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Inside the delivery room.

The strong smell of disinfectant was mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible odor of blood. Several top-tier obstetricians, fully equipped with protective gear, removed their gloves and simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

The moment Lin Yan rushed in, he didn't even glance at the two expensive incubators beside him. His gaze went straight past everyone else and was fixed on Shen Qingqiu on the hospital bed.

"Wife!"

Lin Yan bent his knees and slid down to the bedside in a perfect sliding motion. His hands trembled slightly as he cupped his wife's bloodless face, his voice hoarse and his eyes instantly reddening.

Shen Qingqiu struggled to open her heavy eyelids. Looking at the man in front of her, who was usually arrogant and unruly, who could crush the world's financial giants, now so anxious that he was practically urinating, she couldn't help but force a weak but extremely gentle smile onto her dry lips.

"Hold it back... I'm not dead." She joked weakly.

"Bullshit! If the King of Hell dares to take you, I'll go down there and smash his place!" Lin Yan gritted his teeth, pressing his face tightly against his wife's cool palm, greedily feeling the vibrant pulse.

"No more babies. Even if the King of Heaven himself came to persuade us, we wouldn't have any more. Those two little brats dare to mess with you like this. Once they can walk, I'll break their legs first."

Upon hearing this, the old dean standing to the side twitched his lips violently twice.

These are twins, a boy and a girl, that many wealthy families would pray to gods and Buddhas for. Other families would cherish them like precious treasures, but this young master just wants to break their legs.

"Ahem... Mr. Lin, Chairman Shen is in excellent health, and both mother and child are perfectly healthy." The old director stepped forward, reporting with a professional smile, "They are twins, a boy and a girl. The boy weighs 5.8 jin and the girl weighs 5.3 jin. Their indicators are practically perfect."

The two little ones, wrapped in soft, sterile blankets, were brought to me with utmost care by the nurse.

Shen Qingqiu turned her head away with difficulty, and a layer of maternal tenderness instantly melted into her cool and aloof eyes: "Lin Yan, bring the child over... let me see him."

Lin Yan took a deep breath and stood up. He frantically wiped the cold sweat from his palms on the sterile gown, then stiffened like a board, stretched out his arms, and took the smaller red swaddle from the nurse as if receiving a bomb disposal package.

"Boss, raise your elbows a little higher, yes, support your neck, don't use force." The nurse was giving instructions from the side, her heart pounding.

Lin Yan held his breath, stiffened his neck, and looked down at the little red dumpling in his arms, who was closing her eyes, frowning, and smacking her lips.

After a three-second silence.

Lin Yan's brows furrowed into a huge "川" character.

"Nurse." Lin Yan's tone was more serious than ever before.

"Yes, Mr. Lin, please speak!"

"Did your hospital's security system malfunction and they switched babies?" Lin Yan stared at the swaddling clothes, his face filled with existential doubt. "My wife is a stunningly beautiful diva who dominates the Chinese music scene; and I'm a top-tier beauty who could live off my looks alone. Our genes combined, this little one..."

Lin Yan moved the swaddled baby closer to Shen Qingqiu, making no attempt to hide her disgust: "It's as red as a boiled mantis shrimp, and wrinkled like an unsoaked sea cucumber. How can it be so ugly? It looks exactly like a hairless red monkey."

A brief period of silence occurred in the delivery room.

The young nurse gasped in fright. The seasoned hospital director, a man who had seen it all, tactically adjusted his glasses, forcefully suppressing the twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Qingqiu's originally pale face instantly flushed red due to the rise in blood pressure. She abruptly pulled her hand back, her fingertips precisely pinching Lin Yan's ear, and then rotating it clockwise halfway.

"Ouch—Wife! It's broken! Be gentle!" Lin Yan cried out dramatically.

"Lin Yan! How dare you talk about my daughter like that!" Shen Qingqiu gritted her teeth, the force in her hand merely for show. "Newborn babies are still soaking in amniotic fluid and haven't fully developed yet. In a couple of days, the redness will subside and they'll be clean! You ignorant brute, go and bring my son over here right now!"

Lin Yan rubbed her ears, obediently and gently put her daughter down, then picked up her son with a heroic expression. She glanced at him, shook her head, and sighed, "Damn, this one's even worse. His eyes are swollen like he'd been punched."

That being said, the moment those slender, soft fingers made two random grabbing motions in the air and just happened to hook onto Lin Yan's shirt button...

Lin Yan's originally lively gaze suddenly calmed down, completely melting into a pool of warm water.

