inside the bed, the little baby wrapped in a pink blanket was sleeping soundly, his little mouth occasionally twitching as if savoring some delicious amniotic fluid.

"Wow……"

Sisi couldn't help but let out a very soft gasp, her eyes widening like saucers, "She's so small!"

"Is this my little sister?" Si Tao leaned in closest, her usually mischievous face now filled with curiosity and caution. Her voice was so soft, as if she were afraid of scattering dandelion seeds. "Daddy, why is she all wrinkled? Did she soak in there for too long?"

Zhou Yanjin chuckled and lowered her voice: "They all look like this when they're first born. They'll grow into their prettier forms in a couple of days, just like their mothers."

"Oh—" Sitao nodded as if she understood, "It's good to look like Mom, but it would be too fierce to look like Dad."

Zhou Yanjin: "..." This son is no longer safe.

At this moment, Si'an, who had been silent all along, was staring intently at her younger sister.

His eyes held a maturity and gentleness beyond his years.

He slowly and tentatively extended his right index finger, gently approaching his sister's small hand that was outside the blanket.

The instant his fingers touched his sister's palm.

A miracle happened.

The baby, who was sleeping, seemed to sense something. His tiny fingers suddenly clenched, and although he didn't use much force, he accurately and firmly hooked Si'an's index finger.

At that moment, Si'an froze completely.

It felt like being struck by an electric current.