My baby is two and a half years old. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk!

Shen Wanning sat on the living room sofa, quietly watching the brother and sister embracing and playing on the carpet, arguing one second and making up the next. Her gentle gaze softened slightly, and her thoughts drifted back to the day Lu Ziguan was born.

In the blink of an eye, the little one has grown up so much. He's already a little tagalong who fights with his sister for snacks, causes trouble and sabotages things, gets beaten up and clings to her while acting cute.

The scene of their first meeting is still vividly etched in everyone's minds, both funny and heartwarming.

When Shen Wanning was pregnant with Lu Ziguan, both families took care of her closely, pampering her like a precious treasure and not wanting her to suffer even the slightest grievance.

Top-tier private nutritionists, dedicated prenatal care doctors, and rehabilitation nursing teams are practically permanent residents of Lujia.

Three meals a day are strictly balanced with nutrition, and a dedicated person follows up on all aspects of the pregnancy, including rest, prenatal check-ups, and fetal health, with meticulous attention to detail.

Thanks to the comprehensive and meticulous care, Shen Wanning's entire pregnancy was smooth and peaceful, without the torment of severe morning sickness, and her delivery was exceptionally smooth.

Others endure labor pains for more than ten hours during childbirth, suffering immense hardship.

She gave birth to a healthy Lu Ziguan smoothly in just half an hour, which can be considered a truly easy delivery.

Even though they knew the delivery was going smoothly, everyone in both families was still incredibly nervous, their hearts pounding the whole time, and they dared not leave the hospital for even a moment.

Le Bao, who was attending kindergarten that day, was urgently picked up from school by his family's driver and taken straight to the hospital.

The little child sat in the car, bewildered, and felt inexplicably flustered as he looked at the adults' serious and tense expressions.

Upon arriving at the operating room, I saw the tightly closed door, the elders pacing back and forth, and the solemn expressions of the crowd.

The little one's fear was amplified instantly, and he could no longer hold back, opening his little mouth and bursting into tears.

A loud, aggrieved cry echoed in the quiet corridor, particularly heart-wrenching.

But at this crucial moment, Shen Shilan, the uncle who loves to watch the drama unfold, caused trouble on the spot.

He moved closer to Le Bao, whose face was flushed from crying, and deliberately lowered his voice to earnestly try to persuade the little girl:

"Le Bao, don't cry. It's all your dad's fault that your mom is inside!"

He seemed to have forgotten that he made the same mistake two months ago.

Young Le Bao couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood, and instantly believed his uncle's provocative words.

She immediately stopped crying, her face still wet with tears, and turned away angrily.

With her short, thin legs, she rushed to Lu Chenyue, who was standing by the wall with a tense face, and kicked his trouser leg and instep several times.

Her movements were cute and fierce yet clumsy, but full of anger; at such a young age, she already knew how to "seek justice" for her mother.

Xiang Jiahui, who was standing outside the operating room, was anxious and worried about her daughter's safety.

Seeing her son still causing trouble and stirring things up, she instantly found an outlet for her anger.

She raised her hand and precisely grabbed Shen Shilan's ear, twisting it slightly to pull the grinning man aside, glaring at him with annoyance:

"Come here! Stop talking nonsense, it's annoying to look at you!"

Shen Shilan immediately backed down, covered his ears and dared not utter another sound, obediently standing in the corner to reflect on his actions.

After dealing with her mischievous son, Xiang Jia Hui immediately turned around, bent down, and picked up Le Bao, who was still sobbing in grievance.

Gently patting her back and softly comforting her:

"Okay, sweetie, your uncle was just kidding, it was all a lie. Daddy was worried about Mommy too, look, Daddy's crying."

Xiang Jiahui didn't utter a single lie.

At this moment, Lu Chenyue's eyes were truly red, and he secretly shed tears.

He stood straight in front of the operating room door, his back stiff, his hands clenched tightly together, his fingertips white.

He could hear his wife's suppressed cries of pain coming intermittently from the operating room, each sound hitting his heart and tugging at his emotions.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the time when Shen Wanning gave birth to Le Bao.

