The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

When Jiang Duo finally calmed down from his turbulent emotions, he raised his hand and wiped his face haphazardly with the back of his hand before noticing the baby stroller behind him.

The morning light was already bright, shining obliquely through the gauze curtains, giving the two tiny swaddled babies in the car a fuzzy golden edge.

The nurse was standing to the side organizing the records. When she saw his gaze fall on her, she smiled and explained softly, "To make them easier to tell apart, we wrapped the little sister in a pink cloth, and the little brother in a blue one. Both babies weigh a little over four pounds, which is considered very good for twins."

Jiang Duo walked over, his steps still a little unsteady.

He bent down and took a serious look at his and Youyou's two children for the first time.

They are so small.

Wrapped in a cloth, their skin was red and wrinkled, like two little monkeys.

Their eyes were tightly closed, and their features were squeezed together; they were hardly attractive.

The doctor chuckled, "All newborns are like this, they look wrinkled, but they'll become fair and tender in a few days."

"Come here, let Daddy hug your little sister."

The nurse gently lifted the baby girl in the pink swaddling clothes and showed Jiang Duo where to place his hands.

He stiffly reached out, his movements clumsy, until the light little ball finally settled steadily in his arm, only then did he dare to take a soft breath.

So light.

It was so light it was almost weightless, yet so heavy it made his heart leap into his throat.

He looked down at the wrinkled little face in his arms, trying to find any trace of himself or Youyou.

After looking at it for a long time, he felt it was unfamiliar—the tiny nose, the tiny mouth, the tightly closed eyelids, every part of it was so childish that he was at a loss.

But at that very moment, a strange and intense emotion suddenly welled up from my heart.

"She's so ugly," he thought.

But she is his daughter.

He believed that she would be very beautiful in the future.

Like her mother.

Jiang Duo carried his daughter and walked back to the bedside step by step, kneeling down beside Shen Ci.

"Youyou, look..." His voice was soft and gentle.

Shen Ci turned his head to the side.

She was so tired that she barely had the strength to lift her hand, but she still managed to reach out her index finger and gently touch her daughter's little hand that was sticking out.

The touch was warm and soft, carrying the dampness of a newborn, like a newly blossoming petal gently brushing against her fingertips.

Shen Ci's breath suddenly caught in her throat.

My heart melted completely in that instant.

"Wow--"

At that moment, a loud cry suddenly burst from the crib.

The baby boy in the blue swaddling clothes seemed to sense that his parents' attention had been completely taken over by his little sister. His little face turned red, and he started crying loudly.

The cries were urgent and aggrieved, and they were particularly loud in the quiet hospital room.

"Oh dear, our little man is jealous."

Ling Shuyun smiled and walked over quickly. With the help of the nurse, she carefully picked up the baby boy and gently patted him.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Grandma will hold you."

She carried the baby to the other side of Shen Ci, leaned down slightly, and let the baby's face get close to Shen Ci's shoulder.

Amazingly, when the tiny swaddled baby was close to its mother's scent and smelled that familiar aroma, the crying actually subsided.

He pursed his lips, sniffling, and unconsciously nudged his head towards Shen Ci.

Shen Ci turned her head slightly, looking at her daughter and then at her son.

Two tiny lives, one pink and one blue, quietly stayed by her side.

Morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, gently filling the entire ward.

She saw Jiang Duo kneeling by the bed, his eyes still red, but with a smile on his lips, staring intently at his daughter in his arms.

Seeing Ling Shuyun holding her son, her eyes were filled with loving smiles;

Seeing Jiang Hexuan standing not far away, his usually cold and stern features were now incredibly gentle;

Seeing Shen Xiaoming and Aunt Lin standing at the foot of the bed, Aunt Lin was secretly wiping the corner of her eye with a handkerchief, while her father gently put his arm around her shoulder;

Seeing Xie Shuyun leaning to the side, he winked at her and mouthed, "Congratulations."

Shen Ci gently closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again.

She felt truly happy.

Outside the window, the cherry blossoms in April are in full bloom. When the wind blows, the pink and white petals of the trees flutter down, covering the entire spring.

Not long after Shen Ci finished her postpartum confinement, she plunged back into her studies and research.

Fortunately, I have strong support at home.

The nannies took meticulous care of the two children, changing diapers, soothing them to sleep, and feeding them, all in an orderly manner.

Ling Shuyun would come over almost every day and stay for the whole day, holding this one and playing with that one, her eyes full of unwavering love.

Jiang Hexuan is now semi-retired and has plenty of time, but he always feels that the two little ones have stolen his wife's heart, so he comes over every day, sits by and watches, and occasionally interjects a few sarcastic remarks, which makes Ling Shuyun both laugh and cry.

As evening fell, the house gradually quieted down.

Shen Ci sat on the edge of the bed, the breast pump making a rhythmic, soft sound.

Her milk supply wasn't very abundant, and her two babies mainly relied on formula for nutrition. The breast pump was mainly used to help clear engorgement and prevent discomfort.

She lowered her eyelashes, looking somewhat weary, but at that moment she keenly sensed a burning gaze falling upon her.

She looked up and met Jiang Duo's gaze.

I don't know when he came in, but he just leaned against the door frame, looking over with a deep gaze.

After two months of rest, Shen Ci's waist has returned to its original shape, slender and supple. Only her chest is fuller than before her pregnancy, with her loungewear outlining a full curve.

She felt a little uncomfortable under that gaze, turned her head away, and her ear tips turned red.

She knew it in her heart.

From the day she became pregnant, this person had remained a vegetarian.

They shared a bed at night, and occasionally, when he couldn't bear it any longer, he would find other ways to satisfy his cravings, but he never dared to actually touch her.

His desires have always been strong; they used to be intimate almost every night. But now, for her and the child, he has forced himself to suppress them for so long, which is truly admirable.

Shen Ci bit her lip, her heart softening slightly.

"...Come here."

Her voice was soft, yet it was enough to set off a wildfire.

In the latter half of the night, Shen Ci really regretted it.

She shouldn't have pitied him.

That bit of leniency was like flipping a switch, making him increasingly demanding.

At first, he knew to restrain himself, moving slowly and kissing cautiously. But later he completely let go, pinning her against the headboard and kissing her deeply and intensely.

Shen Ci tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the pillow. His hot breath fell on her neck, and his voice was hoarse: "Youyou, just bear with it a little longer... I'll be gentler."

Lightweight.

Shen Ci's eyes were red from his teasing, she was both ashamed and angry, but she had no strength and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her sweaty forehead repeatedly, his voice tinged with a languid contentment: "You've worked hard, my wife."

Shen Ci was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to glare at him. She just found a comfortable position in his arms and mumbled sleepily, "...If I show you any mercy next time, I'll be a fool."

Jiang Duo chuckled softly and hugged her even tighter.