The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Zhou Huaijin bent down, reached out, and carefully lifted the child. Although the book explained how to hold a child, he was still stiff and clumsy in practice. No matter how he put his hands in the right position, the child was wrong. The child twisted in his arms, and he was too nervous to move.

His two mothers were there to teach him step by step.

"Use this hand to support it, yes—"

"Oh dear, baby, this is Daddy!"

He awkwardly adjusted his posture and finally managed to hold the soft little thing firmly in his arms.

The baby's eyes were closed, wearing a small blue hat, with a few strands of soft baby hair peeking out from underneath. Having just finished nursing, the little mouth was still unconsciously smacking, as if savoring something in a dream, before letting out a small yawn.

Zhou's mother then handed him another one, a pink hat, a pink blanket, with more delicate features, sleeping peacefully.

He couldn't tell which one resembled which one; he only felt that the two little things looked almost identical, both so small and so light that he dared not exert any force.

This is their child, their flesh and blood.

Ye Zhenzhen lay on the bed, turning her head to look at the lively scene of everyone gathered around the two children.

Zhou's mother hurriedly said, "Quickly, take it to Zhenzhen to see."

Zhou Huaijin walked over and placed the two children on either side of her.

Since she couldn't hold him, she tilted her head, looking at the one on her left and the one on her right, and couldn't help but exclaim, "I'm amazing, I actually gave birth to two people."

Right now, she felt no tension at all, only a sense of pride in creating her own life.

The nurse came over and reminded me: "You will continue to bleed from your vagina after childbirth, so remember to change your maternity pads and keep it clean."

Mother Ye hurriedly said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Ye Zhenzhen was in a bit of an embarrassment. After giving birth, she had to expel residual blood for a long time. Her lower body was naked and she couldn't move. She also had a catheter inserted into her body. No wonder people say that childbirth is a humiliating experience.

Even though it was her own mother, she still felt a little embarrassed.

Zhou Huaijin spoke up before Ye's mother could: "Mom, you go take care of the child, I'll do it."

He walked to the bedside, lifted a corner of the blanket, and saw the shocking bloodstains on the sheets, his heart skipped a beat.

He was shocked to learn that women bleed so much during childbirth, and a pang of heartache welled up inside him.

He frowned slightly, bent down, and took out new maternity pads, tissues, and wet wipes from the cabinet. He first gently wiped with dry tissues, then used wet wipes to clean away any remaining bloodstains.

He gently helped her turn to the side, whispering a reminder to Ye Zhenzhen, "Be gentle, turn to the side slowly."

"Does the incision hurt?"

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head: "I don't feel anything."

After changing the clean mattress, he took down the urine bag from under the bed and replaced it with a new one.

Ye Zhenzhen felt a warm current welling up in her heart as she watched his busy figure.

When he was at his most vulnerable and embarrassed, he didn't rely on anyone else and always considered her feelings.

Watching this scene, Ye's mother silently sighed, thinking that her daughter had truly married the right person. Most men had never seen anyone wipe away their wife's postpartum discharge or empty her bladder. For Zhou Huaijin, such a high-ranking leader, a pampered young master raised in luxury, to go to such lengths was truly remarkable.

He tucked Ye Zhenzhen in, adjusted the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature, and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Take a nap."

Ye Zhenzhen's anesthesia hadn't completely worn off, and she didn't feel much pain in her wound, so she fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Zhou Huaijin sitting on the edge of the bed, feeding one baby with a bottle in each hand.

The two little ones sucked hard on their pacifiers, their tiny fists clenched tightly, as if they were fighting with the bottles. Sunlight fell on his shoulders and on the two small swaddled babies, and Ye Zhenzhen thought the scene was truly beautiful.

She suddenly felt incredibly happy at that moment, surrounded by loved ones and two adorable babies.

She had assumed that Zhou Huaijin, being a rigid and serious person who was used to giving orders, would be a stern father with a long face when he had children. She never expected him to take such patient and meticulous care of the children.

After feeding, Zhou Huaijin lifted the babies up halfway and gently patted their backs. The two little ones burped loudly one after the other.

Ye Zhenzhen laughed: "That's amazing! It actually makes you burp."

"Awake?" He turned his head to look at her.

"Hmm, Lao Zhou, bring it over here so I can take a look."

He placed the two swaddled babies beside her, and she reached out her fingertip and gently poked her daughter's cheek.

"It's so smooth and tender, like milk pudding."

Zhou Huaijin, standing nearby, said, "I'll give you a kiss; I won't let anyone else kiss you."

He checked and found that adults have more bacteria in their mouths, and babies are too small to kiss casually.

But she is the child's mother, and therefore an exception.

Ye Zhenzhen lowered her head and kissed each of the two little ones on the cheek. They were so sweet and soft. With a satisfied look on her face, she whispered to him, "Give me a kiss too, we'll do it secretly, hehe."

Zhou Huaijin didn't kiss the child; instead, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Only now has his anxious heart finally settled down.

As the anesthesia wore off, waves of uterine contractions began to surge up.

Ye Zhenzhen felt her stomach suddenly twitch, as if something inside was tightening.

"Is it starting to hurt?" Zhou Huaijin asked, noticing her furrowed brows.

"Hmm, it's alright, it doesn't hurt too much."

When the pain flares up, she presses the pain pump and endures it intermittently.

The doctor said she could eat some liquid food, and several kinds of porridge were brought over at noon. She took a couple of sips, and suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. Her stomach churned, and she vomited.

Zhou Huaijin's hands were trembling as he hurriedly pressed the call button: "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

She paused for a moment, then wiped her mouth and said, "I just feel dizzy and nauseous."

The doctor rushed over and examined the patient: "It's a side effect of the pain pump medication. You can turn it off if you feel really uncomfortable."

"If it still hurts, take some painkillers."

After the pain pump was turned off, Ye Zhenzhen felt a little better, but the pain from the contractions became more pronounced.

She took painkillers, and the pain lessened considerably, allowing her to get through the day.

The next day, the doctor came and removed her catheter, saying, "You can try getting out of bed and walking around to avoid adhesions."

She had a postpartum belly band on her abdomen, and Zhou Huaijin supported her arm as she bent over and slowly moved off the bed.

The moment her foot touched the ground and she took her first step, a sharp, pulling pain shot through her abdomen, and she couldn't help but hiss.

She admitted that this was the most painful moment she had experienced in the past two days, much more painful than contractions.

Zhou Huaijin noticed her pale lips and the beads of sweat on her forehead: "Does it hurt a lot?"

She paused for a moment, then gripped his arm: "Much better."

She continued to move her feet, step by step, and her body gradually adapted to the pulling pain, which was no longer as unbearable as the first time.

Zhou Huaijin supported her, looking down, and saw his tightly pursed lips.

He knew she was afraid of pain and timid; she would even haggle over a simple injection. He assumed that during childbirth, she would cry from the pain and scold him in frustration.

But he didn't expect that she had undergone a cesarean section and lost so much blood, yet she hadn't shed a single tear from the moment she was wheeled into the operating room until now.

He knew that she was afraid he would worry, afraid her parents would worry, so even though it hurt, she forced herself not to say anything.