At that time, she had no family members by her side. How helpless and miserable she must have felt.

Le Bao nestled in her grandmother's arms, her face still wet with tears. She innocently raised her little head and followed her grandmother's gaze to look at her father.

The father, who was usually upright and always calm and composed, had red eyes and his lower lip was bitten so hard that it turned white, as he tried his best to control his emotions.

He stared intently at the operating room door, his gaze anxious and uneasy, his whole being shrouded in unease and tension.

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, with a "click," the operating room door finally slowly opened from the inside.

The attending physician was the first to come out.

The people waiting at the door rushed forward instantly. No one cared about the newborn. Everyone asked in unison about Shen Wanning's condition.

"Doctor, how is my daughter?"

"How is the mother? Did it go smoothly? Is everything alright?"

Hearing the doctor smile and say that the mother's delivery went smoothly, her physical condition was good, and there was no damage.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after a long period of anxiety, and then inquired about the child's condition.

Amidst the chaos of the crowd, Lu Chenyue paid no attention to the newborn and rushed to the bedside, carefully taking Shen Wanning's slightly cool hand in his.

Looking at his wife, pale and weak on the hospital bed, and remembering the hardships she had endured during her two childbirths, he could no longer hold back his emotions.

A man who is usually decisive and ruthless and rarely sheds tears suddenly bursts into tears, streaming down his face without warning, looking both disheveled and deeply affectionate.

Shen Wanning weakly opened her eyes, looking at the man in front of her who was shedding tears. She was somewhat surprised, and gently wiped away the tears from his cheeks, her voice carrying a faint smile:

"Lu Chenyue, are you crying?"

Although it was meant as a joke, his eyes were full of peace and warmth.

"Waaaaah, Mommy, is the mud not right?"

Little Le Bao squeezed past the crowd blocking the bed and crawled under Lu Chenyue's arm.

The little girl clung to the edge of the bed, her big, wet eyes fixed on her mother on the hospital bed, her face still wet with tears and full of worry.

"Mommy's okay, baby, don't be afraid."

Shen Wanning gently raised her hand, lightly patted her daughter's head, and softly comforted her.

"Mom is just a little tired, she'll be fine after a rest."

She understands children's minds too well. Le Bao had just cried in panic the whole way, and he must be feeling uneasy and insecure.

To distract the little one and prevent her from continuing to dwell on her anxiety and fear, Shen Wanning smiled and softly suggested:

"Would you like to see your little brother? Didn't you always say you wanted a little brother?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiang Jiahui immediately understood and carefully took the newborn baby from the swaddling clothes.

She walked gently to Le Bao, slowly handed it over, and softly instructed him:

"Sweetie, hold him gently, slowly, this is your little brother."

Le Bao instantly stiffened, his limbs stretched straight, and he remained motionless, even his breathing became cautious, and he dared not move at all.

She stood obediently in place, letting her grandmother carefully adjust her posture and place the tiny swaddled baby in her arms.

After finally managing to hold her younger brother securely, Le Bao held her breath, slowly lowered her head, and curiously peered into the swaddling clothes.

The next second, the little girl's pupils dilated slightly, her face full of surprise.

Hey!

This wrinkled, red, ugly thing with its eyes half-closed—was the little brother she had been longing for?

Newborn babies have red, wrinkled skin, and their eyebrows and eyes haven't fully developed yet. They are tiny, curled up, and look quite wrinkled, which is certainly not considered pretty.

Le Bao was so frightened that his body stiffened abruptly, and his arm instinctively rose up, almost throwing the little brother in his arms out of his hands.

Fortunately, Xiang Jiahui held the baby steadily at the bottom of the swaddle and quickly stabilized the little one, thus avoiding this "accident".

Le Bao's eyes widened, her face showing undisguised disgust. She spoke in a clear, innocent voice, her words surprisingly insightful:

"Mommy, he's so ugly, he looks like a little monkey!"

Lu Ziguan, a soft, newly-born infant in swaddling clothes: ? ? ?

Who is he? Where is he?