Chapter 623: Chapter 623
To avoid spoiling everyone’s mood, Su Lu did not let Bo Jingshen call for a helicopter that would make too much noise.
She just had Bo Jingshen accompany her on the yacht to the mainland, and of course, Zhao Ying was with them the whole way—she couldn’t just sit around here waiting!
At first, Su Lu felt like she was doing pretty well; it seed as though she didn’t have any feelings or reactions of being pregnant before, right?
But sotis humans are so mysterious. When she still didn’t know about it, she really didn’t have any pregnancy feelings or reactions at all, not even when they were taking the yacht to the island to prepare for the wedding.
But now, sitting on the yacht, she felt her stomach churning as if in a tumultuous river, and she couldn’t bear it for even a second, clutching the trash can and vomiting furiously.
…
“Where did my brother and sister-in-law go?” Jing Qiao rubbed her eyes gently, seeming a bit tired.
Song Boyuan held her hand gently with one hand and raised the other hand slightly; soon, a man in a black suit approached.
Song Boyuan asked him about the whereabouts of Bo Jingshen and Su Lu, and then he found out…
“The hospital?” Song Boyuan was a bit surprised.
Jing Qiao’s face changed, and she beca sowhat restless imdiately, “What happened?”
Song Boyuan patted the back of her hand soothingly, “Don’t worry, I’ll have soone look into it. Since they didn’t let everyone know, it ans they don’t want us to worry; it probably isn’t too serious.”
Jing Qiao felt that he made sense, and thus she nodded, “Then, then have soone check it out.”
Before Song Boyuan could send soone to find out, Bo Jingshen ca back with Su Lu.
Bo Jingshen had just been preparing for the moonlight cocktail party he had organized especially for tonight; the bartenders were specifically invited by him.
Seeing the two of them arrive, those who were unaware of the situation only thought they had had enough affectionate ti and were now coming to join the cocktail party, all teasing them.
But Bo Jingshen went straight to the bar and ordered a drink from the bartender.
After downing the drink, he announced the good news.
Zhao Xiaole was bewildered. He trotted over to Su Lu, hugged her, and whispered, “Mom, what is Dad talking about?”
Zhao Ying laughed at his side, “He is saying that our Xiaole can finally be a big brother.”
Zhao Xiaole caught on and said with shining eyes, “Am I going to have a little sister?”
He gently touched Su Lu’s rather flat belly, “Really?”
Su Lu considered for a mont, “It could also be a brother, you know.”
“No, I want a sister. It will definitely be a sister.”
From then on, Zhao Xiaole would run to Su Lu’s belly every morning, noon, and night to babble away. Sotis he told stories, sotis he humd songs, but he never forgot to repeatedly ntion to the belly, “Sister, you must be a sister. As long as you are a sister, I will always be good to you for life. But if you’re a brother, well, that might not be the case.”
The preferences of children are truly simple and direct, and Bo Jingshen often laughed saying that with Xiaole around, they had left all prenatal education to him.
In any case, under the eager anticipation of everyone.
Jing Qiao’s child was born first, a daughter, quite beautiful, and she looked just like a carbon copy of Song Boyuan.
Su Lu heard that when the child was first passed into Song Boyuan’s hands, he trembled all over like he was sifting chaff, and he could hardly speak clearly, this man who seed indifferent to the whole world. At that mont, he broke into unstoppable tears.
The na given was also quite simple and direct, Song Aiqiao.
It was because Jing Qiao’s delivery went so smoothly that Bo Jingshen finally wasn’t so anxious.
To be honest, as the due date approached, Bo Jingshen beca increasingly anxious, clearly still haunted by the mories of Su Lu’s previous childbirth with Xiao Le.
Su Lu had no choice but to often take him to see Jing Qiao and Song Boyuan’s daughter, using the child’s loveliness to alleviate Bo Jingshen’s anxiety.
It was sowhat effective.
But this effect only lasted until the evening before Su Lu was admitted to the hospital, as her first childbirth was a cesarean with complications, and her second one barely t the requirents for a natural delivery.
So, a date was set and she went straight to the hospital to prepare for the cesarean section. Everything seed to be going smoothly; the date was set, and the chief surgeon was chosen.
But suddenly he disagreed, disagreed with the surgery, adopting a particularly pessimistic attitude that it was too risky, ostrich-like in thinking it was better to delay each day as it ca.
Zhao Ying got angry, but Bo Jingshen had beco stubborn, and he was Su Lu’s husband, so if he stuck to his guns and refused, there really were no other options.
Of course, Su Lu could make the decision on her own, but she would rather dispel Bo Jingshen’s fears than sign the surgery consent form herself.
No one knew what Su Lu said or did, but in the end, Bo Jingshen seed to finally overco his fears and signed the consent form for the surgery.
Thankfully, heaven was kind, and the surgery went smoothly.
Su Lu gave birth to a chubby daughter via cesarean, both mother and child safe, the little girl spared the hardships that Zhao Xiaole had to endure.
Bo Jingshen nad her Bo Jiujiu, with the nickna Jiujiu.
Then… on the day Su Lu finished her confinent, without telling anyone, Bo Jingshen went to the hospital and had a vasectomy. Even Su Lu couldn’t help but laugh and cry when she found out later.
The days that followed, actually, weren’t anything new.
Just as that saying goes, there’s nothing new under the sun.
They, like other couples, worked, raised children, and lived their lives.
They pondered whether to send their child to this early education center or that elentary school, debated over having Japanese cuisine or hot pot for dinner, and beca irritable from the often heavy workload at the end of the month.
They also felt joy or disappointnt depending on whether their daughter called out “daddy” or “mommy” first.
And they quietly competed over whether their child preferred daddy or mommy more.
While there were occasional surprises and romance, more often, they were just repeating the sa daily life.
There was not much difference between you, , and everyone else.
Perhaps the only difference was that they had an everlasting love.
And many people had not yet t the right person.
Perhaps they were already preparing to compromise, or maybe they were settling for less.
Otherwise, why not wait a little longer? If that person appears at the next station, wouldn’t settling for less now be regrettable?
Life only happens once, so why not hold on a little longer?
May we all, like them, have an everlasting love.
(This book ends here. Thank you all for accompanying on this journey. Along the way, I’ve given birth to my child, finished my confinent, weaned the baby, and now the child is even weaning off breastmilk. I am well aware of the shortcomings, and I am grateful for your tolerance. There will be etings in the mountains and rivers, and I’ll see you in the next book, for which I will work even harder to bring you a better story. The next book is expected to be about the entertainnt circle.)
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