His physiological preference

Qin Yuzheng almost fainted from nervousness.

Suddenly, a cry pulled Qin Yuzheng back to reality.

The sound was short, loud, and full of vitality. Qin Yuzheng felt his legs go weak.

Watching the nurse hold a small, red, wrinkled baby and place it next to Yang Zhiyan.

Its tiny body was curled up, its eyes closed, its mouth slightly open, and it was making soft, kitten-like whimpering sounds.

Qin Yuzheng's gaze shifted from the baby's wrinkled face to Yang Zhiyan's face, which was still pale and her lips were bloodless.

"Husband," she said weakly.

Qin Yuzheng lowered his head and kissed Yang Zhiyan's forehead, "Baby, you've worked hard."

Looking at the tiny little guy wrapped in white swaddling clothes, his mouth was still moving, as if he was searching for something.

Qin Yuzheng reached out and gently touched the baby's cheek with his fingertips. It was very soft.

Tears welled up in Qin Yuzheng's eyes and streamed down his cheeks, his shoulders trembling slightly.

She reached out and touched the back of his hand. "I'm fine, go and hug him."

Qin Yuzheng stood up, his legs feeling a little weak.

The nurse picked up the baby and placed him in his arms. His hands were stiff, maintaining an unnatural posture.

The baby stirred in his arms, and he froze. "Why is he moving?"

Yang Zhiyan was speechless. Not moving? That would be outrageous.

The nurse chuckled beside her, "The baby's trying to find a comfortable position."

Qin Yuzheng didn't move. He remained in that stiff posture, looking down at the little thing in his arms, his eyes and the tip of his nose were red.

Then he bent down and gently placed the baby back into the stroller.

He took Yang Zhiyan's hand in his. Her hand was a little cooler than before. He held her hand in his palm, lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand. His lips lingered on the back of her hand for a while before he pulled away.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, "Thank you."

The little one has stopped crying, his eyes are still not quite focused, and his mouth is opening and closing.

Qin Yuzheng reached out, and this time his movements were more steady; he didn't shake when he took the baby.

He looked down at the eyes that were not yet fully open, and his fingers gently touched the edge of the swaddling clothes. "Looks like you."

Yang Zhiyan turned her head to look at it. "How is it similar? It's clearly like you."

Qin Yuzheng said, "Your mouth looks like yours." Yang Zhiyan looked at it, then looked at it again, and it did seem to resemble it a little.

She reached out and touched the baby's lips. "What's his name? You said you'd already decided."

Qin Yuzheng looked down at the little person in his arms, "Qin Zhiheng."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Knowledgeable and virtuous, the talent of a fine jade. A 'heng' is a jade ornament, representing a gentle and radiant character. I hope that when he grows up, he will know how to be polite and virtuous, and become a person who is cultivated both inside and out."

Yang Zhiyan softly murmured the name "Qin Zhiheng," then looked down at the baby's face, "Zhiheng..."

Upon learning that Yang Zhiyan had given birth, Grandma Qin arrived quickly.

When the old man pushed open the door, he was carrying a thermos in his hand, followed by a woman who looked like a nanny, wearing a uniform and with her hair neatly tied up.

"This is the postpartum nanny I found for you; she has over ten years of experience."

She turned to the nanny and said, "Just follow Zhiyan's arrangements. My great-grandson can't be taken lightly."

Grandma Qin sat down by the bed, took Yang Zhiyan's hand, and looked her up and down.

"You look alright. But you know that women in their postpartum period shouldn't overexert themselves, touch cold water, or be exposed to drafts, right?"

Yang Zhiyan leaned against the headboard. "I know, Grandma."

Grandma Qin nodded in satisfaction, then took out a red brocade box from her bag, "For Hengheng."

Inside was a longevity lock, made of pure gold, with the words "Long Life to a Hundred Years" engraved on the front.

There was also a document next to it: a property certificate for a house in a prime location in Beijing and a transfer agreement for a street-front shop.

Yang Zhiyan looked at the things and said, "Grandma, this is too much."

Grandma Qin waved her hand, "What's the big deal? I'll keep it anyway. Hengheng is the eldest grandson of the Qin family, we can't let him suffer."

She placed the brocade box and documents together on the bedside table, saying, "These things will belong to him from now on. You can keep them for him."

Yang Zhiyan spent her postpartum period at a postpartum care center. Qin Yuzheng chose it after comparing several options.

This postpartum care center is perfect except for its high price. The service is scientific and attentive.

Therefore, Yang Zhiyan felt very comfortable throughout her postpartum period, and her body recovered very well.

Qin Guobing and Shen Yu also made a special trip to Haicheng to visit Yang Zhiyan, who was in postpartum confinement.

Qin Yuzheng carried Qin Zhiheng into the living room and placed him in the crib.

Qin Guobing bent over, his gaze falling on the tiny baby in the crib, whose eyes were half-open and half-closed. He looked at it for a while before straightening up. "Just like you when you were little."

Qin Yuzheng stood to the side, "His mouth sounds like Yan Yan's." Qin Guobing nodded, took an envelope out of his pocket, "This is for Hengheng, please keep it for him."

The envelope contained the property certificate for another property in Beijing and a bank card.

Shen Yu, standing to the side, also handed over a brocade box, "For Hengheng."

Inside is a white jade safety buckle, the jade is warm and smooth, and it is engraved with auspicious cloud patterns.

Yang Zhiyan took it and said, "Thank you."

Qin Guobing and Shen Yu didn't stay long, but before leaving, she glanced at Yang Zhiyan and then at the baby in the crib. Qin Guobing said, "Take good care of him."

Qin Zhiheng is very well-behaved. He can eat and sleep well. When he is awake, his eyes dart around, and occasionally he will unconsciously curl the corners of his mouth.

Every time Qin Yuzheng came home from get off work, he would see Yang Zhiyan looking at Qin Zhiheng with a smile, her eyes full of affection for the child.

Qin Yuzheng was a little jealous. How annoying! He knew he shouldn't have had a child so early. Not only was he deprived of the chance to eat meat, but his beloved wife's attention was also completely diverted.

Yang Zhiyan noticed Qin Yuzheng's resentment and offered him advice.

Yang Zhiyan reached out and took Qin Zhiheng, placing him in the crib. She then turned to look at Qin Yuzheng.

"If you bring Hengheng home every day, he'll cling to you and won't have much time to spend with me."

Qin Yuzheng looked at her and said, "That makes sense." From that day on, Qin Yuzheng actively participated in taking care of the baby. He did everything: feeding, changing diapers, and putting the baby to sleep.

Qin Zhiheng woke up crying in the middle of the night. Yang Zhiyan was about to get up when Qin Yuzheng sat up and patted her back, saying, "You go to sleep, I'll go."

He gently picked up the child and walked around the room, humming a song of unknown tune.

Yang Zhiyan listened to his deep humming with her eyes closed, a slight smile playing on her lips. She turned over and went back to sleep.

After her postpartum period, Yang Zhiyan recovered very well.

Her figure has basically returned to its pre-pregnancy state; her waistline is back, her complexion is rosy, and she has a more gentle and fuller appearance than before.