Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

A cry suddenly erupted from the delivery room.

The sound was crisp and sharp, like a ray of light that instantly cleaved through the thick, restless atmosphere in the corridor.

"She's given birth. She's given birth."

Someone shouted, and all the family members who had been slumped in their chairs jumped up.

The man, wearing a hat and remaining silent, stared wide-eyed, his neck stretched out like a duck awaiting slaughter. "It must be mine. My wife was in there the longest. God help me, it has to be a boy."

An old woman next to them was also bowing continuously.

Another family member interrupted:

"It must be my wife who gave birth. She's definitely having another son; our family's ancestral graves have good feng shui."

"You already have a son, why do you still want another son?"

"Go away, go away, who would complain about having too many sons?"

The group of people were arguing and shouting, their eyes fixed on the tightly closed door, as if they wanted to see right through it.

A "click" sound.

The nurse came out carrying a swaddled baby, a smile on her face.

"Shen Huijun's family!"

Song Xianglan was still in a daze when she heard the name. Her heart skipped a beat, and she rushed to the front.

"Here I am. I am Shen Huijun's mother."

Song Xiangmei and Chunxia also squeezed in.

The man in the hat froze in mid-air with his outstretched hand, his face twitched twice, and he muttered a curse.

The nurse lowered the child slightly.

"Congratulations, it's a big, healthy boy! His cry is very loud, he's a strong child."

Song Xianglan took the soft, fluffy lump with trembling hands.

In her previous life, Song Xiangdong was already gone by this time, and she didn't even glance at Shen Huijun's child.

He believed Chen Huiqin's instigation and thought the child was illegitimate.

Later, she drove Shen Huijun and the child away.

Now, the heavy weight and warm temperature in her arms made her truly feel that the nightmare was over.

"I am Grandma..." Song Xianglan whispered, her eyes welling up with tears. She wanted to see the child's face clearly, but all she saw was a wrinkled, red little face, humming with its eyes closed.

She even sucked on her lips once.

Song Xiangmei leaned closer, grinning from ear to ear, "Oh my, Third Sister, look at your eyebrows and eyes, they're practically identical to Xiang Dong's. Especially that nose, they're exactly the same."

Song Xianglan stared at it for a long time.

All I see is red and wrinkles; you can't tell who it resembles at all.

But she still agreed, saying, "His nose is very straight." After she died in her previous life, she saw this child once and he did look very much like Xiang Dong.

Chunxia bent over and peeked, "Let me see. I think her mouth is as delicate as Huijun's."

The man next to him who hadn't received his son was so jealous his eyes turned red. He said sourly, "Having a son as the first child, no wonder he was so smug. My family is blessed, I'm sure we'll have a son too."

Song Xianglan was in a good mood and just kept holding the child tighter.

"Huh? Why hasn't Huijun come out yet?" Song Xianglan suddenly realized.

Logically, once the baby is born, the mother should also be wheeled out after getting ready.

"Yeah, the nurses aren't anything special."

Everyone turned to look at the delivery room.

Another cry, like a cat's meow, came from the delivery room.

"Wow--"

The voice was weak, completely incomparable to the loud voice just now.

The people in the corridor were stunned.

"Whose house is this? The sound's a bit low?"

"The one where I had my C-section?"

Before anyone could react, the nurse came out carrying another swaddled baby, her face beaming with delight: "Shen Huijun's family. There's another one, a daughter, the first pair of twins in our hospital this year!"

Even Song Xianglan was dumbfounded.

In a past life, such a thing wouldn't exist.

Mingming only had one child in her previous life.

How come there are two of them?

"There's another one?" Song Xianglan quickly handed the grandson in her arms to Song Xiangmei, and took two steps over to take the smaller swaddle.

Seeing this broke my heart.

The little girl was too young, much smaller than her brother. Her face was smaller than a fist and had more wrinkles, like a kitten that hadn't fully grown up. Even her cries were intermittent, revealing a heartbreaking weakness.

"This...this is so small?"

Song Xianglan didn't dare to use any force, for fear of breaking the porcelain doll.

"The little sister can't compete with her brother for nutrition in the womb, so she'll have to be carefully nurtured from now on. She looks like a beauty in the making, and she'll definitely be very successful when she grows up," the nurse instructed.

Nurses have seen too much sexism.

He deliberately added a few more words, fearing that Song Xianglan would only care about her brother and not her sister.

Song Xianglan looked down at her little granddaughter in her arms, then at the sturdy grandson in Song Xiangmei's arms, and couldn't help but reach out and lightly tap the boy's face.

"You naughty little brother, you even stole your sister's food when you were in her belly. You'd better be nicer to her from now on."

The man in the hat who had been there earlier fell completely silent.

He stared, mouth agape, at other people's children, while his own daughter-in-law was still inside, showing no signs of life.

She asked anxiously, "Nurse, why hasn't Hou Xiaochun come out yet?"

"Just wait."

Not long after.

Shen Huijun was pushed out.

Her face was ashen, as if she had been pulled from the water; even her lips were bloodless, but her eyes were bright and sparkling.

Chunxia rushed over to support her, "Sister-in-law, you're amazing! You gave birth to twins at once!"