At that moment, the loneliness of being born twice, the feeling of being forever adrift like duckweed, vanished with that pull. A root called "bloodline" took deep root in this new land.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" Shen Qingqiu asked, her voice gentle and tender, as she looked at her son staring blankly at her. "Dad spent half a month recently reading through the *Chu Ci* and the *Classic of Poetry*, and compiled a list of over a dozen A4 pages of candidates. Which one are you planning to use?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan instantly perked up.

He carefully placed his son back into the incubator, moved a stool to sit by the bed, and held Shen Qingqiu's hands in his own, his expression righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Wife, I carefully considered this important life decision of a name last night after taking a bath and changing clothes." Lin Yan cleared her throat. "Those names Dad came up with, like 'Zi Mo' and 'Ruo Xi,' are too literary and too common. Think about it, our family has money and status now. My only wish is that they can avoid the cutthroat competition and live a comfortable and stress-free life like me."

Shen Qingqiu's right eyelid twitched suddenly, and a very ominous premonition rose in her heart: "What... exactly do you want to call me?"

Lin Yan slapped his thigh: "The simplest way is the best! Brother takes my surname Lin, and his given name is Xian; sister takes your surname Shen, and her given name is Yu. Read them together, Lin Xian, Shen Yu. How about that? Doesn't it perfectly embody our family motto of 'Ultimate Salty Fish'?"

The delivery room fell into a suffocating silence once again.

This time, the nurse finally lost her grip on the logbook, and it fell onto her foot. The old director rubbed his temples in pain, feeling that all his self-restraint had been exhausted.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, feeling that the little bit of emotion he had just felt wasted, and that he felt like he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, a loud "bang" was heard as the delivery room door was forcefully pushed open.

Upon hearing the news, Shen Zhenbang and Li Wan rushed over by helicopter overnight. Unfortunately, they happened to overhear the last half of the "profound theory on naming".

Shen Zhenbang, a renowned scholar of Chinese classical studies, saw his blood pressure spike to its peak. Clutching a thick, brick-like Kangxi Dictionary, he pointed at Lin Yan's nose and roared, "You scoundrel! You...you've utterly disgraced scholarship! Lin Xian? Shen Yu? You call the grandson and granddaughter of a professor of Chinese classical studies at Fudan University 'salted fish'?! I'll use this dictionary to cleanse this family today!"

Mother-in-law Li Wan rubbed her forehead, looking troubled. "Xiao Yan, isn't this name a bit... too down-to-earth?"

Seeing his father-in-law's furious outburst, Lin Yan remained as calm as a mountain, even gripping Shen Qingqiu's hand tighter.

"Dad, don't rush to draw your sword." Lin Yan launched into top-notch deception without batting an eye.

"Please allow me to explain. The character '咸' (xián) in the I Ching is composed of '兑' (duì) above '艮' (gèn), forming the Xian hexagram, symbolizing the interaction of heaven and earth, and the birth of all things—a most auspicious sign! As for 'fish,' the opening of Zhuangzi's 'Free and Easy Wandering' states, 'In the Northern Darkness there is a fish, its name is Kun!' This signifies that my two children not only align themselves with the great way of heaven and earth but also possess the ambition of the Kunpeng (a mythical bird). How can this be considered vulgar? It is clearly returning to simplicity and achieving great skill through apparent clumsiness!"

Shen Zhenbang's hand, holding the dictionary, froze in mid-air.

The old man's head was buzzing. Although he knew perfectly well that this little bastard was talking nonsense with a straight face, he somehow managed to perfectly close the loop in terms of the literal interpretation of the words!

"You...you're just being unreasonable!" Shen Zhenbang was so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring, but he couldn't find any arguments to refute him.

Shen Qingqiu leaned against the pillows, watching the comical scene of the old man and the young man battling it out, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. The weakness and exhaustion from childbirth had quietly dissipated in the lively atmosphere.

"Alright, Dad, let him do whatever he wants." Shen Qingqiu's gaze gently swept over the two quiet little lives blowing bubbles in the incubator, a smile playing on his lips. "Let them be salted fish then. As long as they can be safe and sound, carefree and happy salted fish, that's better than any grand ambition or great undertaking."

The empress, at the top of the food chain in the family, spoke, and the decision was final.

Lin Yan immediately perked up, raising an eyebrow smugly at his father-in-law. Then, he leaned down, gently brushing his nose against Shen Qingqiu's earlobe, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Honey, you've worked so hard. When you're discharged from the hospital, I'll cook you a nice meal to help you recover."