"Isn’t it? Look at this little face, so pink and tender, how adorable." Wan Hongxing excitedly looked at the baby. Her son, Wan Hang, hadn’t even started dating yet, and she didn’t know when she’d be able to hold a grandchild of her own, so she truly cherished this child as if he were her grandson.
"That nose, just like Yicheng’s, and the mouth resembles Nianhua’s. He’ll definitely grow up to be as handso as Yicheng." Wan Hongxing lavished her complints freely.
"We only hope the child grows up healthy." Jiang Wanru smiled at her grandson. With parents who looked like that, he couldn’t possibly grow up unattractive. She only wished for the child to have a smooth life.
"This baby seems to be blessed and will surely have a smooth life ahead." Wan Hongxing handed over a pair of gold bracelets and said, "This is a token of our hearts from grandpa and grandma."
"Then I’ll thank grandpa and grandma on behalf of the child." Jiang Wanru accepted them without reservation. Though the gold bracelets from Wan Hongxing were precious, since the child carried the Pei surna, no gift was too extravagant.
Ever since Pei Guozhong saw the child, he hadn’t taken his eyes off him, especially when Wan Hongxing was holding the baby. Pei Guozhong was even more envious, but unfortunately, he didn’t know how to hold a baby.
"By the way, has a na been given to the child?" Wan Hongxing asked.
"Pei Yixian." Pei Yicheng responded directly.
Pei Yicheng had already thought of the na.
"Yixian?" Jiang Wanru murmured the na, imdiately recalling the poem about one string, one pillar, reminiscent of Nianhua. She had no objections.
Pei Yixian—on closer listening, it didn’t sound bad.
"He belongs to the ’Da’ generation." Pei Guozhong reminded them.
Pei Yicheng raised an eyebrow and said, "We didn’t na him according to generation, did we?"
Anyway, the son’s na was set as this.
Xu Nianhua’s lips twitched. She thought that when she had a second child, she definitely wanted a daughter, not a son. Otherwise, with a na like Pei Yizhu, how would she face the child in the future?
"Yicheng, you know we thought of many nas yesterday." Su Jinrong and Xu Qinghe energetically shared the nas they had co up with as they walked in.
Jiang Wanru cleared her throat and said, "The child’s father gave him the na: Pei Yixian."
Su Jinrong and Xu Qinghe exchanged glances, realizing their night of brainstorming was for naught?
"Dad, the nas you chose were good too, but I still think Pei Yixian sounds better, and Nianhua likes it as well." Pei Yicheng added another point.
Xu Nianhua: "..."
"Well, we need to give him a nickna, right?" Su Jinrong and several others began to discuss enthusiastically.
All sorts of nicknas erged, and the hospital room buzzed with activity.
Xu Ting stood by the hospital bed, her watery eyes looking at Xu Nianhua and, seeing she was alright, dashed over to see her brother.
Su Tiantian was also clamoring to see her brother, standing on one side of the small bassinet.
Su Tiantian said, "Brother, call sister."
"Tiantian, the brother was just born. He can’t talk yet." Su Hong’en looked at the little boy and thought: Auntie’s child is so small.
"Brother," Xu Ting gazed at her peacefully sleeping baby brother, determined to be a good sister, just like their mom once protected her, she’d protect her brother.
Night.
Xu Nianhua didn’t have milk yet, so Pei Yixian was drinking formula. Aside from crying when hungry, he spent most of his ti sleeping, which made him easy to care for.
In the evening, Xu Nianhua knew that her mother hadn’t slept the previous night and persuaded them to go back and rest.
"It’s alright, Yixian doesn’t cry at all. Your mom and I will take turns watching over him—one in the first half of the night, one in the second. It won’t be tiring." Jiang Wanru said as such.
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