The nurse explained as she pushed the cart:

"Giving birth to twins is very taxing for mothers. While others are observed for two hours, she needs to be observed for four hours. If her uterus contracts well and there is no major bleeding, she can be discharged."

We arrived at the ward.

Song Xianglan sat on a chair by the bed, holding her child, and self-reproach surged up like a tide.

"Huijun, I'm so confused. No wonder everyone says your belly is bigger than that of a typical pregnant woman. I even made you go to Kunming, and you're still going to school this year. How can your body handle this?"

She remembered everyone saying that Shen Huijun had a big belly; it turned out she was carrying two babies.

These past few months, Huijun has been working tirelessly, and hasn't dared to eat as much as she wants.

Shen Huijun smiled weakly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum:

"Mom, I'm fine. Actually, when I went for a check-up in Xincheng, the doctor suspected it was twins, but I was afraid it might not be true and I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't dare to tell you the truth."

I thought we didn't have this gene in our family, maybe the doctor made a mistake..."

"Silly child," Song Xianglan patted her hair, "You can't hide things like this from your mother in the future."

"No, make Xiangdong get a tubal ligation. This one pregnancy is enough."

The national family planning policy has been implemented, but for Qingyang, the slogans on family planning are of little use.

There are plenty of ways to have several children later.

Many families even used Hong Kong city or Macau city household registration to circumvent the family planning policy.

Lin Fang, Nie Erhua, and Tang Juhua came over.

She was carrying a large net bag containing a thermos. As soon as she opened the lid, the sweet aroma of brown sugar, egg, and longan soup wafted out.

"Quick, drink some while it's hot." Lin Fang ladled out a bowl and handed it over.

Shen Huijun was really hungry.

Ignoring the heat, he drank it all in a few gulps.

Nie Erhua couldn't get enough of looking at the two children, clicking her tongue in amazement:

"Huijun is very blessed, having both a son and a daughter. Her younger sister looks like Huijun, and her younger brother looks like Xiangdong."

Song Xianglan... I can't tell.

After more than three hours, Song Xianglan decided to find a car to go home.

"Chrysanthemum, could you please go find Old Zhao and ask him to help arrange a car? Once the car arrives, we'll complete the discharge procedures and go home."

"Okay, I'll go run it."

A short while later, a Jeep pulled up in front of the hospital.

Old Zhao found Xiang Dong's former comrade-in-arms who had returned from military service, and had his driver bring a car from his workplace.

Shen Huijun was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, with only her eyes showing. Erhua and Juhua helped her into the car.

Song Xianglan carried one child, and Song Xiangmei carried another; the group returned to the village.

As soon as the car arrived at the door, Liu Chounu and Lin Gang's wife came out to greet them.

"You're back."

"Auntie, why are there two? Huijun is amazing." Lin Gang's wife wanted to complain about her husband again.

"Lanlan, I know you went to the county to give birth and will probably be back tonight. I already had my old man go to the commune to let them know. Your apprentice Gan Zhibin will bring over pork kidneys and ribs first thing tomorrow morning."

Widow Wang also came out of the courtyard.

"I brewed some ginger and mugwort water and let it cool to a warm temperature. It'll be perfect for wiping Huijun's body and getting rid of the cold."

In the summer, the new mother was covered in sweat.

It's sticky and I can't take a bath.

Wiping the body with ginger and mugwort water can make the new mother feel more refreshed.

Song Xianglan chased all the bystanders out, closed the door, soaked a towel in mugwort water, and wrung it out until it was half dry.

"Huijun, come here, let Mom wipe you down. You're all sticky and uncomfortable from all this sweat, but we can't take a shower right now, so this is the only way to make do."

Shen Huijun's face flushed red to the roots of her neck, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, refusing to let go.

"Mom... I can do it myself..."

"Your arm is still weak from exerting yourself; even lifting it feels tiring." Song Xianglan said without waiting for a reply, lifting a corner of the blanket. "What's there to be embarrassed about between us? I still need to call your mother tomorrow to tell her you've given birth."

A warm towel wiped my skin, taking away the stickiness and fatigue.

Shen Huijun's eyes reddened.

Song Xianglan paused, "The worst thing you can do during postpartum confinement is to shed tears, or your eyes will become blurry later."

"I know you feel wronged that Xiangdong isn't around. That's why I initially wanted you to postpone having children for a few years."

Shen Huijun shook her head and sniffed.

"Mom, I'm just happy... Actually, before Xiangdong was going to the southwest, I was afraid... I was afraid something might happen."

I just wanted to leave him an heir, something to remember me by. I never imagined God would be so kind to me; Xiangdong is alright, and He even gave me two children.

These words struck Song Xianglan like a hammer blow to her heart.

Even if Xiang Dong is gone, she will grit her teeth and give birth to the child alone.

Song Xianglan threw the towel back into the basin and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"This time we're having a double postpartum period. I've already decided to hire a quick and efficient older woman to help take care of the baby."

You just need to eat well, sleep well, and keep your body strong.

Xiangdong is busy with his career, and you have your studies; let's not neglect either of us. No matter how busy Xiangdong is in the future, we must ensure he fulfills his responsibilities as a husband and father.

Shen Huijun listened to the two children's breathing, which rose and fell, and nodded with satisfaction.

Listen to your mother.