Ever since Jiang Kechu learned to walk at one year old, this was his first fall, and it was a nasty one: a face-plant. His lips were cut by the steps on the ground, and blood dripped out.
But Jiang Kechu couldn’t care less. He wiped his mouth, climbed back up, and took off.
No, his wife was giving birth, it must be so tough for her, he had to hurry.
After a few steps, he stopped again. Where should he go? Which hospital was Chuchu in? Jiang Kechu quickly cald down, realizing he needed to find Xiao Shan and have him check all the nearby hospitals.
He had just picked up his phone when he saw an unread ssage. Opening it, he sprinted towards the address shown in the text.
After sending the text, Yan Hui returned to the ward and told Wan Chu’er, "You should rest. Last night you were up all night because these two little ones were noisy. Now that they are asleep, you should catch up on sleep too. You never know when they’ll wake up again."
Wan Chu’er was now quite annoyed by Yan Hui’s nagging and reluctantly moved her gaze away from her two children.
Maybe it was psychological, but Wan Chu’er thought the children were incredibly beautiful, a perfect blend of her and Jiang Kechu’s best features, growing up just the way they should be.
Finally making up for the regret of not having children in her past life, Wan Chu’er was satisfied, yet she couldn’t help wishing Jiang Kechu were here, too.
She smiled at Yan Hui and closed her eyes to rest. She really did need to make the most of this ti to sleep. Sister Kang had said that if she didn’t rest well, the little ones would go hungry.
Seeing Wan Chu’er obediently close her eyes, Yan Hui felt better. After giving so instructions to the caregiver, he decided to take Sister Kang ho to cook.
He really didn’t want to run into Jiang Kechu, didn’t want to see that smug look on his face.
Just after Yan Hui’s car left, the car carrying Jiang Kechu arrived at the hospital’s entrance. Jiang Kechu, with a smile, thanked the kind stranger who had given him a lift, handing over two hundred US dollars without even noticing the other’s crooked grin, and headed straight to Wan Chu’er’s ward.
Wan Chu’er was awakened by the angry voice of a caregiver.
"Sir, this is a private ward, please leave."
"If you don’t leave, I’m going to call the police."
...
Jiang Kechu ignored the caregiver, just looking foolishly with a grin at the two little monkeys behind another caregiver, and then at Wan Chu’er, lying on the nearby hospital bed.
Hehe, my wife and children, all here, all mine.
The mont Wan Chu’er opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Kechu looking like an idiot. She thought she was dreaming or seeing things, so she closed her eyes again.
Jiang Kechu saw her do it, and felt like soone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. The happiness he had felt monts ago suffered a great blow.
No!
It had been so long, the punishnt had been severe enough.
This ti, no matter what Wan Chu’er said, he was determined to stay put, to play the role of the shaless one, which he was quite good at.
Brushing past the caregiver who stood in his way, he said, "I am the father of the children, I’ve co to see my wife and kids."
The caregiver paused, then turned to look at Wan Chu’er.
Upon hearing Jiang Kechu’s voice, Wan Chu’er imdiately opened her eyes again. Could it be that she wasn’t seeing things and Jiang Kechu really appeared?
"Uncle Jiang." She called out tentatively.
That soft complaint brought Jiang Kechu from hell to heaven in a second; his heart soared again. He took a few quick steps toward her, gazed deeply into the gentle face of Wan Chu’er, took her hand, and said softly:
"I’m here."
The caretaker noticed that the two knew each other, so he didn’t pay any further attention to Jiang Kechu, but instead carefully watched over the two deeply sleeping little ones.
So it was true; Jiang Kechu really had co.
With Jiang Kechu’s intense gaze upon her, Wan Chu’er’s tears suddenly started to flow.
As soon as Jiang Kechu saw Wan Chu’er’s tears, he felt heartache, "Be good, don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s my fault for letting you suffer..."
He clumsily tried to wipe her tears away, but when he lifted his hand, he realized it was covered in mud from the fall he had earlier.
So he forcibly retracted his hand, looked around, saw the bathroom door, and stood up to wash his hands. One thought occupied his mind: Chuchu had just given birth and was very vulnerable right now; she shouldn’t co into contact with any dirt, and her face was so pure and delicate, he absolutely could not smudge it with mud.
When Wan Chu’er saw that Jiang Kechu was about to leave, she felt a surge of panic and reached out to grab his clothes, exclaiming, "Jiang Kechu, don’t go."
Jiang Kechu’s clothes were pulled, and upon hearing Wan Chu’er’s words, the dark clouds in his heart instantly cleared and brightened. He turned around and said gently, "I won’t leave. I’m going to wash my hands; they’re dirty."
"Oh," Wan Chu’er looked down at his hands and indeed, they were covered in mud. Feeling sowhat embarrassed, she let go, "Then go wash. There’s disinfectant in the bathroom, make sure you wash thoroughly, the children are very fragile."
Seeing her bashful look, Jiang Kechu couldn’t help but laugh, said "Wait for ," and hurried to the bathroom.
Lifting his head to look at the mirror above the washbasin, he saw his own silly grin, felt a mont of disdain for himself, yet ended up smiling even more broadly. He cleaned up the wound on his lips a little and took off his dirty coat before coming out again.
While Jiang Kechu was washing his hands, Wan Chu’er collected her thoughts, wondering how Jiang Kechu could have arrived so tily. Could it have been Yan Hui who inford him?
Mr. Yan was really considerate, he was always so thoughtful; knowing she wanted to see Jiang Kechu, he had arranged for him to co.
Thus, a small misunderstanding arose. If Yan Hui knew, he would probably cough blood. He wasn’t the one who told Jiang Kechu; he wanted to ask himself how Jiang Kechu had suddenly appeared.
Wan Chu’er felt her face heating up. Why had she started crying just like that, expressing her emotions so openly? That wasn’t like her at all. Could it be that giving birth had disrupted her hormones?
As she was thinking, she saw Jiang Kechu coming out with a towel.
Seeing Wan Chu’er’s eager look, the smile at the corner of Jiang Kechu’s lips couldn’t fade away.
"I dirtied your hand just now, let wipe it for you." He took Wan Chu’er’s petite hand and gently began to wipe it.
But as he did so, Wan Chu’er began to cry again. While wiping her tears, she sobbed, "Whimper... I don’t know what’s happening, I don’t want to cry... whimper... But these tears just keep coming..."
Jiang Kechu embraced Wan Chu’er, coaxing, "I know, I know, it’s okay, cry if you want to, I don’t mind."
His girl was wronged, and it made Jiang Kechu feel very distressed.
While the two were sharing a tender mont, one of the little ones pouted and burst into a wail, causing the other to also start crying loudly.
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